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Xerath's face darkened instantly. Slaves, servants...

Dracula also noticed the change in Xerath's expression. Having spent so much time together, he knew a lot about Xerath.

"No need to react so strongly to just hearing those two words. By the way, you've probably never been a slave owner before, right? You can enjoy yourself this time." Dracula said, flying towards his room on the second floor, seemingly to contact someone.

*Crack!* A bolt of lightning flashed out from beside Xerath, turning a corner of the carpet to ashes. Staring at Dracula's door, Xerath could no longer contain the power surging within him.

Some people oppose slavery because they are slaves, not slave owners, but Xerath is definitely not among them. In Xerath's eyes, the slave class is one that should be completely liberated, and these words should only appear in history textbooks!

On the other hand, Jax's feedback was also on a steady rise, but soon the feedback came down, consisting of only one sentence.

"Just because the UN Human Rights Council cannot take action does not mean that others cannot."

The others? Jax had a flash of inspiration, he understood, he got it!

Those guys from another universe are definitely not from the Human Alliance, but the question is, can they really defeat Dracula? Although that guy's greatest strength is his immortality, his strength is not bad either; after all, he is a legend.

Among the Avengers, only Thor could go toe-to-toe with Dracula, but would Asgard allow Thor to get involved in this?

Whether it works or not, we have to give it a try!

Jax pulled out a new communicator and contacted Olaf. "Is he out yet?"

"No, they're probably hiding in the castle, laughing to themselves." Olaf lay on the ground, his eyes fixed on the castle in front of him.

“Things have changed,” Jax told Olaf.

"Okay, I understand. Leave the contacting Asgard to me." Olaf immediately understood what Jax really wanted to say.

Of all the legends in the League of Legends, Olaf had the best relationship with Asgard, or more precisely, with Thor.

The two were often kindred spirits; Thor had been on Earth for so long, and had basically been traveling the world with Olaf.

When Olaf went on his mission, Thor wanted to come and help, but Olaf refused outright.

"Hey Thor, where are you drinking?" Olaf asked, dialing Thor's number.

"Ah, in the tavern." Thor's surroundings were very noisy.

Olaf was about to ask for the exact location when he heard a shout of "Hurrah!" from beside him.

Then Thor shouted, "Alright, now we don't need to ask anymore, it's most likely in Russia."

"Hey! You're back?! Come on over for a drink! Today's drinking contest is all about fighting! If you knock out ten people, you get a free drink; if you knock out twenty, your picture will be on the honor wall!" Thor shouted enthusiastically.

"No, I haven't finished my work yet. I wanted to ask you for help," Olaf said.

Immediately afterwards, Olaf heard a series of curses. From the profanities on their lips, Olaf could picture Thor pushing his way out of the back of the tavern with a glass in hand.

"Alright, tell me, where is it? What do you want me to do?" Thor said with great loyalty, almost patting his chest in agreement.

“I’d like to borrow your fast communication channel with Asgard.” Olaf was a little touched.

"Ah, that's it. Okay, when are you coming to pick it up?" Thor said nonchalantly.

"Aren't you going to ask me what I'm going to do?"

"Hiccup, so what are you going to do?"

"Never mind... I'll just have someone come and ask you to use it later." Olaf said somewhat helplessly, considering this a favor he owed Thor.

"Okay, okay, just call me when you get here," Thor said, walking back towards the crowded tavern.

When the call ended, a "whoosh" could be heard.

Chapter 291 The Avengers Assemble

With Thor's rapid communication channel in place, Olaf's message reached Asgard without any intermediaries.

In Asgard now, Odin is resting and recovering from his injuries, with Frigga by his side. All matters, big and small, have been handed over to Thor. Perhaps this is a little scheme by Odin, hoping that Thor will experience the peaceful life of a king and then stay in this world.

Thor had roughly guessed this possibility, but putting aside whether he would stay or not, he was fine with helping his father manage Asgard.

Asgard's operating system has become very mature over the years. In Thor's universe, Loki ascended the throne and didn't cause any trouble even while watching a play, which speaks volumes.

In the conference room, Thor looked at Olaf's report, tapped his fingers lightly on the table a few times, thought for a while, and then took the report and walked towards the medical clinic.

Before he even went inside, Frigga came out and gave her son a gentle hug. "Don't worry about your father. Do what you want to do. And of course, remember to teach your father a lesson about yourself."

Thor nodded, indicating that he understood, and at the same time, he recalled his own mindset before he was lost on Earth.

I could describe myself back then in two words: arrogant.

Relying on Thor's hammer and his title of Thor, he looked down on many things, such as leading troops to attack the Frost Giants' kingdom, which was a result of a complete lack of self-awareness.

At that time, in his own eyes, apart from being a little lacking in martial prowess compared to Odin, he was already qualified to be the king of Asgard in other aspects. Later, Odin banished him to Earth, not only for the mysterious responsibility of being a king, but also because he wanted him to understand what kind of person he really was.

He's just a piece of trash who has nothing but a hammer.

In this universe, Thor lacked the opportunity to understand himself this time, so he decided to give Thor that opportunity to himself.

Boom!

A clap of thunder boomed above the Russian bear country, and with the consent of the People's Federation, the Rainbow Bridge once again touched the space of the atrium after many years.

A rainbow streaked across the sky, and Thor landed on the ground empty-handed. Despite his long training, Thor's physique had not yet returned to its original state; he still had a bit of a belly.

"Hey, Thor, how come you've suddenly gotten so fat?!" The Russian greeted Thor, his eyes lingering on Thor's belly, seemingly wondering what kind of wine it was that made his stomach grow so much in less than a day? Was the water used to brew it from the river of the Land of Women?!

