From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 269 Rainstorm and Torrential Downpour, Shadow of the Dragon

The black sedan sped through the torrential rain, the wind and rain lashing against the windshield with a dense, pattering sound like a piano.

At a speed of 275 kilometers per hour, the roar of the engine almost drowned out the sound of the heavy rain outside the car.

The middle-aged man driving the car gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, slammed his right foot down on the accelerator, and blue veins bulged around the corners of his eyes like restless snakes. His pupils seemed to be plated with gold, bursting out with a blazing and scalding light as he stared intently ahead.

"Hold on tight, son."

The man turned to look at the boy in the passenger seat, his hardened expression seeming to soften slightly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The slightly magnetic voice soothed the boy's fear and eased his unease.

However, outside the black sedan speeding at 275 kilometers per hour, in the deep, dark night, something unknown seemed to be approaching. One after another, dark shadows, hidden by the heavy rain, moved silently like ghosts, staring down at the two people inside the car through the rain-soaked windows.

Sharp fingernails scraped across the metal door, making a piercing, clearly audible sound.

The banging turned into knocking on the door, gradually increasing in intensity until the entire car was rattling. In the distance, hundreds and thousands of dark figures surged in from all directions, standing silently, scrutinizing the two people inside the car with cold and cruel eyes.

Suddenly, the boy clutched his head in pain and curled up.

The man beside him was distracted and reached out to stroke the boy's hair. The rough hand made the boy feel a little confused, but he didn't say anything. He just watched the boy quietly with a complicated look in his eyes, which was hard to tell whether it was sadness or joy.

"Fasten your seatbelts and hold on tight."

As soon as the man finished speaking, he slammed on the gas pedal and simultaneously turned the steering wheel sharply.

The tires screeched violently against the asphalt, creating a piercing noise and splashing rainwater. Even through the window, the boy could almost smell the acrid stench of burning tires. Then, the vehicle suddenly swerved and drifted into the dark figures.

The several-ton vehicle swept the shadowy figure away, sending it crashing into the guardrail beside the highway, shattering the metal barrier instantly.

The man jerked the steering wheel again, struggling to control the vehicle's center of gravity to prevent it from overturning. The moment he pressed the accelerator, the engine of the black sedan roared once more, like an unstoppable ancient chariot, carrying the momentum of a thousand troops, crashing into the countless dark figures blocking its path.

Bang bang bang bang bang.
The boy had assumed that those ghostly figures wouldn't scream.

But the reality seemed to be different. The ghostly figures were screaming, their voices unusually sharp and hoarse, as they were either hit or crushed by the black sedan. Flesh and bones were rolled into the tires, and as the vehicles ran over their bodies, they vibrated continuously, with thick streams of blood being thrown far away.

The black sedan swerved wildly, and under the man's skillful control, it was like a savage steel behemoth, violently crushing all the dark figures that tried to block its way into dust.

Looking out the car window at what was happening, the boy was completely shocked. He stared at the man next to him, speechless.

"Don't be afraid, those things aren't people, they're Deadpool."

The man said hoarsely, "They don't have citizenship, so they don't need to worry about legal sanctions."

Even in such a dangerous situation, the man's tone remained flippant. Although his expression was serious, he used seemingly joking words to comfort his son beside him.

However, in the next moment.

A blinding bolt of lightning tore through the pitch-black, leaden clouds.

What followed was a deafening roar of thunder that seemed to pierce eardrums and shatter the sky, accompanied by a dense barrage of lightning amidst the torrential rain, along with something else.

The hard asphalt road was shattered by lightning, and the scorching heat caused the rainwater to evaporate.

The man slammed on the brakes, and with a piercing screech, the black sedan decelerated sharply, skidded sideways, and finally came to a stop in front of the tollbooth.

In the blinding white light, a mournful sound seemed to drift from the howling wind, majestic and solemn, grand and melodious.

The indistinct shadows around them knelt on the ground in reverence, their heads pressed against the earth, prostrate and humble, as if welcoming a great being.

