In Norse mythology, all the gods who worship Odin as the main god reside in a strange castle called "Asgard".

It is the realm that belongs to the Aesir and part of the Warner gods, and it can also be called the Aesir Domain."

It is said that the unknown "mountain giants" built a huge stone wall as high as the top of the clouds, surrounding and protecting the palace of Asgard from the prying eyes of mortal beings. If a person starts to climb the walls of the Divine Domain from a young age, it is difficult for him to stand on the top of the wall and see the wonders of the Divine Kingdom behind him until he becomes gray-haired.

Only through the Shaking Heavenly Path, the rainbow bridge connecting Asgard and Midgard in the atrium, can you reach the World Tree "Yggdrasil" and finally reach this kingdom that belongs to the gods.

And the moment you really see Asgard, you will find that the pale depictions in the legends are not enough to describe this realm of gods that has been handed down countless magnificent epics.

It is a boundless continent that shimmers with brilliance, and it does not need the light of the stars to shine, and it hangs in the deep and quiet hidden void, as if it existed here at the beginning of the birth of time and space.

Rich river valleys, plains, and mountains surround a majestic palace known as the "Golden Palace", which is taller than the mountains and wider than the wilderness.

Even every inch of masonry there is suspicious that it was poured in gold.

Above the main hall of the Golden Palace, the eternal silence was quiet, the ethereal chanting of fairy music gradually dispersed, and on a three-color rainbow bridge that ran from the depths of the palace to the edge of the Divine Continent, there was a figure wearing a two-horned golden helmet and wearing golden armor.

The footsteps of Heimdall, the guardian of the divine realm, were the only sounds in the solemn temple, and he bowed to the throne and greeted the two figures of the upper head.

The one-eyed, long-haired, eagle-helmeted old man held the Eternal Spear Gungnir, wore the Dropnir ring, and two pitch-black ravens resting on his shoulders, pecking at his frost-white hair from time to time.

"Heimdall, you remember when you were born in Midgard

God: "Yes."

God-King Odin Poulsen's voice was soft, slow, but it reverberated through the Golden Palace.

On the right hand side of the Supreme Throne of the Nine Worlds, a white young man with long black hair and only wearing daily light armor blinked his eyes smartly, full of interest in this secret that he had never heard of.

"King Odinu, I remember. Three times my eyes have been on that man, his birth as a god, his battle against Mephisto, the demon god of hell, and this time... The cosmic cube that has been touched."

Heimdall's voice was silent and muffled, without the slightest emotional ups and downs.

The divine power of the universe allowed Heimdall to see the joys and sorrows of life, the shattering and birth of the planet....... Standing at the end of the Rainbow Bridge, guarding the safety of the Aesir Divine Domain, is His eternal duty.

"Thousands of years ago, I left the Cosmic Rubik's Cube in Midgard and hid it, because it was a mortal realm, and the power and secrets of the Rubik's Cube were difficult to truly discover and use."

The "God of Tricks and Lies" who stands next gently purses his lips and recalls the origin and story of the Rubik's Cube in the universe.

He remembered that in the history books of Asgard, his father Odin, had left the treasure in the mortal realm during Midgard's expedition against the Ice Giants, and that He should have not been born at that time.

"In the vicissitudes of life, the once weak and ignorant human beings are becoming stronger and wiser... But He has touched the power of the original stone, and has also set foot in a wider place... Loki."

"Hey! Ahem, Father..."

Loki, the son of the God King, who turned his body a little and curled the corners of his mouth, was thinking about what all this had to do with him, why he was summoned alone today, and the power and legend of the so-called "Primordial Stone".

He was startled by Odin's sudden call, and bowed his head with a well-behaved smile, "What does my father command?"

"Thor is too belligerent... Heimdall will send you away to Midgard, and you will meet the human named James Howlett for yourself, and ask him to come to Asgard and talk to me."

Loki blinked his eyes a few times, his face was stunned for a moment, and he asked suspiciously:

"Father, hehe... You're saying, "Ask Him to come and speak?" Invite a mortal to Asgard?"

