American Comics: Trading Tom Cat

After looking Loki up and down, Locke suddenly reached out and took out an object—a scale. This single scale was larger than Loki himself. More importantly, with the appearance of this scale, the temperature in the entire room began to rise rapidly. Waves of intense heat caused Loki to involuntarily take a few steps back.

Even so, Loki's gaze became incredibly fervent. Now that he had fully unleashed his fire-type talent, he had an intense desire for powerful flames. This scale, no matter how you looked at it, seemed to originate from a super-powerful creature. If he could obtain it, the benefits to him would be obvious.

Chaotic power emanated from Locke's palm, and the entire scale melted away rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, transforming in the blink of an eye into a peculiar fire staff—a large staff, over a meter long. Upon seeing this staff, Loki could no longer look away.

"Want it?"

"Yes!" Loki couldn't utter a single word of dissent about the staff.

"You can have it if you want; I'll give you two choices."

"Brother-in-law, please speak."

"First, steal Odin's spear."

Loki was speechless: "Brother-in-law, you might as well just kill me!"

"Let's talk about the second option."

"Find a way to get Odin to fight me."

Loki's lips twitched violently: "Brother-in-law, please spare me! I don't want to die!"

"Tch, that's boring. You should say we should talk about the first requirement instead."

Loki was both amused and exasperated. He realized that his brother-in-law was just teasing him.

"Cough cough!" Suddenly, a coughing sound rang out from nowhere.

Locke glanced up at him with a bored expression: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with your throat?"

Odin, the god-king hidden in the shadows, twitched at the corner of his mouth. He could see that Locke was almost willing to pay any price to fight him.

Since the signs had already appeared, Odin, the king of the gods, decided not to hide anymore and revealed himself directly.

Loki saw that extremely familiar figure. At that moment, his expression was so complex that words failed him. After a moment, he lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty the King of Gods."

Odin, the king of the gods, simply smiled gently. It's good that he harbors resentment; the worst thing is when he doesn't show it at all, that's when he truly hates someone to the core.

"Loki, you are excellent now. I look forward to the day when you surpass Thor."

Loki's eyes welled up with tears. He never asked for much, just the genuine approval of the father standing before him. That one sentence was enough for him.

“I will keep trying!” Loki said, taking a deep breath.

Locke curled his lip. The old fox was indeed the old fox. He had almost quelled Loki's resentment with just a few words. He really had Loki under his thumb.

Odin, the king of gods, turned his gaze back to Locke: "A staff that was shattered by the scales of a high-ranking sub-father dragon. Although it cannot be considered a divine artifact, it is a weapon that is second only to a divine artifact. It is indeed very valuable."

"Locke, name your price."

Behind him, Loki's eyes welled up with tears again. His father still cared about him.

Locke's lips twitched even more, and he hesitated. Seeing how Odin was using him to manipulate Loki, he felt he would be doing himself a disservice if he didn't make a big demand.

"Fight me, you know that's what I'm most looking forward to right now."

Odin, the king of the gods, shook his head with a wry smile: "Locke, you know I can't go all out right now."

"Furthermore, I know the reason you want to fight me is to measure the difference between your strongest move and a single-target attack."

"To tell you the truth, that move isn't enough to kill a single lower-level enemy, but it should be able to damage one."

Locke's brow furrowed. The word "damage" was not "severe injury," so it was at most a minor injury.

A moment later, he looked up at Odin, the king of the gods: "Odin, with your resources, you should be able to make a breakthrough against a single opponent. Why not give it your all?"

Odin, the king of gods, shook his head: "It's useless. Even if I unleash my full power, I might be able to fight a single target for a while, but that would only be relying on Odin's power. According to my estimation, the most important thing in attacking a single target is the strength of the physical body, which needs to be strong enough to withstand the erosion of cosmic energy for a period of time."

"As for just how strong that physical body is, you might want to ask the Ancient One, she's more familiar with the one below, or you could ask the one below directly."

