What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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He blew himself up.

Done.

"I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now, I have things to do at home." While Captain America, with an incredibly interesting expression, went to get his shield, this guy also displayed agility beyond his years, nimbly darting back into the tunnel and slamming the floor tiles shut with a "bang".

“Strange, that old bastard Nick Fury ran away. I suspect he tipped off Hydra that I was buried under the iceberg… But none of that matters now. It seems he can no longer introduce me to Hydra and enjoy the high-paying benefits.”

"I just want to know what we're going to do for lunch?"

Captain America rubbed his rumbling stomach, his shield leaning against the wall. "We've been through a huge battle today; as usual, we should have a big meal."

He genuinely wanted to improve his meals.

Instead of eating the free food distributed by philanthropists and relief centers on the street every day—in fact, the fact that a World War II hero had fallen to the point of having to eat every day was probably the reason why Captain America was disheartened and gave up on life.

"Wait a minute, let me think of a way."

Doctor Strange, his face grave, strode to the window amidst the bewildered gazes of Gwen and Captain America, abruptly pushed open the stained-glass window, and shouted at the sky.

"Heimdall! I know you can hear me! Tell Thor to come back to Earth and cook! Don't expect anyone else to do his work!" The sky over New York was cloudless.

Doctor Strange's shouts didn't even startle a single bird.

He is the Supreme Master.

It all depends on your own self-cultivation.

They don't have much strength.

His identity is indeed quite awkward in the Nine Realms.

but.

Perseverance and tenacity are Doctor Strange's greatest strengths as the Sorcerer Supreme.

"Heimdall! Can you hear me? Bring Thor back right now! Dinner's ready!"

A gust of wind blew past the window.

No one responded.

Doctor Strange, still unwilling to give up, continued shouting, "Heimdall! Don't pretend you didn't hear me! I know you're watching the Nine Realms! I have a very, very powerful backer behind me now!"

He used magic to enhance his voice.

This made the guardian of Asgard feel as if the voice was a demonic whisper. He tried to ignore it, but the voice seemed to come from the depths of his soul, calling his name again and again.

It's like a malignant tumor clinging to the bone.

"Where did he learn all this magic from! And it even has musical echoes?" Heimdall sighed. He didn't want to pay attention, but now he could only helplessly turn his gaze towards the royal court.

Asgard has indeed encountered some trouble, and now, in that magnificent golden palace, Thor is vividly recounting his "heroic deeds."

It's roughly the story of him and Ian joining forces to face the incredibly evil Outer God, working together to wreak havoc.

"Then I raised Mjolnir high and shouted, 'For the glory of the Northern Gods!'" Thor gestured wildly, spraying beer foam all over Odin's face.

"That Outer God was so frightened that he ran away with his head in his hands!"

The one-eyed old man on the throne wiped the foam off his face.

They even nodded in agreement.

"As expected of my son."

Thor described it vividly, and Odin listened with great interest.

And at this time.

A crisp "snap" suddenly came from the corner, and a mature woman in a black haute couture suit and gold-rimmed glasses couldn't help but roll her eyes.

She crushed the crystal glass in her hand.

Thor was very unhappy that the other person had interrupted him.

but.

The black-haired, mature woman looked even more displeased.

"Do you think we haven't been paying attention to Midgard? It's clearly our 'teacher' who's been wreaking havoc, while you've been standing there like an idiot for minutes."

This statement came out.

Thor's laughter stopped abruptly.

The air solidified instantly.

Lies don't hurt, but the truth is a sharp knife.

"Father, can we throw this Midgardian out of the Golden Palace? Who is she? What right does she have to sit in my throne?" Thor, the God of Thunder, asked Odin, his voice filled with embarrassment and anger.

He clearly misunderstood because the other person was wearing Earth-themed clothing.

"This……"

A hint of helplessness flashed across Odin's single eye.

He was about to speak.

The mature woman stood up first.

She exuded a chilling and imposing aura.

"My name is Hela, you will remember this name."

The mature woman raised her hand and three emerald-like spikes appeared out of thin air, pinning Thor precisely to the golden pillar—one of them was only 0.01 centimeters away from his crotch.

"Save me! Father God! Save me!"

Thor was so frightened that his voice changed tone, his face turned pale, and he seemed to be stunned. He almost, just a little bit away, transformed from the crown prince into something else entirely.

Hear the words.

Odin did not take any action.

He simply sighed, leaning on the Spear of Eternity.

"Hela, don't bully your brother."

This is being spoken to a mature, older woman.

Hear the words.

Thor wasn't just speechless; his eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

"Oh my god! Father God, you...you really did keep a wild woman outside!" It can only be said that he is indeed the God of Thunder, and his utilization rate of his god-level brain is almost zero.

This guy started to feel indignant on behalf of his mother.

Odin was utterly speechless.

He didn't know how to evaluate his son, but Hela knew that another sharp spike grazed Thor's ear and pierced the pillar, and Hela simply sneered at Odin.

"This is the successor you chose? He doesn't even understand what our teacher means to us?" Hela clearly looked down on Thor.

Between siblings.

This is true for most of them.

Faced with Hela's taunts, Thor was indeed struggling to process what was happening. It wasn't because Ian was taking over his mind; rather, it was because he himself wasn't very good at using his brain.

"Isn't it because Father God couldn't defeat that evil god that he had to endure humiliation and sacrifice me for the sake of Asgard, making me a hostage for that evil god?"

He did not complain.

His tone was filled with confusion.

after all.

Thor was very confident in his own insights, having read many books that kings were required to read—whether they were books from Asgard or recommended by bookstores on Earth.

Thor has dabbled in all of them.

He was well-read.

Naturally, he was very confident in his own views.

"And when did you become a hostage of the evil god... You're actually my half-sibling?" Thor tried to discern any trace of family on Hela's cold face.

He remained pinned to the pillar, not even considering pulling out his hammer.

"hehe."

Hela didn't even bother to lift her eyelids, just gave a cold laugh, and continued to draw something on the parchment scroll. Dark green energy flowed from her fingertips, drawing a self-moving R-rated comic.

A flicker of embarrassment crossed Odin's single eye. He gripped the Spear of Eternity tighter and coughed lightly. "Your brother, Thor, has extraordinary potential... the very kind of extraordinary."

This is an attempt to save face.

They never mentioned Thor's wisdom.

“Extraordinary?” Hela scoffed, her pen pausing slightly. “This guy is too weak.”

She looked up.

His eerie green eyes stared directly at Odin. "I will watch Asgard be led to its downfall by him. Do you think someone with his mind and strength can handle what happened today?"

"Those frost giants are already stirring; they've decided you're nearing the end of your life!" This was originally Hela's mockery of Odin, but Thor reacted the most strongly.

"old age?"

Thor struggled violently, nearly slashing his thigh with the spikes, but he managed to pull himself off the pillar. Once on the ground, he didn't care about his disheveled appearance and looked anxiously at Odin.

"Are you going to die?!"

Thor seemed unwilling to accept this.

Panic and tension.

Her emotional intelligence is a bit low.

"..." Odin somewhat regretted stopping Hela from bullying Thor. The only comforting thing was that Thor looked panicked and genuinely cared about him.

He didn't seem to care about the throne at all.

“Perhaps it was before,” Odin said slowly.

"What do you mean?" Thor asked, bewildered.