Odin lightly rubbed his thick beard and looked at his young son, who was full of cleverness, and did not deny it.

"He is not an ordinary mortal, or he is no longer mortal. With you, and Thor have the same level of life, and their divine power is extraordinary, they are a real warrior. Go and prepare, and take my friendliness to Him, and when you return will be your brother's coronation on the throne."

Loki took a deep breath and immediately lowered his head, covering his squeezed eyebrows well, he gritted his teeth and calmed down the unwillingness that suddenly surged in his heart.

When he raised his cheeks again, Loki was still the same well-behaved and intelligent pleasing appearance.

"Do your heart's desire... My father."

The rain in New York is the rain of exiles.

Every year, from late March to late August, for half a year, abundant, continuous, dense, and tirelessly rainwater pours down the streets between the towering concrete buildings.

In the 40s, a poet described New York, "I have nothing here but the sky."

More than half a century has passed, and the towering towers of light have risen one after another, constantly breaking the record of human beings touching the sky, and the sky of New York has become a very small number of people.

Countless pairs of eyes looked up, but they could only see thin lines of light and color, like worms stuck in the cracks of the bookcase.

The rain in New York made the embarrassed even more embarrassed.

Victor Doom was forced by the large number of silent demonstrators in front of the Empire State Building to get out of the car early, and walked into the group hall in some rain.

He patted the shoulder of the suit that was wet with a few strands of irritation, and felt very distressed about the clothes that had just been sewn by the old craftsman, which had been specially spent a lot of money to ask the old tailor's apprentice to help with the stuffing, so that he could barely get into this suit.

After all, apart from a few gentlemen and ladies of the Howlett family, the old tailor had long since bothered to make clothes for others.

Outside the door was filled with protesters on the street outside the entrance of the building, most of whom did not hold umbrellas, and just looked at the building with weeping, but did not shout.

They pulled up a sign that said something like, "Alien Lives Matter!" Banners or wooden signs such as "Humans should not be the executioners of the starry sky" stood for another morning without feeling hunger and cold.

"Damn it, what are the group's security departments doing! These homeless people! How many times have I run here, and I haven't cleaned it up quickly."

Mr. Doom wiped the water from his forehead and shook his hands in disgust, as if the rain had been stained with him and would be associated with the filthy demonstrators or the homeless people in New York City.

He grumbled, his tone became more and more angry, and he seemed to like to huddle together with the things that didn't go well, and complained to the staff behind the Black Crystal front desk about the group's safety and security department.

The newcomer, Miss Qiaoli, was obviously a little unable to answer, but the short-haired lady next to her, who had been in this position for many years, raised her eyebrows and smiled, and quipped indifferently:

"Hehe, they didn't violate the New York City ordinances, and they also reported the location and content of the demonstration in advance, strictly speaking, the security department can't control what happens outside the building."

Mr. Victor Doom, who is the senior director of the science and technology department of the Howlett Group, obviously will not accept such a grand statement of business, and he rolls his eyes and retorts arrogantly.

"Robetta, this is purely the head of security too lazy to pay attention, don't tell me that the group needs to see the face of the New York government even for such a trivial matter, that gentleman has done a great deed, and he actually let these idiots put their beaks."

"Then I don't know~ The new director heard that he was an old man from the Howlett family, so he must not have paid attention to these things at all."

The front desk foreman shrugged his shoulders indifferently after speaking, and when Dum heard it, he suddenly remembered the origin of the head of the group's security department, and immediately did not dare to say more, and finally glanced at the street outside in disgust, and strode towards the elevator room.

Just yesterday, Victor Doom applied for "serum modification".

It was dismissed again.

The "Cosmic Storm" project was originally promoted by him, but in the end, only the "poisonous snake" reaped some benefits and jumped into another world.

And Mr. Doom is still depressed about stepping into the threshold of the transcendent world.

After the Sirius Legion returned to Earth, James Howlett almost commanded the United Nations and high-level coordination of various countries to hold a solemn and solemn memorial ceremony for the martyrs around the world.

