Marvel: Saint Seiya Starting with the Reality Stone

With the complete end of the spectacular convergence of the nine realms, the depths of the Arctic ice cap are returning to their former desolation and silence.

Mike stood quietly in place, looking at the spot where the Asgardian projection had just closed.

He recalled the image in his mind of Loki extending an invitation to him from the Golden Palace in Asgard before the projection closed.

"We'll talk about it when I go to Asgard."

"hehe."

"Don't worry, I will go."

"Don't worry."

Mike's lips curled slightly as he looked at the spot where Asgard's projection had just closed, muttering to himself.

He will definitely go to Asgard.

After Odin dies, and after Hela, the goddess of death, emerges from the sealed land, he will surely go to Asgard, personally end Loki's life, and then drag Loki's head to his foster parents' graves to pay his respects.

It won't take long if you calculate the time.

It'll only be four years.

just.

Mike also needs time to comprehend the sixth sense of his cosmos, because only those who comprehend the sixth sense are true Saints.

In the Sanctuary, a Saint who has awakened the Sixth Sense can easily deal with hundreds of Saints who have not awakened the Sixth Sense. Not only will he not be at a disadvantage, but he will also defeat these hundreds of Saints who have not awakened the Sixth Sense.

Because the difference in quality cannot be compensated for by quantity alone.

Michael did not develop his sixth sense in his second life.

After all, in his second life in the Sanctuary, he was just a reserve Bronze Saint, without even his own constellation, so how could he possibly comprehend the sixth sense?

Therefore, Mike doesn't know how long it will take him to develop his sixth sense in this lifetime.

However, I think four years should be enough time.

Mike even thought that even if he had developed a sixth sense in advance, he probably wouldn't have gone to Asgard to find Loki beforehand.

Because he didn't want to change the fate of Asgard.

Asgard was destined for destruction.

Again.

If Thor had been willing to sacrifice his own family and hand Loki over to him, the grateful Loki would surely have stood by Thor's side to see if they could stop the destruction of Asgard.

After all, we're all friends, and it's normal for friends to help each other out.

But Thor doesn't intend to betray his own family; instead, he chooses to protect a criminal.

You reap what you sow.

Now that Thor has made his choice, Mike has also made his.

He would watch helplessly as Asgard was destroyed, and then four years later, when Hela, the goddess of death, was freed, he would return to Asgard and place Loki's head before the graves of his foster parents.

As for now—

It's time to go home.

Mike thought to himself, looked around at the Arctic ice cap that had been completely destroyed by the two battles, took a deep breath, then turned around. After his inner energy had recovered a little, he sped off at an extremely fast speed, leaving a trail of afterimages as he rushed out of the Arctic ice cap.

Five days later.

After dozens of hours of flight, Mike's plane finally arrived over New York City.

An hour later.

It was 5 p.m. local time in New York City.

Mike walked out of the airport.

He departed from New York City around the end of February, and by the time he emerged from John F. Kennedy International Airport behind him, it was already the end of March.

However, in just one month, Mike underwent a dramatic and spectacular transformation.

When he left New York City a month ago, he was just an ordinary person.

But a month later, when he returned to New York City, he had already transformed himself back into a Saint Seiya practicing the art of Cosmo.

He is also the only Saint Seiya in the Marvel Universe.

Just as Mike was feeling happy and proud of his transformation, the parking lot at Kennedy International Airport dealt him a painful blow from reality.

"How many?"

Mike, having retrieved his car from the terminal parking garage—a used Chevrolet his adoptive parents had given him as a gift after he got his driver's license at sixteen—sat in the driver's seat, his eyes wide as he listened to the parking attendant announce the parking fee: "How much do you want?"

The person in charge of collecting the fees was a burly white woman.

The elderly woman sat in the toll booth, expressionless, and read out the fees displayed on the computer.

"Two thousand one hundred US dollars."

"hiss!"

Mike gasped. "Wait, isn't it twenty dollars a day?"

He was in a hurry to get to London, so he didn't take a taxi and drove himself there.

However, when he parked his car, he glanced at the parking fee, which clearly stated that it was $20 per day.

So even if he stopped for a month, the maximum he could get was around six hundred US dollars.

How did it become two thousand one hundred dollars?

Is this robbery?

The white woman glanced at the shocked Mike and said, "That's an outdoor long-term parking lot. You're in the white garage, which costs seventy dollars a day. If you park in the blue or yellow garage, it'll cost eighty or ninety dollars a day. Hurry up and pay. You can pay by credit card. You can't drive your car out without money."

This job was arranged for her by her son-in-law.

Her son-in-law pays a large sum of money to the airport every year. If the fees aren't high, how would her son-in-law make any money, and how would she make any money?

Mike was both amused and annoyed by the white woman's explanation.

"I'll hand it over, I'll hand it over."

As he spoke, he closed the car window, and after a while, he had a stack of Franklin in his hand. He then handed the banknotes to the white woman through the car window.

The white woman was slightly taken aback, never expecting that Mike would keep so much cash in her car, but after realizing what was happening, she quickly took the banknotes from Mike and started counting them.

To be sure it wasn't counterfeit, she checked it quite carefully.

But all twenty-one Franklin cards are real, and they're as real as they come.

only……

While Mike is here, these twenty-one Franklins are real, but once Mike leaves the airport, these twenty-one Franklins will magically turn into twenty-one blank sheets of paper.

After all, what kind of good person would carry thousands of yuan in cash with them?

In New York City, anyone who has a hundred dollars in cash can be considered rich.

Furthermore...

Even if Mike had cash on him, he wouldn't pay the bill.

On what grounds?

He only stopped working for a month, and they charged him $2,100. Why doesn't he just rob them?

But Mike couldn't be bothered to argue with a white woman who charged him.

and so--

Reality Gem.

Mike simply used the Reality Gem to turn twenty-one blank sheets of paper into twenty-one Franklins.

These twenty-one Franklins are real.

But once he leaves the parking lot area, the twenty-one Franklins, now devoid of Mike's energy, will revert to being twenty-one blank sheets of paper.

but--

Mike had already left by then, so even if the parking lot wanted to cause him trouble, they had no reason to do so.

After all, there is surveillance footage to prove it.

The twenty-one Franklin notes he handed out back then were genuine.

……