Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

Especially after experiencing non-human girls such as tentacle monsters, cat girls, dog girls, snake girls, and spider girls, Wanda began to unleash her imagination.

But to be fair, some of Wanda's suggestions really impressed Sherlock. For example, after using a pill to turn himself into a kobold and then playing Dog Way, Sherlock's ranking on the ladder rose incredibly fast, even surpassing many guys who had their dogs boost their rankings.

As this noisy yet unexpectedly peaceful daily routine continued for longer, Sherlock began to feel a growing unease.

After all, this is the Marvel universe; is it really possible to have such a long period of peaceful daily life?

Just as Sherlock was enjoying his increasingly happy yet anxious life, sure enough, life soon dealt him a huge blow.

Sherlock, who had been drinking all night, was sleeping soundly when he was groggily woken up by his cell phone ringing.

After fumbling around for a while, Sherlock answered the phone without even opening his eyes, relying entirely on instinct. The message coming from the phone instantly jolted Sherlock awake, and he began to roar at the person on the other end of the line in a fit of rage.

"Odin! Explain to me what you mean by being nominated for Best Supporting Actor at the Oscars? And what you mean by Frigga winning the Merlin Award? Is this fucking true? Huh? Is this true?"

What the hell do you mean you're inviting me to the Oscars? What the hell do you mean Frigga is taking me to the Merlin Awards? Is this even possible?!

P.S.: The Merlin Award is an award presented by the International Magicians Association, equivalent to the Oscars of magic festivals.

Chapter 679 Odin's Last Work

The Academy Awards, officially known as the Academy Awards, are the highest film awards in the United States, bar none.

According to unofficial historical records, the reason it was called the Oscars was simply because someone once complained that the trophy looked a lot like their uncle Oscar, which is a similar approach to the Baohua rose.

Although the prestige of this award has declined in recent years due to that damn political correctness, it remains a coveted prize for Hollywood, especially for film professionals in the United States.

It is precisely because of the prestige of this award that it has become a true reflection of the Hollywood world of fame and fortune since its inception.

Some people gain fame and fortune here in one night, but then fade into obscurity; some leave empty-handed and regretful, but gain the title of uncrowned king and their careers soar; some unknown people expand their network and reach the pinnacle of their careers in one night; and some fall from grace because of their arrogance.

The phrase "Vanity Fair" is almost the best summary of this grand event in the film and television industry. Ordinary people hope to turn their lives around through it, while big people hope to go further. Amidst the interplay of interests and the spotlight, all sorts of "decency" are portrayed in a chaotic and unpredictable manner.

Sherlock could never have imagined in both his lives that he would one day walk into this world of fame and fortune, especially as a family member of a nominee, dressed in a smart and respectable suit.

The good news is that Sherlock entered this world of fame and fortune as an alchemist, and because of his alchemist identity, he was constantly surrounded by a group of ardent gazes.

But when faced with Sherlock's cold mask, no one dared to approach him or speak to him.

The bad news is that while Sherlock's side was unusually quiet, Odin, as the nominee, was exceptionally adept at maneuvering, leaving Sherlock utterly speechless.

Watching Odin effortlessly navigate the theater, his old face beaming with smiles, Sherlock was utterly speechless.

How to put it? Perhaps it's a skill honed by a thousand-year reign in Asgard; for Odin, Oscar's social occasions might really just be a way to relax.

Even so, Sherlock felt that Odin was being a little too relaxed; damn it, this is the Oscars!

Old Deng didn't try to hide it at all; on the contrary, he was so excited that he didn't seem like a king of Asgard.

Is this fucking right?

Sherlock didn't understand, Sherlock was deeply shocked.

Even when Sherlock sat in his seat, speechless, listening to the guests on stage call out Odin's name, and then watching the old man, smiling like a chrysanthemum, run up to receive his award, followed by a passionate thank-you speech comparable to '50 marks for a loaf of bread'.

Sherlock couldn't help but feel that this whole thing was a bit surreal.

A king of an interstellar civilization with the fighting power of a godfather, whose name is known in the universe, gained recognition on Earth through his acting career, and was as excited as a three-year-old child.

Most importantly, you can't find any fakery throughout the whole process, and you can genuinely feel that the old man in front of you is truly happy and joyful because of this.

The feeling that you've been suppressed for a long time, yet you persist in pursuing your hobby, and one day you finally reach the top of the world through what outsiders consider a completely unproductive hobby—that's something that seems completely frivolous to you—was almost always present in Odin.