The pilots of the Earth Aerospace Force who died in the Kree War, and the more than 300 soldiers of the Sirius Legion who were killed in the war, accepted the honor and mourning of all mankind as the most noble heroes in the history of the planet.

The Red Devil has opened several giant spatial portals, connecting the streets of Congress in Washington, Manhattan Avenue in New York, Red Square in the Soviet Union, Beijing Square in China, and important landmarks in the United Kingdom, France and other countries.

Some of the soldiers involved in this interstellar war, carrying on their shoulders a Jingguan built with thousands of Kree and Skrull heads, silently lined up on the road that connected the major powers of the human world.

This image was broadcast on the signal network all over the world, and mankind clearly saw the corpses of alien invaders, and saw the wreckage of warships falling to Earth from outer space

I also saw the cruel and majestic dawn of a new era.

And interestingly, a frowning trend and doctrine blew up.

More and more "pacifists", "embracing aspirants", "humanitarians", "anti-warism"

Qi Qi jumped out to protest against the use of such brutal and cruel methods against the civilization and race of the alien planet, criticized the correctness of this war, and believed that human beings should embrace life in the universe with kindness and peace.

For a while, the Howlett Group was pushed to the forefront, and the super forces that supported and defeated this war in this rumor began to be resisted by these "people with lofty ideals".

The demonstrators gathered outside the Empire State Building have been working hard for three days to express their ideals and demands.

Except for a few third-rate newspapers in the corner, the official and important media of the United States and major countries were all silent, and they unanimously promoted this feat belonging to mankind, constantly advocating that the earth had entered the interstellar age.

And all this disturbance from the outside world could not affect James, who was staring at his little grandson at the table in the hall of the old mansion, if it weren't for him, Pietro would have eaten all the dishes on the table before dinner began.

"Old Stark's luck is not bad, it's good to be able to come back safely after a walk in the Skrull's warship, and the Stark Group needs an injection of young power."

Emma and Peggy stacked plates on the dining table, chatting casually about recent trivial matters.

After the end of the war, she stepped down as the headmaster of the "Super British Academy" and handed it over to Professor Charles, who was finally able to do his old job, and Steve and Peggy discussed the "retirement" travel arrangements.

"Teacher, Sharon is not interested in taking my class at the Whip of Order, she plans to travel outside by herself and hone her martial arts, this girl is more focused on the path of cultivation than me."

James nodded lightly, Sharon was not surprised at all to have such an idea, and after a long silence to Steve, he instructed:

"Although we are now capable of interstellar travel, we still lack intelligence and understanding even for the civilization gathering areas of the galaxy, so don't go too far and visit the uninhabited planets in the surrounding galaxies first."

"I understand that Sharon is also measured, and she plans to go to a high-gravity planet to train first and reorganize her boxing skills..."

While the two were talking, Laura and Jean Grey walked in, James and Emma greeted each other with a smile as usual, Jean just greeted her more cheerfully than usual, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

With the last teleportation flashing Asazzo and Raven, everyone who was eating at home today was seated, and after James, who was sitting at the head of the table, picked up the chopsticks, everyone immediately began to focus on the dishes in front of them.

「…… Daddy, listen to the so-called peaceful protesters out there

Anyway, hehe, if you are annoyed, I'll talk to Alex tomorrow, he went to the group to work as a security officer, but he can't live too comfortably."

After eating seriously for a long time, it was gradually time for casual chatting and laughter at the table, and Eric mentioned the recent emergence of "neo-spaceism", half disdainful and half helpless.

"The new president of this matter specially called me once, and swore that he had done a full investigation, and it was not the official or any force behind the instigation, hehehe, it was purely the 'true feelings' of those civilians," he said.

James put down his chopsticks and pulled out a cigar, smiled and shook his head.

"Let them go, there's nothing to worry about, the characteristic of the so-called Western-style democracy is that you can say whatever you want, but I will never pay attention to it, so that the people feel free to express their will, their psychology is satisfied, and they recognize the superiority of this system."