With a heavy roar, accompanied by the clanging sound of metal hitting the ground, a towering, imposing figure, as tall as a mountain, gradually approached them from the blinding white light. It seemed like a noble knight from ancient times.

Boom!

Lightning ripped through the dark night, bringing light and illuminating those who came.

From the boundless darkness, accompanied by lightning, came a magnificent, pure white steed, as imposing as a mountain.

It was clad in heavy armor with intricate metallic patterns, its white fur as lustrous as jade, shimmering with a faint glow. With each powerful hooves, the hard asphalt road was trampled as easily as tofu, leaving one indentation after another. The horse wore a mask on its face, and after each thunderous neigh, it spewed out lightning-like fragments from its nostrils.

The black shadow sitting on horseback was dressed in heavy dark gold armor.

The raindrops gave his armor a subtle sheen, and the imposing iron mask on his face, with its golden pupils like those of a star, illuminated the surroundings. His eight-legged steed, long spear, dark blue cloak, and single eye all spoke of his identity.

He is one-eyed, the supreme god, and the embodiment of truth.

He is the father of all gods, the god of magic, and the god of war.

He has many names, just as the wind has countless titles. He is Odin, the King of the Gods, the God-King of Arthas!
The boy had read about his mythology in an extracurricular book; he was the ruler of Norse mythology.

"get off."

The man pulled a long, black knife from the car door and led the shocked boy out of the car.

"Come and pay homage, human!"

In the rain, Odin's deep, authoritative voice, though not angry, even drowned out the thunder and lightning.

"I know what you want. Here's the thing, can you let us leave?" The rain soaked the man's hair. He stared at the majestic god standing between the boy and Odin in the rain. His straight spine was like an unyielding steel sword.

The handsome boy had never thought his father was as handsome as he was now.

"I will promise you life."

Odin said calmly.

"Tch, you've become just like these dead people?"

The man looked around with a mocking gaze at the dark figures crawling on the ground.

"No, your bloodline is superior, and you will be even stronger."

Odin said.

"So, you're saying there's no room for negotiation?"

The man sighed, then leaned down and whispered a few words in the boy's ear.

The boy was stunned, staring blankly at his father, but all he got in return was a back view. He could only silently go to the back seat of the car, take out the suitcase, and hand it to the man.

"Do you remember what I just told you?"

The man took the suitcase and whispered to the boy, "Now, it's time to run!"

He suddenly roared out the last word, then threw the briefcase at Odin.

Without a second thought, the boy turned and ran, as if he had gone mad. But the shadowy figures were like sharks that had smelled blood. Half of them rushed toward the suitcase, and the other half swarmed toward the boy. They were fast, but their shapes were distorted, making them look like ghosts.

"Did I tell you to leave?!"

The man suddenly spun around, his long sword flashing with a blinding arc of light as it sliced ​​through the surrounding rain.

The sounds of bones snapping and flesh being sliced, mixed with the torrential rain, and the wails of the shadowy figures rising and falling, made the boy even more hesitant to stop.

He rushed into the car and turned to look at the rain.

However, that one glance was something the boy would never forget.

At the end of the overpass, the horizon, which had always been shrouded in darkness, now resembled a lake with a boulder thrown into it, with thick, inky clouds churning violently.

The man leaped high into the air, wielding his sword with the force of a thousand pounds, and slashed at Odin, who was riding his eight-legged steed.

Odin held aloft the artifact forged from the World Tree branch, golden meteors shooting into it like lightning, bursting forth with dazzling brilliance. Just as the two were about to clash, it seemed as if some force had pressed the pause button, even the rain stopped in mid-air.

A dazzling golden light burst forth from Odin's single eye as he gazed upon the churning clouds.

boom--! ! !
The pitch-black clouds were torn apart by a powerful force.

Its skin-covered wings tore through the churning clouds, and then a creature from mythology appeared—a giant dragon with a grayish-white body, its scales engraved with complex and mysterious runes. Its eyes were pale gold, with vertical pupils that were clear and bright, as if reflecting the thoughts of all living beings and containing the vast ocean.

(End of this chapter)