Locke's brows furrowed again. As for physical strength, that guess was quite likely. Just look at the bodies of those Celestials; their physical strength was absolutely incredible.

He closed his eyes, his consciousness began to sink, and he uttered a cry: "Tiam."

A moment later, she received a gentle response.

"Locke, I'm here."

Is Odin's statement accurate?

"Yes, that's right, that's how it is according to my inherited memories."

"Just how strong does one's physical body need to be?"

"This requires meeting a unique standard of our Celestial Gods. If we compare it, if we consider your current physical strength as 80, the physical strength of the God King next to you is about 300, while to meet the standard for the Celestial Gods to be born, you need a physical strength of around 1000."

Locke couldn't help but look up at Odin, that old devil. The old devil had a beard and looked like he was about to die, yet his physical body was so strong.

As for the evaluation of his physical strength, Locke had no objection. His current physical strength was passively driven by the enhancement of Chaos Power and Phoenix Power. He hadn't specifically trained it at all. He even rarely paid attention to the Knight Breathing Technique because his body, after being tempered by the two powers, was sufficient.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Odin, the king of the gods, scratched his beard in confusion.

"Thiam told me that your physical body would be about three times stronger."

"Do we need three times more?" Odin, the king of the gods, murmured absentmindedly.

Then, he shook his head and gave a bitter smile. His body, which he had tempered for five thousand years, was only one-third complete. He had no chance.

"But speaking of which, you and that underground person have such a good relationship that you can communicate at any time."

"I have good relationships with many people."

Upon hearing this, Odin, the King of Gods, nodded. Although Locke was sometimes unreliable, he was indeed a trustworthy person. Most importantly, Locke was very generous. A generous and powerful person who would not betray you, at most he would occasionally trick you. It was not surprising that powerful beings would be willing to befriend such a person.

Odin himself, although he was often annoyed by Locke, had not experienced this kind of close joking and bickering for many years. That's why he would come over every now and then, and it felt like a friendship that transcended age.

"Ahem..." At this moment, Loki couldn't control himself anymore. You two are the bosses, and I can accept these 380, but aren't you having too much fun chatting? Have you forgotten something important?

This sound brought Odin, the king of the gods, back to his senses. His face didn't turn red, but he did feel a little awkward. He had gotten so engrossed in the conversation that he had forgotten about Loki.

"Alright, Locke, let's not talk about anything else. Name your price for that staff."

Locke shook his head and casually tossed the staff to Loki.

"Odin, you can go back and decide what to give him."

He originally intended to use this thing to see if he could force Odin to make a move, but now that Odin has answered his question, it's naturally useless.

As for asking Odin for an exorbitant price, to be honest, Locke felt there wasn't much left in Odin's possession that could interest him.

Locke's refusal to set a price made Odin somewhat uneasy. After thinking for a moment, Odin spoke up: "Locke, do you also want to make your physical body stronger? We in Asgard do have some special methods for physical training."

Locke curled his lip: "You've spent five thousand years honing your skills to this extent. How useful are those physical training methods you mentioned?"

This is a truly heartbreaking moment, chilling me to the bone.

However, before Odin could even get angry, Locke suddenly thought of something: "Wait, I can take a look at it too."

"Didn't you say you disliked it?"

"Despite the initial dislike, there might be some unexpected gains."

Odin said nothing more, turned and gave Loki a deep look: "Loki, do your best!"

“I will…” After a moment’s hesitation, he said softly, “Father.”

Odin laughed, and with a broad smile, he transformed into a streak of colorful light and departed.

"Odin, don't forget to send the goods over as quickly as possible!"

The reason Locke suddenly became interested in physical training methods was because he suddenly remembered something: he had been doing everything himself for so long that he had completely forgotten about the biggest cheat code he had ever had!

Tom!

Tom was able to create a Great Knight Breathing Technique that was comparable to a top-tier technique on Earth. Who says he can't go even further and create some kind of legendary breathing technique?

Chapter 101 Old buddy, jump into the script!

Locke was enjoying a new kind of fruit that his cousin Jerry had recently prepared. It was said to be a hybrid of several kinds of magical fruits and tasted quite good.