This feeling was so surreal that Sherlock even wondered if he had drunk too much horse piss and was still drunk. He even secretly pinched himself several times to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

If that wasn't thunderous enough, then Odin's performance at the Vanity Fair banquet after the Oscars nearly made Sherlock's eyes pop out of their sockets.

Can you imagine Odin, the king of Asgard and the father of Thor in the Avengers, chatting and laughing with all sorts of Hollywood bigwigs at a party called Vanity Fair, able to say a few words to anyone who comes?

That feeling is no less than discovering a video on Pornhub starring the captain himself, and it's fucking gay porn.

Sherlock was completely dumbfounded.

Even after the entire process was over, when Sherlock and Odin chose to leave on foot instead of by car, Sherlock looked at the little golden figure in Odin's hand and said to him speechlessly.

“I say, dear Mr. Odin, have you forgotten that you’re in exile? Are you doing this so that your two good sons won’t find out you’re on Earth?”

Faced with Sherlock's complaints, Odin showed no surprise whatsoever. Instead, he chuckled and played with the Oscar statuette in his hand as if it were a precious treasure, while calmly speaking to Sherlock.

"Don't worry, based on my understanding of that simpleton Saul, he wouldn't watch any award ceremonies at all. He'd rather spend that time watching a movie with that girl named Jane or just going out to have fun."

Even if Jane forced him to watch, the brat could only glance at it listlessly while drinking. By the time I went on stage, he'd probably be drunk and dragging Jane to bed.

Sherlock: ...

Faced with Odin's statement, Sherlock fell silent. To put it simply, Sherlock couldn't find any room for rebuttal. Thor, that idiot, was really capable of doing such a thing!

The only thing that might seem off is that the last part, "sleep," should probably be put in quotation marks.

However, to Sherlock's surprise, after Odin finished teasing his rebellious son, his tone suddenly changed, and a hint of sadness appeared in his eyes before he continued speaking to Sherlock.

"Besides, this old man doesn't have much time left. In the limited time I have, I don't have the energy to worry about whether that idiot Thor will find out or not."

Sherlock, although I may not have been a good father, or even a good king, I have ultimately led Asgard to the pinnacle of cosmic civilization and left my mark on the history of Asgard and cosmic civilization.

As for now, I want to leave my own legend on the path I loved most as a child. Can you understand me, Sherlock?

Faced with Odin's sudden, almost deathbed-like words, Sherlock was momentarily at a loss for words and could only respond with silence.

From the moment he met Odin today, Sherlock could sense the gradually fading life force emanating from Odin, and he knew that what Odin had just said was entirely from the heart.

Just as Sherlock was wondering how to respond to Odin's heavy words, which sounded like a dying wish, Odin suddenly changed his tone and patted Sherlock on the shoulder with a smile.

"However, I still want to thank you for being willing to accompany this old man to the awards ceremony. Thanks to your presence, I finally secured an investment for a movie with me as the lead actor at the banquet. I've already written the script and everything."

Sherlock: ?

Seeing Odin becoming increasingly excited beside him, Sherlock finally realized why Odin had invited him to the Oscars ceremony and insisted that he attend as an alchemist. It turned out that Odin was using him as a figurehead to attract investment.

After taking several deep breaths, Sherlock managed to control his emotions and asked Odin beside him with some helplessness.

Would you mind telling me the name of your posthumous work?

"The Silence of the Lambs! Written, directed, and starring himself! A spin-off of the movie Hannibal!"

"??? ...

Chapter 680 Is this my father?

Upon hearing Odin's words, Sherlock's CPU nearly boiled over. Staring at Odin's face, which was not much different from Anthony Hopkins's, with a head full of question marks, he seriously suspected that the old man had some kind of Alzheimer's or some other weird disease that had entered his brain, forcing his intelligent IQ to shut down.

Anthony and you look alike, but he doesn't obsess over that damned, deranged cannibal. Anthony, who has been a prominent figure in the film industry his entire life, even got divorced because of the role of Hannibal.

How come you, an old man with the same face as Anthony, have been obsessed with that damned, perverted cannibal ever since you entered the entertainment industry?

Are you really not afraid that Frigga will end up like Anthony's wife, openly expressing her fear of being eaten alive one day and resolutely initiating a divorce?

Sherlock didn't understand, Sherlock was deeply shocked.

