American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

The ice and snow are melting.

The winter fortress transformed into moisture, nourishing the cracked earth.

On the ice field, the resilient ice moss has spread again, and some tiny blue flowers, emitting a faint glow, have quietly bloomed in the sunlight.

Peter had never felt such pure air before; the wind carried the joy and gratitude of all things coming back to life, as if the whole world was smiling at him.

Just then, the newly fallen sunlight became even warmer and brighter.

A will as vast as the ocean and as ancient as the mountains slowly descended and enveloped this newly reborn land.

This will is filled with age and compassion.

Peter bathed in it and felt an indescribable comfort and ease all over his body, and the fatigue and tension of the past few days were swept away.

【An unfamiliar sun... Thank you for bringing balance to the Nine Realms.】

A gentle voice simultaneously rang in the minds of Xiu En and his group.

Xiu En raised an eyebrow and shook the Frost Spear in his hand, which had become like an ordinary iron rod.

"So, what are the benefits?"

He asked directly.

The grand will seemed amused by this direct question, emitting a wave of benevolence.

The World Tree never fails to reward those who bring new life.

As soon as he finished speaking, countless golden runes, completely different from those on the fortress, appeared on the previously empty ice field beneath Xiu En's feet, forming a complex and exquisite huge circular magic circle.

A branch appeared, and an even larger stream of World Tree energy flowed into Xiu En's body.

He felt a mysterious connection between himself and the magic array beneath his feet.

Nine distinct world auras continuously emanated through the magic array.

Asgard is a land filled with holiness and glory, a kingdom forged from gold.

Muspelheim, a desolate place where flames and ash intertwine, filled with the stench of sulfur.

Alfheim is a magical wonderland with lush forests where elves and creatures of light coexist.

He seemed to be standing at the center of a transportation hub, able to extend his perception to any corner of the Nine Realms if he wished.

The World Tree node in this land will be open to you soon.

The World Tree's will explained.

Go and feel, go and observe, young sun.

As Xiu En sensed the pulse of the Nine Realms, Peter also felt some strange changes occurring in his body.

He felt a slight warmth on the back of his neck, as if his spider-sense had been infused with a cool current.

The vague warnings that were originally only for danger have now become much clearer.

He could even vaguely sense malice and spying from different dimensions.

[As a young weaver of hope, this small gift is a wish that your future path will be free from many unseen shadows.]

After the World Tree finished speaking gently, it slowly receded like the tide.

The sun was still shining brightly, but the grand aura had vanished, leaving only Peter standing there with a look of surprise on his face, and Xiu En standing in the center of the golden magic circle, closing his eyes and sensing something.

Just as the World Tree's will faded, a strange sound of horses' hooves, like muffled thunder, echoed from above the clouds in the sky above Jotunheim, growing louder as it approached.

The sound was a series of eight rapid, distinct ringing sounds.

Peter instinctively looked up.

A magnificent celestial horse with eight legs, extraordinary in its steed, was seen slowly descending from the clouds, treading through the void.

A burly figure sat atop the Pegasus.

He was clad in magnificent armor woven with gold and silver, his cloak draped over his shoulders like a burning sunset, and he rested his right hand on a uniquely shaped and ornate spear.

His left eye was covered by a simple, plain black eye patch.

The indescribable majesty and oppressive feeling were even more profound than when Laufey had transformed into a fortress.

A name that only existed in myths and legends came to Peter's mind.

Odin, the father of the gods?

Xiu En remained standing in the center of the golden rune array, watching the uninvited guest with great interest. He even waved at him, but the other party did not react.

Odin's single eye slowly swept across this land that had regained its vitality.

His gaze swept over the ruins of the collapsed winter fortress.

I swept my gaze across the newly blooming blue flowers on the ice field.

His senses swept past Shuen and Peter Parker, like passing over two clouds of air devoid of any information.

It was as if, in the eyes of this god-king, they did not exist in this dimension at all.

However, when his sharp single eye swept over that corner by the ice cave, his gaze pierced through the spider silk and ice camouflage Peter had laid out, landing on the frost giant cub sleeping in the golden cradle, and on the ice crystal crown mark on the cub's forehead, lit by Laufey's last breath.

Odin's face revealed an undisguised look of surprise.

He urged his eight-legged celestial horse, Sleipnir, to slowly descend before the ice cave.

He dismounted and walked toward the cradle, the sacred light of which did not repel him in any way.

Odin stretched out his large hand, as if wanting to touch the child, but stopped in mid-air and just stared at him silently.

"This is a truly unexpected gain."

Odin's deep voice rang out.

"Bearing the blood and blessing of the old king, born at the juncture of the world's revival, you will be the bridge connecting Asgard and Jotunheim, and you will be another key for me to deal with that inevitable future."

He looked at the sleeping, crystal-blue baby, a complex smile of calculation and expectation on his face.

"From this day forward, you shall be the prince of Asgard. Your name shall be cunning and deceit, hope and change."

"Your name is Loki."

"Hello!"

Xiu En's voice rang out.

"Old man, isn't it a bit inappropriate to just take someone else's child away?"

Odin's smiling expression froze.

He slowly turned his head, and for the first time, his sharp single eye truly locked onto the black-haired, golden-eyed young man who had somehow appeared behind him.

His omniscience failed him. The air in front of him had just spoken.

A powerful pressure descended.

But just a second later, that terrifying pressure vanished.

The surprise and doubt on Odin's face vanished without a trace.

He seemed not to hear Xiu En's question at all, and simply bent down mechanically, picking up the cradle that was still radiating a soft golden light.

Peter watched in stunned silence, opening his mouth but unable to utter a single word.

The scene before me was too bizarre, like a movie that was playing halfway through suddenly skipping frames and then continuing to play in a disjointed way.

