World Traveler Villain-Chapter 235: CH: 232 Asgardian Warriors

{Chapter: 232 Asgardian Warriors}

Daytime, at Jane's house.

Thor had adopted a noticeably humbler demeanor. Gone was the proud warrior prince—replaced by a man quietly adjusting to a simpler life. He moved through Jane's home with a sense of unfamiliar purpose: setting the table, pouring tea, carefully cleaning cups, and even sweeping the floor. Every action he took was deliberate, as if he were trying to atone for something, or perhaps prove he had changed.

William leaned casually in the doorway, a sly, almost wicked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm here," he murmured under his breath.

Jane, who was seated at the kitchen counter sipping from a cup, looked up, confused. "Who's here?" she asked, glancing around.

"Oh, nothing," William replied with a disarming grin. "Just talking to myself. It's a bit of a bad habit I picked up—especially when things get too quiet."

"You can be so weird sometimes, Tom," Jane said, narrowing her eyes playfully, though there was a slight blush in her cheeks. "You always say the oddest things."

Darcy wandered over and leaned close to Jane. "Hey, Jane... have you noticed the way Tom looks at you? His eyes are practically glowing. There's something strange going on there."

"Darcy, stop it. Don't make things awkward," Jane snapped, her voice rising slightly, clearly flustered.

"I'm just saying what I see! And if you don't believe me, ask Pepper—she's been watching you two the whole time." Darcy turned toward Pepper, who sat silently on the other end of the couch.

Caught off guard, Pepper averted her gaze quickly. "Hmph," she muttered, turning her head to the side as if uninterested.

Jane's cheeks flushed a deeper red. "No—no! It's not what you think."

Darcy grinned mischievously. "You're totally blushing. Tom, what are you waiting for? Opportunities like this don't come often. Better act while you still can."

"Darcy, if you don't shut up right now, I'm going to sew your mouth shut!" Jane snapped, clearly at her limit.

"Alright, alright! I'll stop," Darcy said, holding up her hands in surrender.

Pepper, meanwhile, sat stiffly, arms crossed. Her mood had soured. Damn it, she thought. Jane's falling for that smug bastard William. How could someone like him—so arrogant, so fake—actually attract women? Has the world gone insane?

Such a scumbag, who was just a little hypocritical, actually had a woman fall in love with him. She must be crazy, she must be crazy.

But then she shook her head. 'Whatever. Who he sleeps with has nothing to do with me.' Nothing. At. All. Still, her fingers tapped restlessly on her knee, her frustration quietly building. Why does it irritate me so much? Ugh. This is ridiculous.

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Meanwhile, on the streets of Jiuqiao City...

Outside, pedestrians began murmuring, their attention drawn to a rather strange sight. A group of four individuals—three men and one woman—walked down the street, all clad in medieval armor and armed with gleaming weapons. They looked as though they had stepped out of a fantasy novel or a historical epic.

The woman stood out even more. She was striking—tall, athletic, and impossibly graceful. Her armor accentuated her commanding presence, and there was an unmistakable fierceness in her expression, the kind born from countless battles. She walked like someone who had never known fear.

She had a good figure, and most importantly, she was beautiful, with a heroic look between her eyebrows. This kind of person is what a heroine should be.

Inside the house, William stood by the window and squinted toward the street. His eyes widened slightly as he recognized her.

'That woman... she must be Sif,' he said under his breath. 'She seems to be very good. It would be a shame to lock away such a beautiful woman!'

Suddenly—bang bang bang!—there was a knock on the glass door. A loud voice called out, "I've found you, my friend!"

Everyone inside turned to the source of the noise. Eric, Darcy, Pepper, and Jane looked toward the door, stunned by the sight. The armored visitors now stood outside, completely out of place in this modern world.

"Are they... time travelers?" Eric muttered in disbelief.

Thor rushed to the door, eyes lighting up with joy. "You're here!" he exclaimed, pulling one of the armored men into a bear hug. "This is unbelievable!"

Eric blinked. "This has to be a dream... or a prank."

Darcy stared, wide-eyed. "Is this cosplay? Like, the most intense LARP group ever?"

Thor turned back to his friends, beaming. "Let me introduce them. This is Lady Sif, warrior of Asgard. And these are the legendary Three Warriors: Volstagg, Hogun, and Fandral. My closest companions."

William raised an eyebrow, silently impressed by the display.

Thor's joyful expression faded a little as he looked at them. "I'm truly happy to see you all. But... you shouldn't have come. It's not safe. And I can't return."

Fandral stepped forward, confused. "What do you mean, Thor? We've come to bring you home."

"I can't go back," Thor said, his voice low and heavy. "My actions caused my father's death—or so I believed. I must remain in exile and bear the weight of that mistake."

Sif took a step forward, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "Thor, you've been misled. The All-Father lives. He's not dead."

