American Comics: Trading Tom Cat

“I roughly know what you’re planning to do. This little girl’s potential is indeed amazing, but with my current abilities, I’m not capable enough to help her control that terrifying power.”

“No need to comb it,” Locke said, shaking his head.

"There's no way to trace the source of this power; it's far more terrifying than you can imagine."

"What you need to do is help her strengthen and stabilize her mental power, restore her spirit, and gradually gain control of this power."

Since Wanda was able to awaken the power of chaos ahead of time, it is clear that the Mind Stone helped Wanda by enhancing her mental power, allowing her to return to normal from her rampage, and then gradually begin to control the power of chaos.

If that's the case, then there's no reason why the White Queen, who also uses psychic powers, wouldn't be able to do it. Even if the quality of the White Queen's psychic power is far lower than that of the Mind Stone, the White Queen is still a top-tier fighter on Earth, second only to Professor X as a psychic master. Professor X can suppress the Phoenix Force of the same level, so there's no reason why the White Queen can't.

"I'll try my best," the White Queen replied solemnly.

.........

Meanwhile, in the world of cats and mice.

At this moment, Tom's big face was full of conflicted expression.

Tom really likes Locke and wants to follow him, but Tom is also a loyal cat, the kind who will treat his owner like his first love even if they mistreat him a thousand times.

Tom felt he couldn't bring himself to tell his owner that he wanted to leave.

I'm so conflicted, so incredibly conflicted!

So much so that Tom didn't want to bother with Jerry when he was stealing his dried fish again, and Tom found himself facing the most important choice of his life.

Suddenly, the master's voice came from outside.

"Tom, you stupid cat, you better behave yourself, do you hear me!"

Tom's expression changed. It was almost time to contact Locke, and he couldn't let his master go out.

Tom instantly transformed into a whirlwind of cats, swiftly appearing in front of his owner with a silly cat grin, blocking his path.

The owner was furious: "Tom, you stupid cat, get out of my way to work!"

Tom was slapped aside and slammed heavily onto the door.

Tom skillfully pulled himself out, ignoring his master's violent actions, and once again stood in front of his master.

"Damn Tom, you really want me to give you a good beating, don't you?"

As he spoke, the large, dark-skinned owner casually picked up a broom.

Tom swallowed hard. He couldn't hesitate any longer, or he'd definitely get a beating.

Tom's hand, which he had been hiding, suddenly emerged, revealing the gold bar he had been clutching. Its dazzling golden light instantly drew everyone's attention.

The fat, dark-skinned owner was stunned for a moment, and then he became completely enraged.

"Damn it, Tom, you stupid cat, you've even learned to steal!"

"You stole my gold bars, and now you're deliberately provoking me here!"

As he spoke, a brutal beating engulfed Tom.

Tom was stunned, not because of the pain, but because his owner had mistaken him for a thief!

Tom suddenly felt wronged, a feeling stemming from distrust.

At that moment, Tom thought of Locke. If Locke were the master, he probably wouldn't distrust him so much, right?

In the Marvel universe, Locke's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he instantly opened the Dimensional Trading Interface.

Tom's favorability rating, which was originally stuck at 99%, inexplicably reached 100%.

Additionally, perhaps because Tom's favorability rating has reached its maximum, the Latitude Trading interface seems to have undergone some changes.

Locke ignored the new changes and quickly connected with Tom. Tom's favorability rating inexplicably reached its maximum, something must have happened.

More than the new features, Locke was concerned about what was wrong with Tom.

.........

In the world of Tom and Jerry, Tom, who was being beaten and running away with his head in his hands, suddenly heard an urgent warning sound.

"Your traders are strongly requesting to come to your world. Do you agree?"

Tom was stunned for a moment and didn't have time to dodge. Just then, the fat owner saw an opportunity, grinned maliciously, and wielded the broom so fast it was almost a blur. He grabbed Tom and gave him a brutal beating, making Tom howl in pain.

With a loud bang, a broom was broken in two. The fat owner, still not satisfied, grabbed another stick and swung it down at Tom.

"bump"

A hand suddenly appeared out of thin air and grabbed the iron rod.