Thor smiled, didn't reply, and walked straight into the tavern. Amidst the noise, Thor immediately spotted Thor standing in the middle, with Mjolnir tucked into his waistband.

Ah, how I miss the perfect Thor's hammer at this point in time. In Thor's era, that hammer must have been shattered countless times.

Wait... why is there a notch on the hammer?

Despite his confusion, Thor didn't slow down and squeezed into the crowd.

The bears around were momentarily stunned when they saw Thor. After glancing at Thor again, a thought crossed their minds: Had they gotten drunk? Had they only drunk a few bottles of vodka and were already seeing double?

"Who else! Who else!" Thor shouted, holding up his cup. He had already taken down nineteen people; he was just one short of hanging his own picture on the wall.

“And me,” Thor said calmly, looking at himself.

Thor paused, his eyes slightly glazed, and pointed at him, "I know you! You're the perfect son my father talked about?! Come on! I'm going to drink you under the table today!"

Even in his slightly tipsy state, Thor still knows there are some things he can't say, so it seems his brain isn't completely useless yet.

"No, I didn't come here to drink with you." Thor stretched out his right hand, and the hammer at Thor's waist vibrated slightly. The next second, it broke free from Thor's control and fell into Thor's hand. "I came to get something."

Thor sobered up instantly, his hand reaching out to grab air, but he only grasped at thin air. Staring at Mjolnir in Thor's hand, Thor clenched his fist and punched it, shouting, "Give it back to me!"

With a snap, Thor easily caught Thor's fist. Thor's domain was fully activated, suppressing Thor so much that he couldn't use any of his abilities. The closer the abilities were, the more clearly the restraint between the superior and inferior was manifested.

"You can keep drinking, drink as long as you want. I'll handle everything else." Thor released his hand, patted Thor on the shoulder, and then turned and left.

Thor rushed out of the tavern, only to find that Thor had disappeared, leaving only a streak of lightning in the sky.

Thor was about to give chase, his hand already raised, but he stopped in his tracks...

How do you fly without a hammer?

For the first time, Thor felt so lost. That person had taken away his right of succession, his weapons, and everything else.

Meanwhile, inside Stark's villa, Tony called everyone out, then casually chatted for a few minutes before leaving a paper document on the table.

"Why are you so silly in this world?" Rocket Raccoon asked, scratching his hair.

Stark smiled without saying a word, reached out and picked up the document, quickly read it through, and then handed it to the next person.

After everyone had finished reading, Stark clasped his hands together and placed them on his chin. "This is an opportunity, but opportunity comes with danger. What do you think?"

“When are we not in danger?” Rogers shrugged.

"High risk, high reward, that's normal," Bruce said calmly.

Barton and Natasha spread their hands, indicating they had no objections. They weren't afraid of death, so what danger could they possibly fear?

Then everyone looked at Rocket Raccoon, waiting for its objection.

Under everyone's gaze, Rocket Raccoon chuckled. "Don't look at me. From that day on, I've decided to listen to you guys. But should we call Ant-Man?"

“No, Ant-Man’s research is also very important. Let’s do our best. If Thor were here, the success rate might be higher,” Bruce said, standing up.

"Wuhu~ I think I heard someone calling me?" Thor crashed through the glass with a bolt of lightning and landed smoothly. To be honest, flying with a hammer is much more comfortable and less strenuous than flying on your own.

"Welcome back~" Bruce was about to give Thor a hug when he noticed the hammer with a broken corner. "Your hammer?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I can fix it myself." Thor ran his hand over the notch in the hammer.

Far away in Asgard, the fragments of Thor's hammer, drawn by the main body, flew directly out of the vault. A minute later, particles of powder gathered on Thor's hammer like streams of light, autonomously completing the repair.

Chapter 292 It Feels Great to Spend Money (Part 1)

After everyone had gathered, Stark and the others did not set off immediately because a new mission had been added for everyone on the Ouroboros platform.

This mission doesn't even have a title, it's all question marks, and it takes place in the evening in New York.

Wasn't Jax worried that they might not be able to win here? This mission is to solve that problem.

Late at night, everyone was still awake, staying in their rooms, wondering what this mission was all about.

Ha! Natasha stretched her muscles in the room. Thor had brought her some special medicine when he came over, and with her usual rehabilitation, she had recovered more than half of her fighting strength.

"Hmm, not bad, as expected of me." A voice suddenly came from behind Natasha, as if it were haunted.

Natasha turned around and delivered a side kick, but Black Widow caught her with one hand.

Under the bright lights inside the room, the two Natashas met for the first time in this world.

Black Widow had just returned from Chitauri and received this enhancement quest shortly after her return, so she came over immediately.

"Let's get acquainted, Natasha... never mind, just call me Black Widow." Black Widow said, letting go of her hand. She didn't really want to add a number 001 after her name.

"Natasha." Natasha was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say, so she just repeated her name.

“Alright, time is tight and the mission is heavy, so we won’t chat any longer. You can go out and explore again when you come back after completing your mission.” As Black Widow spoke, four Black Widows with darker skin floated up from around Natasha. “Now we’ll begin your special training.”

"Special training? How long? Is there enough time?" Natasha asked repeatedly. She was worried that her combat strength might not be of any help and might even be a hindrance, but the preparation time was indeed running out.

"Don't worry, the training focuses on item usage," Black Widow said, then snapped her fingers to produce a crystal ball. "Although it's likely to be fine, we'll still test it."

Natasha placed her hand on it, and the churning black mist covered most of the space inside the crystal ball. This was a special testing tool for the Shadow element.

“Okay, no problem. Now I’m going to teach you how to use items when all your energy comes from the outside. Take a look at your platform,” Black Widow said.