I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 220 The Dark Elf Resurrection

A week later, Nick Fury completed the handover of all his work.

As he walked out of the gates of S.H.I.E.L.D. Trisolaran headquarters carrying a cardboard box, the afternoon sun was a bit too bright.

This place, which he once considered his second home, no longer belongs to him.

The cardboard box contained only personal belongings: a few photos, a few medals, and an old pager. It was unsettlingly light.

Fury stood on the steps and glanced back at the building made of glass and steel.

There was no anger in his single eye, only deep confusion.

"Why, exactly—"

He muttered to himself, his dark face filled with confusion.

Why did Ye Feng suddenly take away the S.H.I.E.L.D. agency he had built up over many years?

Why would a god, a being whose power surpasses the imagination of mortals, covet the mortal position of Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.?

This question lingered in his mind for a week, but he still had no answer.

In the evening, in front of that familiar apartment building in Manhattan.

Fury looked up at the window on the third floor.

Over the past decade, he had visited this place several times to discuss countermeasures and exchange intelligence with Ye Feng.

At that time, he thought of himself as a chess player, or at least an equal partner.

Now he realized that he might have always just been a pawn on the chessboard.

The door slid open silently—as if it had known he would come all along.

Fury took a deep breath and went inside.

The apartment was furnished as simply as I remembered.

Ye Feng sat in a chair by the window, with a tea set in front of him, steam rising in wisps.

"You're here." "Sit down."

Ye Feng did not turn around.

Fury walked over and sat down opposite him.

Ye Feng pushed a cup of tea towards him; the clear tea reflected his complex expression.

Why?

Give me a reason.

Fury spoke, his voice dry.

"Because you are too weak."

"Too weak to handle the coming storm. In the timeline I've observed, your decisions will lead to the split of the Avengers and trigger a series of avoidable disasters."

Ye Feng's answer was so direct it was almost cruel.

Fury clenched his fist: "You can see the future?"

"We can see some possibilities."

"And in those possibilities, you always become a burden."

"Your mission is complete, Nick, and well done. Now, it's time to exit."

Ye Feng said calmly.

"Just because of that?"

"Just because you saw a possibility, you're going to take everything from me? Are you kidding me!"

Fury raised his voice.

Ye Feng finally turned his head to look at him.

Those eyes were calm and still, yet they sent a chill down Fury's spine.

"This is not an explanation, it's a notification."

"Know your place, Nick Fury."

"You have pushed the limits of what humans can do, but what you are about to face is a war that transcends the boundaries of humanity."

Ye Feng's voice rang directly in Fury's mind, like a warning bell.

Fury was stunned.

He looked at Ye Feng, at those eyes that showed no emotion, and suddenly understood something.

From beginning to end, he never truly understood Ye Feng's true nature.

He assumed the other party was an ally, a partner, or even a friend.

But he was wrong.

Ye Feng is a god, while he is just a mortal.

God may be kind to mortals, but that does not mean equality.

"----I see."

"Thank you for the tea."

Fury's shoulders slumped. He picked up the cup of tea, drank it all in one gulp, and then stood up.

"Take care of yourself."

Ye Feng only said one sentence.

Fury nodded and turned to leave.

His shadow stretched long in the setting sun, making him appear somewhat hunched.

It was the relief of being relieved of a heavy burden, but also the bewilderment of losing one's direction.

A few minutes after Fury left, the phone rang in the apartment.

"Your Majesty, S.H.I.E.L.D. is ready and waiting for you to take over."

Wanda's voice came through.

"understood."

"I'm going there now."

Ye Feng put down his teacup.

He took a step, and ripples spread through the space.

The next moment, he appeared in the director's office at S.H.I.E.L.D.

Wanda, Pietro, and Alexander Pierce were already waiting in the room.

Upon seeing Ye Feng appear, Wanda and Pietro bowed respectfully, while Pierce's eyes showed a moment of confusion—

That's a sign that mind control has been strengthened.

When his gaze refocused, his eyes were filled with absolute loyalty to Ye Feng.

"Your Excellency, welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D."

Pierce bowed and said.

"Assemble the Avengers."

"The first meeting is now beginning."

Ye Feng walked to the chair behind the desk.

Ten minutes later, the conference room was full of people.

All seven core members of the Avengers were present.

Upon seeing Ye Feng sitting in the main seat, everyone's expression turned solemn.

"Your Majesty."

Everyone greeted them in unison.

Ye Feng's power during the Chitauri invasion, and the scene of him casually closing the portal, are still etched in everyone's memory.

Not to mention the immense power that Wanda and Pietro displayed during training, far exceeding the limits of ordinary superpowers.

"The main reason I've gathered you all here today is to discuss one thing."

"I will plant a seed of inner potential in each of you."

Ye Feng got straight to the point.

He raised his hand, and seven points of golden light emerged from his palm, flying towards the seven people and disappearing into their brows.

"This seed can help you perceive and awaken your inner universe."

"Although awakening requires time and comprehension, I will also teach you the basic cultivation methods of Qi. The combination of these two will allow your strength to make a qualitative leap in a short period of time."

