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This would appease Thor, keep him out of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s sights, and allow them to learn about him indirectly through Jane Foster's team. A triple win.
“I understand,” Coulson nodded. “I’ll take care of it.”
"Very good." Chu Hang smiled with satisfaction. "Then my job is done. Remember, don't call me unless it's absolutely necessary."
After saying that, his figure vanished into thin air once again.
Chapter 96 Divine Physique
Back to the office on the top floor of Stark Tower.
Chu Hang took off his coat and tossed it onto the sofa. A burning sensation coursed through his body—not a fever, but a deeper, more intense restlessness.
His bones itched, and every muscle fiber felt like a tightly twisted steel cable, making his skin ache. He even had the illusion that his skeleton was a little too small for this body.
He walked to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a glass of ice water, and gulped it down.
The icy liquid slid down my throat into my stomach, but it couldn't extinguish the fire.
This is a kind of hunger. Not a craving for food, but a thirst at the cellular level.
They need energy, they need to release it, they need an outlet to unleash this newborn power.
He closed his eyes, and his senses were amplified infinitely.
This feeling was a hundred times more powerful than the enhancement brought by the super soldier serum. There was too much information, too much clutter, like countless needles piercing my brain.
We can't stay here.
In a flash, he disappeared from the office and appeared in a private training room 300 meters underground.
This room was built specifically for him by Tony. The walls are a composite material of lead and vibranium, capable of blocking all prying eyes. In the center of the room stands a huge sandbag. It's no ordinary sandbag; its outer shell is a special alloy that Tony boasts can withstand armor-piercing bullets, and it's filled with high-density polymer, weighing over ten tons.
Previously, even when he used all his strength without using [Infinite Rage], he could only leave a shallow fist mark on it.
Now, he feels different.
He walked to the sandbag, stopped, and took a deep breath. The air rushed into his lungs, like igniting a furnace.
He didn't adopt any fighting stance; he simply threw a punch forward casually.
The fist cleaved through the air without making a sound.
A muffled, extremely soft sound.
His fist sank into the alloy sandbag without any resistance, until his entire forearm was submerged. There was no violent impact; it was more like a hot knife cutting through butter, incredibly smooth.
A smooth, deep hole was left in the sandbag. The alloy around the hole was not torn, but rather collapsed and compressed inward, as if it had been treated under ultra-high pressure, increasing its density by dozens of times. The surface had a luster similar to obsidian, and felt cold and hard to the touch.
Chu Hang looked at his fist, which was completely unharmed, without even a red mark on his skin.
The power itself did not increase dramatically, but the power underwent a qualitative change.
If his fists were battering rams before, now they are neutron stars compressed to their extremes. No longer a simple kinetic energy impact, but a crushing force carrying mass and density.
He thought of the Hulk. That giant's power came from anger, with no upper limit. But he now possessed a constant benchmark that was ridiculously high.
If we meet again, maybe I can stand there and let him punch me a few times to see if his recovery is stronger or Hulk's punches are harder.
He stretched his neck, and his joints made a series of crisp popping sounds.
Lifespan has also changed.
He could feel that life was passing by more slowly, almost to the point of stopping.
This is not longevity brought about by self-healing factors, nor is it aging delayed by super-soldier serum. It is a leap in life form.
Like Odin, and like the Asgardian gods who have lived for thousands of years, time is no longer a deadly poison for them, but a wine that refines their power.
The older they get, the stronger they become.
He was feeling the changes in his body when a muffled rumble of thunder came from outside the window.
A sudden thunderstorm swept across New York City. The clouds hung low, and the sky was as dark as dusk. Large raindrops pounded against the reinforced glass of the Stark Tower.
Chu Hang's heart skipped a beat.
He could feel the free electrical charges in the air; they became unusually active, as if they were cheering, jumping for joy, or... greeting him.
He disappeared again, reappearing on the rooftop of the building.
A fierce wind whipped up torrential rain, instantly soaking him to the bone. The icy rain stung his face, yet felt incredibly refreshing. In the sky, thick streaks of lightning, like silver serpents, tore through the dark clouds, illuminating the outline of the city's steel jungle. A strong smell of ozone filled the air.
He opened his arms, tilted his head back, and let the wind and rain wash over him.
An instinct emanating from his blood made him reach out his right hand toward the sky, toward the rolling thunderclouds.
It's like they're asking for something.
A massive bolt of lightning, thicker than all the previous lightning bolts combined, roared down from the sky as if summoned. Its target wasn't the lightning rod on the roof, but Chu Hang's outstretched hand.
The moment the lightning struck him, time seemed to slow down.