"Who gave you permission to treat my cat like this!" The icy voice seemed to bring the chill of winter, causing the temperature in the entire room to drop significantly.

With a slight exertion, accompanied by a creaking and scraping sound, the entire iron rod was actually gripped and left with a row of handprints.

"Gudong!"

The originally furious, plump, dark-skinned woman stared in disbelief at the scene, a chill running down her spine, and cold sweat instantly soaked her back.

Chapter Fourteen: Jerry's Amazing Family

Locke's expression was cold, his icy gaze fixed on the fat black man before him, as if he were looking at a dead man. He had killed hundreds, if not thousands, of people, so one could imagine how terrifying his accumulated killing intent was. Even a killer with a strong will might not be able to withstand his gaze, let alone an ordinary person.

With a thud, the obese Black man sat down directly on the ground.

Locke casually tossed the iron rod aside and looked at Tom in the corner.

"Tom, are you alright?"

Tom shook his head. With Tom's ability to casually rip off his own head, this little setback was nothing.

But even though nothing's wrong, the difference between the two is immediately apparent: one doesn't believe in themselves at all, while the other immediately cares about themselves.

"It's good that you're alright. Go and pack your things, I'll take you with me."

Tom immediately grinned and nodded repeatedly, but the beating from the fat black woman completely chilled his heart.

Watching Tom dash off to pack his luggage, Locke turned to look at the fat black man, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Unexpectedly, Tom's owner was this fat pig. Tom had many owners in the original story, including a gentle wife and a king. If it were any of the other owners, Locke would have been prepared to make a good deal. Locke had even prepared a small mountain of gold, with gold bars worth more than a billion dollars.

For Locke, no amount of money could compare to the value of Tom.

But now, that money can be saved.

Locke remembered this fat woman; her red shoes appeared many times in the original story. Most importantly, she was the owner who beat Tom the most. Also, Locke hated black people!

With a single hand, he casually scooped up the dead, fat pig, and amidst the cries and pleas for mercy from the person on the ground, he grabbed the pig and disappeared from the spot.

When Tom had everything ready, he saw Locke sitting on the sofa waiting for him.

Tom looked left and right and found that he couldn't find the original fat owner. He was puzzled and took out a stone slab from behind him. He wrote and drew on it and asked Locke where the original owner had gone.

Locke reached out and ruffled Tom's hair: "Don't worry, I gave her a bigger place to live, and she happily accepted it."

The ocean is indeed vast. As for whether the other party is truly happy, didn't they see them crying tears of joy?

Tom didn't think much of it, nodded vigorously, then scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, and pulled out... a mountain from behind him!

This is truly a mountain, over three meters high, with as much luggage as a mountain.

Locke didn't care much; a little more stuff was fine, even if Tom emptied the house.

"I'm all set, but wait a minute, I need to have a chat with a little one."

Tom nodded readily, then happily settled down on the sofa, took out a bag of dried fish, and began to enjoy it.

Locke stood up, walked to a corner, and gently knocked on the small door in the corner.

Soon, a rather cute little mouse poked half its head out.

"Little one, Tom will be leaving with me. Do you want to come with us?"

Jerry paused for a moment, looking at Locke blankly. This human is so strange. Who would invite a mouse to join them?

Looking at the bewildered little Jerry, Locke reached out a finger and gently touched the boy's head.

"You heard me right. I'm going to invite you to leave with me. Once you're with me, you won't need to steal anything anymore, and you won't need to worry about being chased by cats. I'll provide you with plenty of food and everything you like."

Jerry grew increasingly confused, and a drop of liquid the size of a bean involuntarily welled up in his mouth, sounding quite wonderful.

But Jerry quickly came to his senses and shook his head vigorously.

That's strange, so strange! It must be a trick on the mouse! Nobody would be that nice to a mouse!

Locke didn't care much about Jerry's rejection. To be honest, although Jerry had the upper hand in the original story's battle with Tom, Jerry's value was actually far less than Tom's.

If Tom's label is idealism—that Tom can do whatever he believes he can—then Jerry's label can probably be seen as not bad. Throughout the story, Jerry may have been attacked, but he has never been truly hurt, which is why Jerry is able to bully Tom.

No matter how powerful Tom is, what can he do if he can't break through the defense?