Tony felt the warmth emanating from between his eyebrows, and his eyes lit up: "Can other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents learn this too?"

"Can."

"From today onward, the cultivation method of 'Cosmos and Qi' will be used as an internal training course at S.H.I.E.L.D. But please note that talent and temperament are both indispensable; not everyone can succeed."

Ye Feng nodded.

Alexander Pierce asked at the opportune moment, "Your Majesty, what is our next priority?"

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"The current situation in the universe is deteriorating."

"The balance between the nine realms is about to be broken, and an even greater storm is brewing."

"The mission of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers is to establish a protective organization that transcends national power—with only one purpose: to protect humanity."

Ye Feng's expression turned serious.

He looked around at the crowd: "For certain reasons, I cannot intervene too much directly."

"Excessive intervention can cause timeline fluctuations and may bring the crisis to fruition earlier. So most of the time, you will need to deal with it yourselves."

Steve understood: "You stay in the rear, and we'll charge to the front."

"That's one way to understand it."

"But I will provide the necessary support and guidance. Remember, you are not fighting alone."

Ye Feng said.

After the meeting, Ye Feng explained the key points of Qi cultivation to everyone in detail and answered their questions about the microcosm.

By the time everyone left, it was already dark.

Inside the director's office, Ye Feng stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The New York night view unfolds beneath my feet, with thousands of lights resembling an inverted galaxy.

He took out two gems—the Mind Stone and the Space Stone.

"Should we try to understand it now?

Ye Feng murmured to himself.

The Infinity Stones in a single universe offer him limited help until he collects all six.

However, the Space Stone involves the most fundamental spatial laws of the universe, and even just understanding the basics may be beneficial to the application of spatial abilities.

"Let's give it a try."

Ye Feng made a decision.

He gripped the Space Stone tightly, his consciousness sinking into it.

Almost at the same moment —

Deep in the universe, beyond the Nine Realms, lies a realm devoid of light.

This place is known as Wat Alheim, the homeland of the dark elves.

Thousands of years ago, this race was almost wiped out by Asgard, and the surviving members fell into a deep slumber, waiting for the opportunity to return to the world.

In the deepest, darkest underground palace on the planet, the lid of a stone coffin slowly slid open.

Pale fingers gripped the edge of the coffin.

Then, a tall figure sat up—Mahlakis, the last king of the dark elves.

His skin was like pale marble, his black armor was engraved with ancient runes, and his eyes burned with the flames of hatred.

"I felt it—"

"The fluctuations of ether —"

Malekith's voice was like sandpaper being rubbed.

The Aether, another form of the Reality Stone, is a sacred relic guarded by the Dark Elves for generations.

Thousands of years ago, the Dark Elves and Asgard waged a devastating war over the Aether.

Ultimately, the aether was sealed away, and the dark elves were nearly wiped out.

But now, the seal has loosened.

Malekith stepped out of the sarcophagus, leaving frost marks on the palace floor with each step.

He arrived at the crystal ball in the center of the palace—a resonant device of ether particles that could sense the fluctuations of gemstones in any dimension.

Inside the crystal ball, a wisp of dark red energy was slowly circulating.

"It's in the courtyard—"

"That weak world occupied by the Midgards."

Malekith narrowed his eyes.

He turned and faced the depths of the palace.

There, thousands of stone coffins are neatly arranged, containing the final resting places of his clansmen.

"Awaken, my warriors."

"The ether is calling us. The time for vengeance has come."

Malekith opened his arms, and dark energy surged forth like a tide.

One stone coffin after another was opened.

A pale figure rose from the ground, its black armor gleaming coldly in the darkness.

Outside the palace, a massive black warship rose from the ground.

These spaceships, shaped like blades and covered with a special material that absorbs light, represent the pinnacle of Dark Elf technology.

Malekith boarded the flagship and stood in front of the bridge.

Through the porthole, he could see the desolate landscape of Watt Alheim—a scar left by war.

"Target: Midgard."

"Take back the Aether, and then—make Asgard pay the price."

He gave the order.

The fleet's engines started up, emitting a deep roar.

Dozens of black warships tore through space and sped toward the most vulnerable link in the Nine Realms.

And all of this remains unknown to people on Earth.

In the office of the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Ye Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

The space gem in his hand trembled slightly, and its dark blue light became a few degrees brighter than before.

"From beyond the Nine Realms? And this dark aura—"

Ye Feng frowned.

He walked to the window and looked up at the starry sky.

"Dark elves?"

"Woke up so quickly?"

"You sensed fluctuations in ether particles?"

Ye Feng was somewhat surprised, as even he had not sensed the fluctuations of the ether particles.

As an artifact capable of reshaping reality, the Reality Stone has the lowest power fluctuation among the six Infinity Stones, and is also the most difficult to find.

Because he has always appeared in various forms throughout the past.

Ye Feng put away the gem and pressed the communicator: "Notify the Avengers, level one alert. We have guests arriving."