Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

Because Vision was a newborn, the Avengers and Justice League didn't let him participate in the battle, adhering to the principle of not letting him become a bad influence. As a result, Vision stayed by Pepper Potts' side as her assistant from beginning to end, which can be considered as handing Vision over to Pepper Potts to raise.

Vision, who originated from Jarvis, has a natural affinity for Pepper Potts and doesn't reject her. In fact, he works diligently and is quite happy to be by Pepper's side, making him a model worker and her most capable assistant.

Most importantly, Pepper Potts genuinely teaches Vision about human emotions. She can calmly and objectively analyze both the good and the bad, enriching Vision's emotional life. This is why Vision is so willing to follow Pepper Potts.

As for the remaining Falcon, Rhodes, Ant-Man, and Hawkeye, they all declined Captain America and Tony's invitation.

Falcon and Rhodes are practically suffering from PTSD from Sherlock. They avoid anything related to Sherlock as much as possible, especially since Sherlock personally tore off Falcon and Rhodes' wings and armor during the Justice League battle.

These two looked at Sherlock as if he were a plague god.

Ant-Man simply wasn't very familiar with the area, and he didn't want to leave because of his daughter. Hawkeye was in a similar situation, wanting to go home and take care of his child.

After much back and forth, only Captain America, Tony Stark, and Black Widow remained who could respond to Odin's invitation. Helpless, the three could only grumble and complain about Sherlock all the way to the airport to catch Tony's plane to Los Angeles.

As for Sherlock?

Well, Sherlock actually received Odin's message before the Justice League and the Avengers' final battle. After losing Diana, Sherlock threw off his helmet, grabbed Doro, and used the Space Stone to teleport to Los Angeles.

On one hand, it was to avoid the Avengers' revenge on him, and on the other hand, it was to check on Odin's current situation in advance.

What Sherlock never expected was that when he arrived at Odin's house in Los Angeles, looking dejected and carrying Doro, it wasn't Odin and Frigga who opened the door, but rather Thor and Loki!

? ? ? ?

Looking at Thor and Loki standing at the door with resentful expressions, Sherlock felt for the first time in his life what it meant to have his brain start to boil. Wait, what are these two doing here??

Has Odin finally gone too far and someone noticed something was wrong?

Let's leave those two aside for now. Why is Loki so calm, while Thor looks like a wronged little wife? And he's even leaning on Loki's shoulder?

Damn it, these two finally lost control and went for incest? Has Saul betrayed Jane?

Seeing Sherlock's expression shift from shock to confusion, and then back to shock, Loki, who already possessed a regal air, twitched his lips and spoke to Sherlock with a hint of annoyance.

"Although I don't know what you're thinking, I have a feeling that you're thinking about something very rude."

Sherlock: (°A°`) No, is that right? When did Loki learn mind reading?

Thor: () ? ? ? What are these two saying in their gibberish? I can't quite understand!

Chapter 743 The New Look of the Meow Hammer

Half an hour later, Sherlock sat down in the living room of Odin's Hollywood house with a twitching mouth, staring speechlessly at the bizarre family portrait opposite him.

Odin sat on the sofa with his arms crossed and a look of 'Why am I not dead yet?' on his face. The corners of his mouth drooped so low they almost touched the ground. His eyes were fixed on the upper left the whole time, as if he could see something outrageous if he turned his eyes even slightly.

Beside Odin stood the elegant and maternal Frigga, though her expression was more complex than Odin's, always bearing a loving smile but with a hint of apology in her eyes.

Whether he was looking at Sherlock or elsewhere, there was a hint of apology in his eyes, especially when he was looking at Sherlock.

The reason is simple: there was a tall, muscular man in Frigga's arms, with a stubble beard and weighing over 200 pounds, who desperately wanted to snuggle in his mother's arms and cosplay as a baby!

If you think that's all? No! No! No!

Behind this family of three, though it's an eyesore, it can still be considered somewhat heartwarming. Standing behind them is a top-tier cursed spirit, Loki, the nominal regent of Asgard!

Indeed, Loki did not choose to join in the heartwarming scene of the "family of three." Instead, he stood behind the sofa, his eyes darting back and forth between Odin and Sherlock.