This ability is incredibly powerful for Jerry, but it's not very valuable to Locke, who can't simply remove it from Jerry.

The reason for inviting Jerry wasn't because of Jerry himself, but because of the incredible family of relatives behind him.

The eldest cousin is a master of strength; the second cousin is a magician who can revive life at will; there's also the fairy mouse cousin; the explosive nephew; and the incredible uncle who can attack Tom in real life from the TV screen.

Apart from that little nephew, everyone here is more extraordinary than the last.

"Since you don't want to leave, then this house is yours. The original owner of the house will not be coming back. You can do whatever you want, even turn this place into a rat kingdom."

"If you're worried about food, here's some. You should be able to order food yourself over the phone."

Locke casually pulled out a gold brick that was as big as a mountain for Jerry and placed it next to Jerry.

Jerry's intelligence is no less than Tom's; when he saw the gold brick, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Seeing Locke turn to leave, Jerry struggled violently, then gritted his teeth, reached out and grabbed Locke's trouser leg, forcefully pulling him to a stop.

Locke turned around and ruffled Jerry's hair: "Little one, is there anything else?"

Jerry was hesitant; he was tempted to follow Locke, but also conflicted.

Looking at Jerry's adorable face, Locke smiled and tapped the boy's little head.

"Alright, you don't trust me enough right now. You can take your time to think it over. The place I'm taking Tom to is very, very far, much farther than you can imagine. So come with me after you've thought it through. Tom and I will come back to see you."

Strike while the iron is hot and it might still succeed, but Locke really didn't plan to leave with Jerry this time; leaving a good impression would be enough.

This is the world of Tom and Jerry. It's one thing if Locke takes away Tom, but if he takes Jerry too, both main characters will disappear. Is this still the world of Tom and Jerry? Who knows what will happen? Will the world disappear? Or will the dimensional trading interface lose the coordinates of this world? Locke has no interest in gambling, so it's best to take Jerry's whole family with him all at once.

Chapter Fifteen: Invincible Tom

The void twisted, and a passage appeared out of thin air. Locke walked out of it, followed by Tom, who was dragging a small mountain.

Looking at the familiar room before him, and glancing at Tom behind him who was curiously looking around, Locke's face broke into an unprecedented smile.

Ever since he learned that this world was the Marvel universe, Locke had been filled with a sense of oppression, not because of the various chaotic disasters in the Marvel universe, but because of the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme.

Once the guardian of time discovers significant changes in the timeline, no one knows what the other party will do.

Now, that pressure has vanished.

From this moment on, even the Ancient One was powerless against him.

In terms of combat power, Tom is definitely not as good as the Ancient One, but Tom's power is subjective. As long as Tom feels it is possible, he can do almost anything, and may even transform into various powerful forms at any time, such as Tom the Superman, Lightning Tom, Wizard Tom, etc.

Let's put it this way: even if the Ancient One were to kill Locke with a single slap out of nowhere, as long as Tom is around, he could conjure up some strange and wonderful things to revive Locke in no time. Even if the Ancient One were so powerful that she could banish Locke to another dimension in an instant, given time, Tom could create a time machine to bring Locke back.

As for eliminating Tom, well, that's a joke. Tom, who can easily resurrect even after being physically destroyed, wouldn't be afraid of that thing!

Tom's regenerative abilities would make even Majin Buu jump up and curse.

Tom the Idealist is such an unsolvable existence!

Locke looked up at the sky for a long time before murmuring, "It seems she's not planning on doing anything."

Locke brought an alien creature from another dimension; there's no reason the Ancient One wouldn't have noticed. The fact that she hasn't appeared now means she's already determined that she can't do anything about Tom.

Locke stroked his chin: "In that case, we could visit Kamar-Taj if we have the chance."

"I'm sorry, Kamar-Taj is not currently accepting guests." A strange voice suddenly appeared.

Hearing this voice, Locke remained calm and instead smiled: "Supreme Sorcerer, since you've come all this way, why not show yourself?"

The void twisted and contorted, and a distinguished-looking bald man, dressed in a robe, emerged out of thin air.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Locke couldn't help but exclaim, "As expected of the Supreme Mage, his aura is truly extraordinary."