After returning from Alien X's mind space.
Ben stood still, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, like a block of wood, for a long time without moving.
Although it was No-Watch Ben who stayed in the mind space, the consciousness of the clones created by Ditto's cloning ability was interconnected.
In other words, in Ben's mind at this moment, he could still hear them chattering incessantly.
"Will I go crazy if this goes on for too long?"
Ben sighed.
Then, he tried to block out the voices of Enara, Oyana, and No-Watch Ben.
Just as Superman's ability allows him to hear all sounds on Earth, the vast world is too noisy, and Ben was the same now.
He imagined himself as an isolated island, far from the noisy world.
Far from Enara and Oyana.
Instantly, the three arguing voices seemed to be pulled billions of light-years away in an instant, their sounds muffled through a thin membrane.
Silence.
Ben breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thanks, Martha."
Venom hid in a corner, shrinking and watching Ben's strange behavior. He felt that this guy was probably a little crazier than Deadpool.
After all, even Deadpool wouldn't change like this one moment and like that the next; his ugliness was stable.
Ben ignored Venom.
He quickly walked out of the laboratory, preparing to go to H.A.M.M.E.R.
Although finding symbiotes was also important, it was nothing compared to the approaching Chitauri army.
More than ten minutes later, on the H.A.M.M.E.R. Helicarrier, Norman Osborn, who had just rested for a while, sat at the conference table. After listening to what Ben said, he tiredly pinched the bridge of his nose.
"How could it be so sudden?"
Hill also frowned and said.
Originally, they all thought they had a year to prepare.
But now, although many things had happened during this period, and about two months had passed, their preparations were far from enough.
"Wakanda only just sent the Vibranium over not long ago, and the Space Station hasn't even started construction," Coulson also frowned and said.
"What about the satellites?"
Ben asked.
The Earth's defense network could only be activated with the existence of four new artificial satellites. At the time, considering that the satellites didn't need Vibranium for protection, Ben had asked H.A.M.M.E.R. to start preparing in advance.
"Only two are completed,"
Norman sighed and said.
Hearing this, Ben let out a soft click and tapped his fingers on the tabletop.
Two satellites couldn't even connect one side of the defense network.
"With less than a week left, we can't conjure two satellites out of thin air," Hill sighed and said seriously.
Hearing her words, Ben looked up.
"It's not entirely impossible."
Hill: ???
Immediately, everyone in the conference room turned their gaze to Ben.
"How?"
"H.A.M.M.E.R. should have its own satellites, right?" Ben asked.
"They are satellites left by S.H.I.E.L.D., what's wrong?" Hill retorted.
"Since there's no time to make new ones, we'll have to modify them," Ben said. "Contact Tony; it'll be faster with his help."
Actually, using Upgrade could complete the modification of the original satellites in an instant.
However, Upgrade could only change the basic structure of the satellites; it couldn't upgrade them in terms of materials.
Ben couldn't use Upgrade to upgrade ordinary satellites into objects capable of withstanding Tesseract-level energy, so he could only use Grey Matter for rapid modification.
But it was too slow for him to do it alone.
He needed to find a helper.
"The Avengers will have to assemble again,"
Natasha patted her plump behind, stood up with a sway of her hips, and sighed, saying:
"I've only rested for a little over a month."
"Don't rush, Grandma Natasha. In a few more years, you'll be ninety. Wolverine can only film until he's ninety, and then I'll definitely let you retire," Ben said.
"I don't know what you're talking about..."
Natasha spread her hands and then sent a signal to assemble to every Avenger.
At this hour, most of the Avengers were still awake.
Peter, Matt, and a disguised Captain America were in Hell's Kitchen, fighting non-stop with those chaotic gangsters.
They were powerful, and no one was their match. But gangsters were like nests of cockroaches; remove some, and more would emerge.
This kept them struggling to cope.
Therefore, neither Matt nor Captain America had time to answer the phone. Only Peter managed to grab his communicator and answer while fighting, something he was very skilled at.
"Hello, what's up? Rat-a-tat-tat..."
The sound of machine-gun fire came from the phone.
"What, the Chitauri are coming? Okay, okay, I'll tell them..."
Then Peter shouted again, "Wait, Captain, watch out, a grenade—"
"Boom!!"
"Beep, beep, beep..."
After a burst of noise, it turned into a busy signal.
Hill sighed and reluctantly hung up the phone.