Odin, holding the cradle, turned and walked toward his eight-legged steed.

His steps were steady and powerful, and his magnificent armor gleamed in the sunlight.

Every movement exudes the aura of a king, yet it inexplicably resembles a staged play.

He mounted his horse and secured the cradle to his front.

Throughout the entire process, he never looked at Shum and Peter again, as if they were truly just two roadside stones.

Sleipnir let out a neigh, its eight legs stomping lightly, gathering wind and snow, and a dazzling rainbow beam descended from the sky, enveloping the God King and Pegasus.

As the light faded, the man and his horse, along with the newly born Loki, vanished without a trace.

They arrived with great pomp and circumstance, leaving in a hurry; the whole process was so smooth it aroused suspicion.

Xiu En stood still and did not stop him.

He stroked his chin, his golden eyes gleaming with contemplation.

This is really not right.

The one-eyed old man's reaction was like the system had malfunctioned and the tape had jammed.

He began to rapidly recall everything he had seen and experienced since being projected into this Marvel universe.

When he first arrived, he caught a glimpse of the Avengers logo on Stark Tower, but Iron Man hadn't even been born when he actually came into contact with Tony Stark.

The Thor he met was clearly an adult version, and even had experienced the storyline of being exiled.

But if the child Odin just carried away was really Loki, then the age wouldn't match up at all.

Thor and Loki are probably brothers who grew up around the same time.

Baby Loki, adult Thor, an unborn Iron Man, and the phantom of Avengers Tower...

This is not the same version of the world at all!

Xiu En recalled the comics and TV series he had read before he transmigrated.

An explanation came to his mind.

In this universe, someone is writing a story.

It is being artificially modified and pieced together.

Different timelines and different versions were pasted together like a jumbled collection of clippings.

The Odin we just talked about is an important NPC in the script. He strictly follows a certain plot, and adopting Loki is his mission.

As for himself and Peter, they were unexpected audience members who had wandered onto the set, so the NPC system couldn't recognize them at first and there was a bug where they were ignored. However, after he spoke up and tried to interfere with the plot, some higher-level director immediately and forcibly corrected the NPC's behavior, allowing him to complete the process.

Is it Loki, the god of stories?

Which one is the manga version?

Or is it the TV series version?

Or perhaps it's some more troublesome guy?

Xiu En felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"gentlemen?"

Peter finally recovered from his shock and looked at Shuen, who was deep in thought, and asked cautiously.

"Are we just going to let him take the child away like that?"

Xiu En remained as lazy as ever, showing no interest in anything.

He turned his head, his golden eyes reflecting Peter's young face, which was filled with confusion and unease, and then asked a question in an almost casual tone.

What do you think?

"What would it be like for children of high-achieving families to have childhood traumas?"

"what?"

Peter tried hard to connect the issue of Shuen with the myth kidnapping that had just occurred, but failed.

But once this bizarre question pried open a crack in the conversation, Peter's inexhaustible chatterbox spirit burst forth.

"This...this topic is a bit complicated, sir! What I mean is, it depends on the situation! First, it depends on the type of god. Norse mythology doesn't seem to emphasize parent-child education much. Look at that one-eyed old man! The way he looked at that child was less like a father looking at his son and more like an investor eyeing a promising stock! This foreshadowed the family tragedy from the very beginning!"

He started pacing back and forth, gesturing wildly, and speaking faster and faster.

"Moreover, this child is adopted! Stepchild relationships are inherently difficult to manage. On one side is the supreme god-king, and on the other is the crown prince of an enemy race. The resulting sense of identity conflict and inferiority complex will definitely erupt during adolescence! I bet Mr. Odin definitely has a biological son, blond, blue-eyed, and physically strong. You see, isn't that where the competitive spirit comes from? How can an adopted son, on whom high hopes are placed, prove himself in an inherently unfair environment? He can only work harder, be smarter, and even be more ruthless!"

The sunflower drooped its head listlessly, seemingly dehydrated by the little spider's incessant chatter.

"Then, as the prince of the divine kingdom, every move he makes is magnified infinitely. Doing well is expected, doing poorly is a disgrace to the gods! This high-pressure environment is extremely detrimental to the mental health of teenagers! It can easily lead to a distorted personality, causing him to seek attention through extreme behaviors! Like destroying a city, or causing the end of the world or something. Sigh, I know that feeling all too well. When I was a kid, I also tried my best to do well, hoping that Aunt May and Uncle Ben would notice me more..."

Peter's voice lowered, but only for a moment.

"So! In conclusion! I believe that this kid named Loki, his childhood, no, his entire divine life, will be a tragedy filled with misunderstandings, self-doubt, and a frantic search for a sense of existence! Unless he has a particularly good psychologist, or he comes to his senses and discovers that the root of all this lies with his overbearing father."

He finished speaking in one breath, put his hands on his hips, and let out a long breath, feeling as if he had completed a perfect impromptu graduation thesis.

Then, a round of applause filled with heartfelt admiration rang out from behind them.

"Slap, slap, slap."

The applause was elegant and composed, neither hurried nor slow.

"Brilliant, truly a brilliant argument."

A voice, tinged with amusement, offered a leisurely assessment.

"Although many parts are completely wrong, such as him not having a psychiatrist and his father not being controlling, it's still quite good as an improvised story outline."

Shum and Peter turned around at the same time.

Not far behind them, a handsome man dressed in a green robe and wearing a huge golden horned helmet was leaning against a newly formed ice rock.

He wore a warm smile and watched them with great interest, as if he had been standing there all along, listening to the whole thing.

Currently reading Chapter 222, "Damn it, God of Stories? Xiu En discovers the timeline is wrong!", completely engrossed in the story.