However, seeing Sherlock's Rinnegan, which was both strange and incomprehensible yet filled with shock, Odin calmly smiled and began to analyze Sherlock's character and humanity.

They readily spout claims that cannibalism is merely a symptom, that the real cannibalism is a metaphor for the oppression of the lower classes by the social elite, and that Hannibal is just an abstract representation of a class.

He looked exactly like an old academic professor immersed in his own world.

While Odin was in this state, Sherlock rolled his eyes the whole time, without stopping for a single moment.

Seeing Odin's excited expression, Sherlock felt a pang of sympathy for his own past experiences with over-interpreting reading comprehension passages, and he even felt a little reluctant to disturb Odin, who was engrossed in his own world.

Sherlock once naively thought that Marx's statement "capital is cannibalistic" was just an abstract adjective, until the island incident occurred, and Sherlock realized that Marx was telling the truth.

Not wanting to pay any attention to Odin, Sherlock quickened his pace, dragging Odin, who was constantly analyzing the character, back to the hotel to meet Frigga.

Good news! This year's Merlin Awards ceremony has been held in Hollywood, so Sherlock won't have to take his two elderly relatives on a long trip to attend the awards ceremony.

The bad news is that, unlike Odin who wanted to use Sherlock's identity to attract investment, Frigga simply declared Sherlock as her relative, only listing him as her son in the relationship section.

This means that Sherlock not only has to temporarily play the role of Frigga's good son, but also has to face the reporters' cameras as Sherlock Flamel!

The good news amid the bad is that, because it is confined to a small circle, the Merlin Awards ceremony receives far less media attention than the Oscars.

The bad news within the good news is that, compared to the Oscars, the abstract nature of the Merlin Awards also greatly impressed Sherlock.

If the Oscars unknowingly awarded a trophy to a villainous character played by the king of a powerful interstellar civilization, then the Merlin Awards were simply a laughing stock.

To award a trophy named after a powerful, fictional mage on Earth to one of the top mages in an interstellar civilization, and most importantly, to do it in the name of magic!

What's even more outrageous is that the organizers, who were so enamored with Frigga's 'magic', specifically arranged for her to perform a 'magic trick' for them at the awards ceremony, in front of a host of magicians.

No, is this fucking right?

Let Li Kui demonstrate his three axe blows to Li Gui, and then award Li Kui a "Li Kui Award" in Li Kui's name.

This is as absurd as discovering one day that the Car Power Giant from Japan actually starred in adult films in his early years.

It's fucking amazing!

Throughout the awards ceremony, aside from the camera flashes that were like flashbangs on the red carpet, Sherlock's internal monologue never stopped.

But then again.

If the old couple's previous idleness made Sherlock believe Thor was definitely their biological son, then now that they've reached the top of that idleness industry, it's making Sherlock start to doubt whether Thor is truly their biological son.

To be honest, Sherlock strongly suspects that Frigga and Odin gave birth to Thor purely to detoxify.

Otherwise, you really can't explain why an old couple who can play games to the top of the industry could have a son like Thor, who is so silly.

Especially after the awards ceremony, when Sherlock couldn't hold back any longer and told Odin and Frigga what he had just thought of, the two old people unexpectedly fell silent.

After thinking about how Jane had trained their son to be incredibly obedient, the two elderly people actually looked at each other with firm eyes and then unanimously confirmed Sherlock's guess.

"Makes sense!"

It's just that the old couple were really too old, so old that they didn't have much time left, otherwise Sherlock would have started to wonder if the two of them were preparing to start a new character tonight.

However, neither Sherlock nor Odin could have imagined that while they were pondering whether Thor was a spirit born from the placenta or the product of their detoxification,

On the other side of the world, Saul was lounging on the sofa, a beer in hand, watching the replay of last night's Oscars ceremony on TV with a dumbfounded expression.

In fact, Odin's guess about Thor was not wrong at all. Thor did not pay attention to the Oscars ceremony at the first moment. After all, Thor had not yet evolved into the fat Thor and was not really interested in the things in the entertainment industry.

But Jane couldn't resist her interest. Even though Thor didn't watch it, Jane, who watched the whole thing, had a strange look in her eyes when she looked at Thor from when she went back to her room to sleep until she woke up this morning, which made Thor a little curious about that awards ceremony.

However, after watching the replay for a while, Saul finally understood why Jane was looking at him like that.