He felt no pain, only an intense, overwhelming pleasure that filled him instantly. It was like a dried-up riverbed being flooded, or a city without power being reconnected. Countless violent arcs of electricity surged through his body, but they caused no damage. Instead, like docile sheep, they were tamed and absorbed by a more powerful force.
The Asgardian divine power within his body boiled after absorbing this pure natural lightning.
The Super Soldier Serum amplified its potential, and the spatial energy of the Cosmic Cube provided its foundation. Now, the lightning of nature has become the final catalyst.
He felt that his genetic code was being rewritten.
Every cell in the body is transforming and sublimating amidst cheers.
This is no longer simply an Asgardian physique. Asgard was merely a racial template. But he, through the fusion of multiple top-tier powers, shattered that template.
He became a purer, more primal, and more unconstrained being.
The system's cold notification sound rang in his mind at just the right moment, summarizing this transformation.
[Asgardian God Physique] Upgraded to [God Physique].
Chu Hang suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of golden lightning disappeared deep within them.
His limit is no longer Odin.
His potential is limitless.
The storm stopped without warning. The dark clouds dispersed, and the moonlight shone down once more.
Chu Hang looked down at his hands; tiny arcs of electricity still lingered on his skin, crackling softly. The transformation of his body continued, but it had shifted from a violent revolution to a gentle reform.
He raised his head, his gaze piercing through nearly a kilometer to lock onto the lightning rod atop another skyscraper in the distance.
He raised his hand, his index finger pointing at the target, the electric arc at his fingertip converging into a single point.
Then, tap it gently.
A golden bolt of lightning, thinner than a hair, shot from his fingertip. It made no sound, nor did it emit any dazzling light; it simply traversed the night sky silently.
The next second, the lightning rod, made of a special alloy and capable of withstanding millions of volts of high voltage, simply vanished into thin air.
Chu Hang withdrew his hand with satisfaction.
He returned to his office, changed into dry clothes, and poured himself a glass of whiskey. The liquor went down his throat, spicy with a hint of sweetness.
He turned on his computer, skillfully typed on the keyboard, and used his "Special Advisor" privileges to access S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal database.
He pulled up Colson’s full follow-up report on the New Mexico incident.
The report was very interesting, full of Coulson's dry humor.
Without his divine powers, Thor, after being entrusted to Jane Foster's team, caused quite a few laughs on Earth. He went into a pet store wanting to buy a steed to fight on the battlefield, and after finishing his coffee at a café, he smashed his cup on the ground with the same swagger he showed in Asgard, shouting "Another cup!", almost getting kicked out as a drunkard.
Chu Hang looked at the report and couldn't help but laugh. A god who had lived for over a thousand years was clumsily learning how to be a mortal. This drama was far more entertaining than any Hollywood comedy.
He continued to scroll down.
A newly uploaded, encrypted file marked "urgent" popped up.
The title is: "Secondary high-energy reaction and sightings of unidentified persons in Boonte Bridge Town".
He clicked in.
The report was brief, but contained a wealth of information.
The report said that just a few hours earlier, the energy fluctuations of the Rainbow Bridge were seen again over the town.
The attached image is a blurry screenshot taken from a gas station's surveillance camera.
A man with long black hair, dressed in a well-tailored black suit, stepped out of a rented Ford. He was thin, pale, and wore a faint, amused smile.
Chu Hang paused for a moment, his hand holding the wine glass still.
The main event is finally about to begin.
Thor's brother, the god of lies and trickery in Asgard, has come to find his simple-minded, foolish older brother.
Chu Hang knew that along with Loki came Asgard's ultimate weapon—the Destroyer. A killing machine without thought, only knowing how to execute orders.
He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, the ice cubes clinking together with a crisp sound.
"Perfect, let's test the quality of the new body."
He leaned back in the comfortable leather seat, a smile playing on his lips that bore a resemblance to the one in the photograph of Loki.
Chapter 97 The Destroyer Arrives
Chu Hang neither called Tony nor notified S.H.I.E.L.D.
He simply used an encrypted line to leave an anonymous message on Coulson's terminal in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal database.
"Keep your men in check, don't let them go to their deaths."
The moment the message was sent, the other person had already disappeared from the top-floor office of Stark Tower.
Boonte Bridge, New Mexico.
The afternoon sun, which should have been languid, was now frozen by a chilling fear.
Panic spread like an invisible wildfire throughout the town.
A metal giant, more than three meters tall, was walking on the town's only main road.
Its body lines are both smooth and ferocious, and its entire body is cast from a dark, shiny metal that reflects a cold, hard light in the sunlight.