The resentment from a working-class man was almost tangible in his eyes. Sherlock had no doubt that if this world really had a system of magical powers, Uncle Loki could actually create a top-tier magical spirit on his own and claim that he had a domain expansion.

Looking at the 'family portrait' before him, whose emotional relationships could only be described as complex, Sherlock could only frantically suppress the ever-growing corners of his mouth while pretending to have a headache and rubbing his head, secretly glancing at Doro sitting on the table.

Doro was holding an orange, his eyes shining like light bulbs, eating the orange as if it were a melon.

Seeing Doro's expression, Sherlock almost couldn't control himself. What should he do if he wanted to laugh even more?

After a while, Sherlock managed to suppress his laughter, and his gaze passed over Odin and the other two sitting on the sofa, looking directly at Loki.

"To sum it up, the current situation is this: a dad who ran away, a mentally challenged brother, a mom who follows the crowd, and you, who's working to clean up the mess, right?"

"What do you mean by running away? I'm retiring! I'm pursuing art! I'm fulfilling my childhood dream!"

Sherlock had barely finished speaking when Odin slammed his hand on the coffee table in front of him and began to loudly accuse him. Immediately following behind was Thor, who had been nestled in Frigga's arms, jumping out right after his father.

“That’s right, I’m not mentally challenged! It’s so hurtful for you to say that, mentor. You have to make it up to me! I truly believed that my mother had left me forever. Do you know how heartbroken I am?”

Upon hearing Saul's accusations, Sherlock and Frigga's lips twitched in unison once again.

Sherlock didn't know what Frigga was thinking, but seeing the burly Thor huddled in Frigga's arms like a baby, Sherlock probably understood just how heartbroken Thor was.

Hmm, probably...

After all, there were just too many flaws, and Sherlock didn't even know where to begin criticizing them. In the short time that Sherlock hesitated, Odin and Loki on the other side clashed again.

"You dumped the entire Asgard on me with just one document, and I didn't even get to see you one last time before you ran away. What is this if not running away? Do you know how many brain cells I used up to stabilize Asgard after you left?"

"Heh, weren't you the one who fought tooth and nail for the throne back then? Now that it's yours, you're not willing to accept it?"

"What I want is a smooth succession, one that comes from the people, the old king, and the ministers, not one where the old king suddenly runs away and I have to hastily take the throne and then wrestle with those greedy ministers!"

"You unfilial son, you brat, you can't even handle this simple task..."

"You old rascal, you disrespectful old man..."

……

The father and son were locked in a fierce battle, neither willing to back down. They exchanged barbs as if a full-blown fight was about to erupt at any moment. But miraculously, neither Odin nor Loki showed any intention of actually rolling up their sleeves and making a move.

Most importantly, Frigga on the other side seemed to be immune to such scenes. She rubbed her head with a headache, gave Sherlock an apologetic look, and then looked at Thor, who had run to Sherlock's side and was frantically demanding compensation, with disdain.

Seriously, her own daughter-in-law was already preparing for her final dissertation defense for her doctoral degree, and her own silly son was acting like a child, running over to Sherlock to ask for compensation. For the first time in her life, Frigga felt that her retirement life was really too noisy.

Sherlock was also disgusted by Thor. After all, the sight of this big, hairy guy Thor coming over to act cute was a bit too bizarre. Sherlock admitted that he couldn't stand such a scene, so he could only temporarily ignore Odin and Loki, who were arguing on the other side, and deal with Thor first.

However, what Sherlock never expected was that Thor's request was just as bizarre as his behavior.

Sherlock never dreamed that Thor would want him to turn Mjolnir into the shape of the bird-headed hammer he had when Odin exiled him to Earth.

Having lived on Earth for so long, Sherlock absolutely did not believe that Thor was unaware that the battle dress he wore was actually women's clothing. However, Thor simply wanted it and actually made a request to Sherlock.

After eliminating all impossible options, what remains, no matter how impossible, can only be the truth.

Thor's desire to cross-dress remains undiminished!

After hearing Thor's request, Sherlock's gaze toward Thor and Odin, who was arguing with Loki on the other side, began to become increasingly strange.

To be honest, they are indeed father and son.

People always have to pay the price for what they couldn't have when they were young. Odin's unattainable childhood possession was his love for drama, which has led to his current obsession with movies and stage plays.