It has to be said that Jerry's older cousin, who was personally appointed by Locke as the leader of that group of extraordinary little animals, is really capable. She is intelligent and knows how to play tricks. At least 20% of the extraordinary drinks and food in the entire Hellfire are made by Jerry's older cousin!

On one hand, Jerry's older cousin has a high IQ, and on the other hand, she is capable of controlling the situation and making a group of superhuman animals with extraordinary abilities who only want to cause trouble obediently act according to Jerry's older cousin's ideas. Her action efficiency is off the charts.

Suddenly, Locke, who was enjoying the delicious fruit, looked up in a certain direction.

"Interesting, finally awake~"

"Moreover, this faint life stance, the sub-father level, a relatively low-level sub-father, is about what I predicted before."

Meanwhile, at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, Professor X's face suddenly lit up with ecstatic joy. Their incredible opportunity had finally arrived!

"and many more……"

He suddenly remembered something, and his expression froze, as if he had forgotten his old friend.

Professor X gave a wry smile and immediately began frantically trying to find a way to contact his old friend.

Magneto, who was drinking alone at the mutant base, looked very unwell.

He didn't know when it started, but people kept leaving his little base. He knew all about it but couldn't stop it because he knew where those guys went.

In fact, if it weren't for his pride still supporting him, he might have already recklessly joined forces with Hellfire.

So what could he do? He could only sit here, bored, and drink alone.

Suddenly, a familiar mental force instantly connected with Magneto's brain.

Magneto instantly erupted in a characteristic rage: "Damn you, Charles, you've invaded my brain again!!"

As he spoke, he maneuvered the helmet to float over at top speed.

"Eric, don't rush, listen to me first."

"Believe me, you won't regret what I'm about to say."

Magneto hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to trust his old friend.

"Charles, tell me, what is it?"

"Eric, you want to join Hellfire too, don't you?"

Magneto's forehead veins bulged: "Charles, are you here to mock me?!"

He grabbed the helmet and was about to put it on his head.

"general!"

Magneto froze in mid-air, a mixture of disbelief and complex anticipation in his eyes: "Charles, what do you mean?"

"That one, promise me, as long as you and I work together to complete the same task, I will let you and me share the last general's seat."

“Charles, that’s a general. I think you can’t refuse him.” Professor X’s tone was already tinged with teasing.

"Huff, huff, huff..." Magneto's breathing was as rapid as a bellows at this moment.

Doesn't he want to join Hellfire? How could he! There are countless powerful beings there, all sorts of treasures that are the most precious even to mutants, and there are even clear methods that can make mutants continuously stronger!

However, he was unwilling to accept this. He wasn't among the first to join, and Hellfire had almost completed its high-level sequence. Even if he went, he might only get a low-level sequence.

Who is he?! He is Magneto! The mutant Bipolar!

You're asking him to work in a low-level position, or even to be managed by his former subordinates?

The thought of that possibility is worse than killing him!

So he was in a lot of pain and conflicted. He wanted to go, but he was unwilling to give up. He was unwilling to give up, but he really wanted to go. He was in a lot of pain and conflicted.

But now, what did he hear?! A general's seat! That's the damn Hellfire General!!

Taking a deep breath, Magneto gritted his teeth and said, "Charles, I'm telling you, if you joke with me about this kind of thing, you're dead!"

Professor X's self-deprecating voice rang out: "Eric, you overestimate me. I dare to joke about you, but I wouldn't dare to joke about that one."

Magneto's face twitched violently. What do you mean by daring to joke about yourself? What do you mean by that, you old man?

Fortunately, this matter was too important, so Magneto temporarily suppressed his displeasure.

"Tell me, Charles, just how dangerous is this mission? I'd even kill the president if it meant becoming a general."

Professor X's lips twitched: "What did the president do to offend you? Why do you keep trying to kill the president?"

"Charles, stop talking nonsense and tell me the mission!"

"Okay, I'll give you the script now."