Bifrost Bridge.
The dazzling, colorful stream of the Bifrost Bridge pulsed, connecting Asgard with the starry sea of the Nine Realms.
The gatekeeper, Heimdall, clad in golden heavy armor and holding his Guardian Sword, stood like a statue in the center of the high platform.
Heimdall.
His eyes could pierce through the Nine Realms, discerning all things; no secret could escape his gaze.
"Prince Leon."
In front of him, Leon's figure, bathed in golden light, strolled leisurely from the direction of the Heavenly Palace.
Heimdall's millennia-unchanging expression finally shifted.
He bowed slightly, his voice steady.
Leon walked up to him, casually leaning against the control panel, his gaze directed towards the splendid Universe outside the observatory.
"Heimdall, long time no see. How are your eyes recently? Have you seen any interesting gossip?"
Heimdall's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.
This Great Prince was still the same as ever.
He possessed power enough to make the entire Nine Realms tremble, yet he always acted like a newly awakened playboy.
"The Nine Realms are peaceful, Prince," Heimdall replied respectfully.
Leon was one of the few people he was willing to respect, not only because of his immense strength but also because of his ambition.
He naturally knew the purpose of Leon's trip; the will of the God King Odin had already been conveyed to his heart.
But he was more curious as to what kind of change could make this sleeping Sun God step out of Asgard again.
Could it be that he was bored again?
A chill flashed through Heimdall's heart.
He still clearly remembered that two thousand years ago, every time Prince Leon felt bored, some unlucky civilization in the Universe would be erased from the star charts by him.
At that time, he was not the gentle Sun God he was now, but the God of Death who struck fear into the Nine Realms.
"Peaceful?" Leon chuckled lightly, turning his head.
"How is it that I feel my foolish brother is causing a lot of trouble for Earth?"
Heimdall fell silent.
He had, of course, seen Thor's disheveled state in Midgard, and he had also seen Mjolnir being gawked at by mortals.
"The God King has his own arrangements," he could only reply.
Leon shrugged, no longer teasing the fellow.
"Alright, I'm not joking with you anymore. Send me to Midgard; Father wants me to be Thor's babysitter."
His tone was somewhat reluctant, but his eyes sparkled with anticipation.
He was finally going to Earth.
He had waited too long for this day.
Iron Man, Captain America, Hulk... these characters that only existed on screen in his previous life, he would soon see them with his own eyes.
This was much more interesting than watching Loki and Thor perform their brotherly feud in Asgard.
"As you command, Prince."
Heimdall inserted the Guardian Sword into the core of the control panel.
"Buzz!!"
The observatory began to operate, the massive annular device rotating, gathering energy that tore through space.
"Prince, your weapon..." Heimdall reminded him.
Leon patted his waist, where it was empty.
He smiled: "Don't worry, Surtr it's very well-behaved; it won't run off."
As soon as his voice fell, the space at his waist subtly twisted, and an ancient and ornate golden longsword appeared faintly, with scorching energy flowing along its blade.
The Sun God Sword, Surtr.
A divine artifact forged for him by the top craftsmen of Asgard using the core of a dying star.
Heimdall said no more; he knew that when Prince Leon summoned this sword, it meant he was no longer the lazy Prince, but the true Sun God.
"Open the Bifrost Bridge!"
With Heimdall's command, a multicolored torrent of energy burst forth, instantly piercing through the Universe and accurately shooting towards distant Midgard.
Leon's figure was swallowed by the beam of light, disappearing into the brilliant radiance.
Heimdall stood in place, his eyes fixed on the gradually dissipating light beam, his heart unable to calm for a long time.
Hopefully, the people of Midgard can withstand this Prince's vacation... U.S.
New Mexico.
On the endless desert, the scorching Sun baked the cracked Earth.
"Boom!!!"
A sudden loud noise came from the sky, as if something had torn through the atmosphere.
Immediately after, a seven-colored pillar of light descended from the sky, imprinting a huge runic pattern on the ground.
As the light dissipated, Leon's figure appeared in the center of the desert.
He looked up at the Sun in the sky and took a deep breath of the dry air.
"Hmm, it's really different from Asgard's."
He could feel that the energy of this star was more active.
It was like a strong liquor with popping candy added—though not high in energy level, it was full of vitality.
"Not bad."
Leon nodded with satisfaction, his mood pleasant.
He observed the surrounding environment.
Desolate, dilapidated, lifeless.
"That guy Thor being thrown into a place like this is what he deserves," Leon shook his head helplessly.
Just then, several black SUVs kicked up a sky full of dust, sped from a distance, and quickly surrounded him.
The car doors opened, and a dozen men in black suits and sunglasses rushed out, their firearms uniformly pointed at him.
Leading them was a middle-aged man with a worrying hairline but an unusually friendly smile.
Leon recognized him at a glance.
Phil Coulson.
Shield Level 8 Agent, Captain America's number one fan, and future victim of Loki's scepter.
Coulson pushed up his sunglasses, a professional smile on his face, and slowly stepped forward.
"Good afternoon, sir. I am Agent Phil Coulson of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division." His voice was gentle, but his eyes subtly scrutinized Leon.
This man was very strange.
Coulson quickly made a judgment in his mind.
He wasn't a muscular brute like Thor, nor did he have that aggressive aura.
He just stood there quietly, like a nobleman who had wandered onto a film set, his elegant demeanor clashing with the surrounding desert.
But the nonchalance he exuded, that calm as if he regarded everything as insignificant, made Coulson feel more unnerved than even the Hulk.
"What division?" Leon raised an eyebrow, feigning confusion.
"What's that? Some kind of insurance company? Your sales tactics are quite unique."
Coulson's smile stiffened.
An insurance company?
The Agents behind him couldn't help but twitch their lips. Was this guy genuinely ignorant or just playing dumb?
"Sir, we are affiliated with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division," Coulson patiently explained.
"We are responsible for handling unconventional events. For example, situations like you suddenly falling from the sky."
"Oh," Leon nodded in sudden comprehension.
"So, you're the government's secret Police."
Coulson:... He felt his communication skills were being challenged.
Talking to this guy was more exhausting than negotiating with Tony Stark.
"Sir, we mean no harm." Coulson took a deep breath, deciding to get straight to the point.
"We want to know, who are you? Where are you from? And what is your relationship with the Mr. Thor who claimed to be here before?"
Leon looked at him, his golden pupils appearing exceptionally bright in the sunlight.
"Too many questions, Agent Coulson," he said with a smile.
"Let me give you a friendly reminder: how about you put down your toys first? I like your attitude, but having those things pointed at me makes me very uncomfortable. When I'm in a bad mood, I don't even know what might happen."
Leon's smile was benign, yet it gave Coulson a strange feeling.
With his many years of experience dealing with such incidents, he could sense that this man was definitely not simple.
Thinking of this, Coulson glanced at the Agents behind him, signaling them not to act rashly for now.
But there were always one or two overly nervous youngsters.
A young Agent's finger trembled slightly, staring intently at Leon.
He had just analyzed the energy readings generated when the Bifrost Bridge descended through his tactical goggles; the values had already far exceeded their known range.
This man was definitely on the same level as the Hulk, or even a more dangerous entity.
In his fear, his finger unconsciously tightened on the trigger.
"Bang!!!"
A gunshot broke the silence of the desert.
A specially made armor-piercing bullet, with a shriek that tore through the air, shot directly towards Leon's brow.
Coulson's face instantly turned pale.
Damn it, who did that?! A spy?!
"Don't shoot!!"