Thor's most unattainable possession in his youth was the Valkyrie, so much so that even now, knowing that the outfit she wore back then wasn't something a man should have, he still can't forget it.

Well, the good news is that Thor's dream of a Valkyrie dress ultimately disappeared under Frigga's punishment; the bad news is that Sherlock still fulfilled Thor's dream of turning Mjolnir into a bird-headed hammer.

I don't know why, but the bird headdress Sherlock made for Meowth feels a bit strange.

Chapter 744 Odin: Isn't it normal that movies are more important than children?

"No, is that right?"

Thor watched with anticipation as Doro, sitting on the table, casually waved his hand after Sherlock agreed. The Meowth Hammer hanging by the door flew into Doro's hand, was then handed to Sherlock, and after a flash of red light, transformed into a brand new Meowth Hammer. Thor's anticipation gradually turned into a sense of existential doubt.

I remember the original Bird Head Hammer version of the Meow Hammer wasn't like this, was it?

Seeing Thor's bewildered expression, Sherlock calmly said to him.

Is something wrong?

"I don't remember it being like this."

"What's wrong with it? Think about it carefully. Didn't the original bird-headed mallet have a pointed tip? Doesn't the hammer in your hand have a pointed tip? Think again, wasn't the original bird-headed mallet entirely pink? Isn't the one in your hand also entirely pink?"

At this point, Sherlock paused slightly, looking at Thor, whose face was increasingly filled with doubt, and continued to deceive him without changing his expression.

"Think back carefully. Didn't the bird head mallet have two small wings? And don't you have two small wings in your hand? That's the bird head mallet I made for you back then. It's just that it's been so long that your memory is a little blurry."

"is it?"

After Sherlock's smooth talk, Thor's expression went from shock to confusion, from confusion to self-doubt, and finally he kept scratching his head, looking like he couldn't figure it out.

Seeing Thor's state, Sherlock said to Thor with absolute certainty.

"Definitely. You'll know if you go out and try it. The feel is absolutely the same. It's just that you haven't seen it in a long time, so your memory is a little blurry."

Upon hearing Sherlock's statement, Thor, filled with questions, picked up the real bird head hammer version of the Meow Meow Hammer and actually planned to go out and try it out to see if it felt the same. He even muttered things like, "Could it be that I remembered it wrong?" as he walked.

From the moment Sherlock began to con Saul without batting an eye, the father and son who were arguing on the other side had already stopped, their expressions almost identical to Frigga's, who had been quietly watching Sherlock fool her silly son the whole time.

Frigga: Did I really throw away the fetus and raise the placenta instead?

Odin: Damn it, I should have thrown it against the wall back then!

Loki: Is this thing really human, so stupid?

Judging from their expressions, the three of them were hurling very vulgar insults, not at Sherlock, but at Thor.

Sherlock calmly sipped his tea the whole time, completely ignoring the three people across from him who were dumbfounded, and Doro, who was sitting on the table with his face red and swollen from trying not to laugh.

The scene fell into an inexplicably awkward state because of the overly absurd conversation that had just taken place.

Just as Loki was about to break the awkward silence with a sigh and discuss Odin and Frigga's future with Sherlock, a loud bang came from the courtyard of Odin's house.

The loud noise startled Loki. When he realized the source of the sound was in the same direction Thor had just left, Loki's blood pressure spiked. He gave a forced smile and said to Sherlock, who was sitting opposite him.

"Let's talk about it when I get back. I need to deal with the idiot at home first."

After saying this, without waiting for Sherlock's reaction, he angrily turned and walked in the direction Thor had left.

Seeing that something even more interesting might happen between Loki and Thor, Doro, who was sitting on the table, immediately ate the orange in his hand, and decisively jumped off the table to chase after them.

Seeing that only Odin, his wife, and himself remained at the scene, Sherlock rubbed his head and said to Odin.

What are your plans now?

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Odin stopped wearing a sour face and relaxed back on the sofa, smiling as he spoke to Sherlock.

"Didn't you see it too? These two lads found me. Unfortunately, my time is running out."

After saying this, Odin sat up straight again, resuming his usual appearance as the king of the gods on the throne of Asgard, and spoke to Sherlock.

"Sherlock, for the sake of the Ancient One and that silly boy, help me take care of Asgard, or rather, help me take care of those two silly boys."