"What? You said my father is still alive?" Thor's eyes widened, disbelief and hope warring in his voice. "But Loki told me... he told me Father was dead!"

Sif's expression hardened with resolve. "He lied to you, Thor," she said with chilling certainty. "And there's far more happening in Asgard than you understand. That's why we're here. We must return—together."

Her words struck Thor like a hammer to the chest.

"This is all part of Loki's plan," she continued, her voice firm and eyes burning with cold fury. "He orchestrated your exile to remove you from the line of succession. With you gone, he would be free to claim the throne of Asgard as his own."

Thor's brow furrowed. "Loki? Why would Loki do such a thing?"

William, standing quietly nearby with his arms folded, chuckled dryly. "Isn't it obvious? Your dear brother wants the throne to himself. It's a classic power play. Eliminate the competition, and the crown is his."

Thor's expression darkened, his internal conflict painted across his face. "No... I don't believe it. Loki's always been mischievous, yes, but he would never go so far."

William gave him a pitying look and shook his head. "You think of him as your brother, but the truth is, he may never have seen you the same way. It's the sorrow of two sons—one cherished, one overshadowed."

Volstagg, the large, red-bearded warrior, stepped forward. "Thor, we've all seen it. Loki's jealousy has been growing for years. He hides it well, but it's always been there."

Thor lowered his gaze, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. "He's my brother," he murmured. "He always will be. But... if what you say is true... I need to see him with my own eyes. I need to hear it from him."

Jane watched the emotional exchange in stunned silence, then finally found her voice. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but... are you saying you four are from another world?"

Fandral, ever the showman, bowed with a flourish. "Indeed, my lady. We hail from Asgard—what your people refer to as the realm of the gods in Norse mythology."

Sif rolled her eyes slightly. "Don't be so dramatic. We're not gods. We're just people—warriors, yes—with powers greater than yours. Thousands of years ago, our king Odin led us into battle against the frost giants in Northern Europe. That's why your ancestors wrote legends about us."

"So... it's all real?" Pepper asked softly, staring at the group in awe. "The myths, the legends...?"

"They're rooted in truth," Hogan confirmed with a solemn nod.

Then he turned to Thor. "Come home, Thor. Asgard needs you now more than ever."

Thor looked at each of his old comrades—people he trusted with his life. He took a deep breath, his decision settling in his heart like thunderclouds forming on the horizon. "Very well. I will return."

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Elsewhere...

At the exact spot where Sif and the others had first appeared, something unusual was taking place. A strange circular pattern etched into the ground glowed faintly, pulsing with residual energy. Now the area was cordoned off by armed agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., who monitored the phenomenon with a mix of curiosity and concern.

Agent Phil Coulson stood at the center of it all, examining the markings. "Get me a team of linguists and cryptographers," he ordered. "I want every symbol on this circle translated, yesterday."

Before his command could be fully relayed, the air around them began to distort.

Without warning, the clouds above spun into a violent vortex. From the heart of the storm, an inverted cone of compressed air descended rapidly—like the tip of a divine spear crashing down from the heavens.

Boom!

The earth trembled as a shockwave rippled through the area, kicking up dust and dirt. The light dimmed under a cloud of debris.

When the dust finally settled, every pair of eyes turned toward the figure now standing within the summoning circle.

A massive, imposing figure clad in metallic armor loomed before them—tall, humanoid, and eerily silent. Its entire body glinted like polished dark steel, unmoving and devoid of expression. Its face, however, was featureless except for slits that glowed ominously with red energy.

"What in the world is that?" one agent gasped.

"Is that... Iron Man?" another asked in confusion.

Coulson narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "No. That's not one of ours. Give me a megaphone."

Taking the device, he stepped forward and raised his voice.

"This is Agent Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D. You are in violation of multiple codes concerning the use of unauthorized weapons and technology. Identify yourself immediately!"

The robot responded by raising its head ever so slightly. Its faceplate shimmered—then lit up with a blinding red beam.

Coulson's instincts kicked in. "Fall back! Everyone, move!"

Too late.

FWOOOM!

A searing column of fire shot from the Destroyer's face, disintegrating a nearby vehicle in a fiery explosion. Another burst followed, sweeping across the parking lot and engulfing several unfortunate agents.

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Meanwhile, outside Jane's house...

William, Thor, and the rest stood together, watching in horror as the Destroyer laid waste to the block in the distance.

The dust and heat of the assault were visible even from here.

Thor clenched his jaw, stepping forward with grim recognition. "That's the Destroyer," he said coldly. "It was forged by my father as a weapon of absolute power. Loki must have sent it here—to kill me."

William stared at the mechanical giant with narrowed eyes. "That... thing doesn't look like it came in peace."

The others remained silent, their eyes locked on the approaching threat.

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