The last person to answer was Tony. He was also busy working overtime. After connecting the call, he immediately switched it to holographic projection mode, and an AI image appeared before everyone's eyes.
"What is it?"
He said impatiently, then his peripheral vision caught sight of Ben, and he continued, "I've already upgraded the battle armor models to number 45, and I've made a big one."
"I told you having the blueprints ready in advance would be useful!"
He still remembered the last time Ben came to him, mocking him for being in seclusion for so long without producing any battle armor.
"Oh, right, about the control issue you mentioned last time, I've thought about it. I think we can upgrade the artificial intelligence. If you have time..."
"There's no time, Tony."
Ben interrupted.
"Our trouble is almost here."
He briefly explained the current situation, and Tony immediately asked.
"Didn't you say it would be a year? Where did Bambi get false information?"
His gaze swept around, and then he asked again:
"Where's Bambi?"
"He's not here."
"Alright, you better hurry over. I can't handle this alone."
Ben cut off the communication. In truth, he didn't know where Loki was either. After parting ways with Loki in a park last time, Ben hadn't paid attention to the other's whereabouts.
At this moment.
In Northern Europe.
Loki stood alone on the edge of a cliff, looking out at the vast sea, lost in thought.
He was confused.
Ever since his last conversation with the War Lord, Loki had sensed some issues.
His memories seemed to be flawed.
In his memories, he hated everything: he hated Odin for favoring Thor due to his bloodline, he hated Thor for being born powerful, he hated that the King of Asgard would never belong to him, and he hated Ben for becoming king on Sakaar...
In his memories, he envied and hated Ben because Ben had achieved what he couldn't.
But when he came to Earth and met Ben and Thor, he found it wasn't like that.
He realized that when he truly faced Ben, he felt no dissatisfaction; his soul was genuinely convinced.
He hadn't stayed on Sakaar to work for Ben out of forbearance or a desire for revenge, but out of genuine recognition.
But why?
He was a god!
How could he possibly acknowledge a mortal?
Could this Sakaar King truly possess something different?
Loki then recalled what Ben had said to him at the time: "Perhaps when you no longer care about qualifications, that's when you'll have them."
Someone who didn't desire to be king had naturally become king, while those who craved it couldn't attain it.
"Your suspicions are not misplaced."
At that moment, a voice flashed through his mind.
Immediately after, a mass of green, gooey substance emerged from beneath his skin.
It was a symbiote.
Last night, several symbiotes that arrived with Venom had split up while escaping, but none of them had forgotten their mission to find Thor.
Loki sensed these extraterrestrial visitors.
At first, he thought the Chitauri had arrived, so he immediately went to investigate. To his surprise, he found this symbiote crawling out of an escape pod.
Then, he was possessed.
This green symbiote also hadn't expected to be so lucky, encountering an Asgardian right after leaving its ship.
"My previous host had very powerful psychic abilities. I copied his powers, which is why I can sense that your memories and mind have been tampered with," the symbiote said.
"This power is immense, and perhaps I can help you, but you need to agree to let my power enter the depths of your mind."
"Don't even think about it!" Loki refused coldly.
The mind and soul were the most vital parts of a being; he would never expose his most hidden secrets to an unknown symbiote without reservation.
"I'm keeping you around only as a precaution," Loki said.
Originally, he would never have allowed this gooey symbiote to parasitize his noble divine body.
But Loki didn't yet know how he was being controlled, or what kind of person could influence the mind of the First Mage of the Nine Realms.
If the other party attempted to control him again, this symbiote could then serve its purpose.
"No matter who it is, they won't make me, Loki, their puppet!"
"No matter who it is, they won't make me submit!" Loki said coldly.
The symbiote tilted its head and retorted, "But your soul doesn't think so."
Loki fell silent.
Because he knew the symbiote was right.
His soul recognized Ben, and it recognized the Sakaar King.
Seeing his silence, the symbiote didn't press the issue and instead said, "Regardless, as an Agent of the Cosmos, I want to save the lives of this entire planet and prevent them from being slaughtered by the Chitauri. And you, you also want to break free from control and get revenge on those arrogant individuals. Therefore, we should cooperate."
"Now, the Chitauri are about to arrive on Earth. We need to hurry and find your brother, Thor. Only he has the ability to fight the Chitauri army."
Upon hearing this, Loki let out a mocking laugh.
"He can't. He can't even lift a hammer."
"Besides, I need to find myself first..."
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