Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

"very good."

Mephisto stood up, his smile turning sinister.

"Then... the contract is complete."

He pressed the ball of hellfire in his hand against Fury's chest!

"Embrace it, Nicholas!!"

"Aaaaaaahh ...

A heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the safe house.

Fury felt every inch of his skin and every bone in his body melting.

His black skin peeled off in the flames and turned to ashes.

His muscles were shrinking and swelling.

Only a few seconds passed, but in his mind it felt like centuries.

at last.

The flames went out.

The safe house was quiet again, with only a faint smell of sulfur in the air.

The original Nick Fury has disappeared.

Instead, a strange man stood in front of the mirror.

A white man.

He looked to be around fifty years old, with graying temples and a face etched with the marks of time.

He still wore the iconic eye patch over his left eye.

He reached out and touched his completely unfamiliar white face, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

Starting today.

The world will never again see the wanted "S.H.I.E.L.D. rat" Nick Fury.

There is only one avenger who has returned from hell.

Mephisto looked at the brand-new "Nick Fury" with satisfaction.

"A perfect masterpiece."

"Deal complete, Nick. Or would you like a new name? Jerry? Or Tom? Whatever you like."

"None of that matters. What matters is that when I'm waiting for you in hell, we'll have plenty of time to catch up. I'll prepare a first-class seat for you, right next to Hitler."

He gracefully extended his long, slender fingers toward the signed parchment contract on the table.

However, the moment his fingers touched the contract...

Mephisto's face, which had been bearing the smile of a victor, suddenly became twisted and ferocious.

"What did you do?!"

The Lord of Hell's voice was no longer elegant, but instead filled with a sulfurous roar.

His gaze was fixed on the lower right corner of the contract, where an extra mark had appeared.

A mark that should not appear on any devil's contract.

It was a dark red clay seal with a cross engraved on it, surrounded by a ring of almost completely worn-out mysterious characters.

When Mephisto's fingers touched the mark, it made a sizzling sound like roasting meat.

"Holy Cross ceramic badge..."

"You actually stamped the Holy Cross seal! When we signed the contract?!"

Mephisto raised his head, burning with rage, his eyes turning into two blazing flames.

This power originates from the tenth realm of angels.

The consequence was that this contract, which was originally led by him and full of his personal touch, was transformed into a fair transaction under the "notarization of a third party".

He lost the "final right of interpretation" over the terms of the contract, and he could not mix curses into his power, otherwise the contract would be invalid.

"Do you know what you're doing?!"

"The consequences of angering the Lord of Hell are beyond your control!"

Mephisto roared, and demonic shadows crawled across the entire wall, seemingly ready to devour Fury whole.

Save your breath.

Fury calmly picked up his pistol from the table and tucked it back into his waistband.

Your anger only shows your helplessness.

"I got this by chance in 1988 when I was on a mission at a monastery in Berlin."

Fury's thoughts drifted back to that cold night.

"The old priest gave it to me before he died. He said it could make the devil obey the rules."

"Although I didn't really believe it at the time, I have a good habit—never throwing away anything that might be my trump card."

"I've always worn it as a lucky charm."

Fury looked up at Mephisto.

"This thing has been guiding me ever since you appeared in this room, Mephisto."

"Good...very good..."

The anger in Mephisto's eyes slowly subsided, and he regained his elegance.

"Nick Fury. I admit, you are the most cunning mortal I have ever met."

"But don't think you've won."

He extended his finger and touched Fury's heart from a distance.

"The contract is still in effect... Using the power of hell is itself a curse."

"You'll find that some costs can't be avoided by playing word games."

"I will watch you, watch you walk step by step into the abyss."

After saying that, Mephisto's figure turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the air.

"A price? Everything has a price..."

Fury sneered as he watched the vanished Lord of Hell.

"But it has to be something I'm willing to accept..."

……

In the particle physics laboratory at the University of Greenwich in London, England, draft papers covered with formulas and half-eaten sandwiches are scattered everywhere.

Jane Foster was hunched over a complex instrument, intently adjusting the parameters of the gravitational wave detector.

"If we adjust the gravitational constant to this frequency range..." she murmured to herself, carefully turning the screwdriver in her hand, "maybe we can detect those faint spatial fluctuations."

"That's residual energy from Asgard."

A deep male voice sounded from behind.

Jian's hand trembled, and the screwdriver almost fell into the instrument.

She turned around abruptly, a joyful smile spreading across her face.

"Sol!"

Thor stood at the door, not wearing his flamboyant armor, but instead dressed in a mortal jacket and jeans, his hammer transformed into an umbrella.

"Hey, Jane." Saul came over and gave her a hug.

"Gently! Gently! My ribs aren't made of metal!" Jane laughed as she patted his back.

Thor released her, his eyes gentle. "Sorry, I always have trouble controlling my strength. How's your research going?"

"Progress is going very well, thanks to you." Jane pointed to the data. "With the coordinates of the Nine Realms that you provided, my paper on celestial convergence will probably make those old scholars who are still arguing about the existence of wormholes swallow their dentures."

"That's good." Thor nodded. "Then you can continue your work here. Once you've finished this part, I'll take you on a trip."

"A trip?" Jane's eyes lit up. "Where to?"

“Right on Earth,” Thor said with a smile. “I heard from my father that there’s a place in Midgard called Norway. There are fjords there, and the aurora borealis. It’s a place where we Aesir gods once descended, and the scenery is beautiful.”

"Norway?" Jane dreamed for a moment. "That sounds so romantic."

"Yes, it's just the two of us." Saul took her hand and kissed it. "But before that, I have to deal with a little trouble."

"Oh...that banshee." Jane's radar went off instantly, her eyes narrowing warily. "Sif said she's your...old flame?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

Thor immediately raised his hands, reacting like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Sif is spreading rumors! Pure fabrication!"

"Lorelei is just... just a criminal I arrested six hundred years ago! I only have legal responsibility towards her, no personal feelings whatsoever!"

"Really?" Jane looked at him suspiciously. "But I heard that you almost abandoned Mjolnir for her back then?"

"That's witchcraft! Do you even know what witchcraft is?"

Thor blushed with anxiety and explained with exaggerated gestures.

"Back then I was young, not even nine hundred years old, and my willpower wasn't strong enough. But it's different now!"

Saul patted his chest, making a solemn vow.

"My mind is now as solid as a rock! I am completely immune to her sorcery!"

"real?"

"I swear by Odin's beard!"

Jane looked at his earnest, silly expression and finally couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, I believe you." She stood up, tiptoed, and pecked Soko on the lips. "Go and come back quickly."

"Yes, my lady, I'll be right back!"

After saying that, Thor picked up his "umbrella," pushed open the door, and strode out.

He walked to a deserted place and shouted to the sky.

"Heimdall!"

"Can you help me find that troublesome woman?"