Marvel: Saint Seiya Starting with the Reality Stone

A week later.

Deep within the Arctic ice cap.

Here, the white wasteland stretches to the horizon under the gray-blue sky, making it impossible to distinguish where ice ends and sky begins.

The blizzard continued to ravage this land.

Mike was standing on a relatively flat ice surface, the minus thirty-degree wind whistling across his face, cutting his exposed skin like a knife.

Just then.

He slowly exhaled.

The breath quickly condensed into a cloud of white mist in the air, but was instantly swept away by the raging wind.

next second.

He moved.

He slammed his right foot down, and a crack appeared on the ice beneath his feet. In an instant, his figure vanished from the spot.

The Bronze Saints can reach the speed of sound in both their punches and movements.

340 meters per second.

Mike ran swiftly across the ice cap, his body cutting through the cold air, leaving a brief white trail behind him.

His target was a three-meter-high ice rock about five kilometers away.

But Mike threw a punch when he was still about 500 meters away from the three-meter-high ice rock.

next second.

The three-meter-high ice rock, 500 meters away, has changed.

First, the ice shell covering the rock surface cracks open, and then the rock itself breaks apart.

At the same time, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly rang out.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the ice rock was blasted into countless fragments, which flew in all directions like cannonballs, hitting the ice surface with a dense crackling sound.

Mike then pushed off again with his feet.

This time, the target is a larger and thicker ice rock in the distance.

The ice shattered beneath his feet, cracks spreading in all directions like a spiderweb. He shot through the air like a cannonball, so fast that even the cold wind was left behind.

Just as Mike raised his right fist again in mid-air, a blood-red light covered the surface of his fist.

A punch was thrown!

The shockwave, carrying the force of a punch, exploded first on the larger ice rock. Cracks spread, penetrated, and crisscrossed along the surface of the ice rock. Then, with an even louder and more terrifying sound, the ice rock collapsed and shattered into countless pieces of ice of varying sizes, scattering across the ice surface.

With a thud.

Mike retracted his fist and landed, gliding dozens of meters across the ice. After regaining his footing, he exhaled another breath of air, then closed his eyes and focused his mind on his current inner universe.

into the eye.

His microcosm is now perfectly aligned with the ether particles, and the blood-red energy of his microcosm is constantly gushing out and being transported to every part of his body through his blood vessels.

Mike could clearly hear the sound of his blood rushing through his veins, and he could hear his heart pounding like a heavy, mountain-like roar, as if it were an engine that had been dormant for a long time but was now being refueled.

After arriving in the Arctic, he underwent a week of continuous training and recovery, and now his cosmos has fully recovered to the peak state of a prospective Bronze Saint.

What follows is a long and painstaking process.

For example, choose a zodiac sign for yourself.

For example, one can continue to deepen one's understanding of the five senses, and in doing so, one can develop the sixth sense that truly makes one a Saint.

As for the present situation?

His rehabilitation training has ended.

After reopening his eyes, Mike glanced at the traces left on the ice sheet where he had just verified the recovery results, then looked away and walked out of the Arctic.

An hour later.

Inside an igloo built by the Inuit.

Outside, the cold wind continued to rage with heavy snow, but inside the igloo, the aroma of roasted meat filled the air.

This igloo was the dwelling of an Inuit man that Mike happened to meet after arriving in the Arctic.

At that moment, he was eating roasted meat and chatting with an Inuit man named Natik in Natik's language.

Mike had never spoken the Inuit language before.

But he has now awakened his inner potential.

When one's cosmos is awakened, learning a completely new language is as simple for a Saint as drinking a glass of water when thirsty.

After listening to just a few sentences, Mike learned the Inuit language.

I can listen!

They can also speak.

Because it is March, the cold has not yet subsided, but the long polar night has ended, so the Inuit people will take advantage of this precious window of opportunity to hunt.

This is also why Mike was able to meet Natick at this time.

The meat grilling on the grill right now is the polar bear meat that Natik hunted back this morning.

Having finally finished his special training and restored his combat power to the level of a Bronze Saint, Mike, who now had a certain ability to protect himself, was able to relax for the time being and chatted happily with Natic, listening to Natic ​​tell the interesting story of hunting the polar bear that morning.

However, when Mike heard Natick mention seeing a mirage on his way back, the relaxed expression on his face disappeared.

Mike raised an eyebrow and looked at Natick, who was still in high spirits.

"A mirage?"

"yes."

"What kind of mirage?"

Mike pressed on with his questions.

Well known.

From a scientific perspective, a mirage is a strange phenomenon where light, after passing through layers of air of different densities, undergoes significant refraction or total internal reflection, displaying distant objects in the air or on the ground.

But this is the Marvel Universe.

Marvel doesn't follow science.

In the Marvel Universe, when you dream of another version of yourself, don't doubt it—that version of yourself exists in another multiverse.

same.

In the Marvel Universe, mirages are not simply a matter of projecting distant scenes onto other places.

Quite the opposite.

The mirage you see is a scene from another world.

Furthermore, if you happen to appear in front of this mirage, and if you can walk inside, without a doubt, you can directly enter the world where the mirage is located.

At this point in time, Natik's claim of seeing a mirage in the Arctic can only mean one thing.

With the imminent birth of the Nine Realms Convergence Wonder, a passage leading to other kingdoms on the World Tree has also appeared in the Arctic.

Natick listened to Mike's question, thought for a moment, and then described the mirage he had seen while hunting.

"I can't quite put my finger on it, but it was very dark and bald, giving off a certain... "

"A feeling of deathly silence?"

"right!"

Natick's eyes lit up as he looked at Mike: "You saw it too?"

Mike didn't speak, but turned his head and glanced outside the igloo, his gaze falling on the ice cap about five kilometers away.

The mirage Natik had just seen was indeed from the realm of the Dark Elves.

Watt Alheim.

because--

Malekith the Dark Elf has arrived!

……