My family runs an adventurer's guild.

They finally understood the pain and helplessness that the Native American chiefs had felt when facing wave after wave of white colonists.

Moreover, amidst the sudden upheaval, the suspicion and hostility between nations did not diminish. They were all worried that the other might collude with extraterrestrial forces to deal with their competitors on Earth—the British colonists of the 18th century conquered South Asia while Indians were fighting amongst themselves!

Hesitation, confusion, fear, worry, sorrow, grief, indignation...

Countless conflicting ideologies clash in this turbulent world of great strife. Many organizations that had been abandoned by history seize the opportunity to stir up trouble, hoping to ride the storm of an alien invasion and once again return to the light of day!

Ordinary people, however, merely gaze at the stars, filled with dread about this unknown realm. They only know that Earth is no longer safe, that enemies could arrive from space at any moment, but they don't know where the enemies are, how many there are, or when war will break out…

The more crucial problem is that they cannot escape Earth, this no longer safe cradle!

In this situation, some choose to give up and live for the moment. Others become doomsday survivalists, building air-raid shelters in their yards and driving up the price of bottled water in supermarkets to the same level as gasoline. Still others silently pray, desperately trying to grasp at any straw.

—It's not necessarily about relying on this straw to save your life, but about needing it to restore your confidence.

This lifeline could be a powerful regime that provides a sense of security, a great hero who can save the world, an invincible army that can defeat aliens... When none of the above options exist, it can be replaced by some "friendly" aliens.

Previously, the only "good neighbors" that Earthlings could barely contact were the "Norse gods" of Asgard.

However, they now seem to have a new option...

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When the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme, passed through the portal and Black Widow Natasha arrived in New York a Quinjet, Feli the cat and his mistress, the silver dragon Lulutia, were already on their way to the United Nations headquarters, surrounded by thousands of people.

On Blick Street in downtown New York City, police officers and protesters who had been fighting each other until they were bleeding seemed to have temporarily forgotten their conflict and shifted their attention and curiosity to the fantastical silver dragon and the cat-people who spoke American English.

In democratic and free countries like those in Europe and America, on the one hand, ordinary people often take to the streets to express their opinions over trivial matters; on the other hand, they have long been accustomed to, or rather, numb to, the violent suppression that follows demonstrations.

Neither the police officers who beat people nor the protesters who were beaten regarded this as a major incident of persecuting democracy or suppressing freedom.

So, after his high-profile appearance, Phil had to spend a full five minutes greeting reporters and curious citizens who wanted to interview him, answering their various questions, some idiotic and some not. He also had to pose for photos with the protesters and police who had just been fighting tooth and nail, flashing peace signs, and swatting away hands that tried to grab him and pet his fur—someone actually wanted to pluck his fur as a collectible!

This is truly intolerable, even for a dragon!

Then, once the onlookers on the street calmed down, Phil had to yell at them to clear a space so the lady of the house could jump from the roof. Otherwise, given the population density on the street, if Lulutia had jumped onto the street, she probably would have trampled a bunch of unfortunate people to death on the spot.

Not to mention the curious onlookers on several other streets who, after hearing the news, were steadily pouring towards Blick Street...

Finally, after a while, a strange sight appeared on the streets of New York: a cat-like figure dressed in a white shirt and a red short dress strode confidently into the middle of the road, just like Moses parting the Red Sea in the Bible. Wherever it went, people dispersed and cleared the way for it.

Behind the cat-like Philly was a silver dragon larger than an elephant, which strolled along slowly, surveying the surrounding street scene. Although it seemed to be walking leisurely, the ground trembled slightly with each step the dragon took, as its weight was comparable to that of a main battle tank.

The faint dragon aura that constantly emanated from the silver dragon instilled a deep sense of awe in everyone present.

Despite this, hundreds of citizens and police officers continued to follow closely behind Firi and Lulutia as they moved. Meanwhile, reporters from various news outlets swarmed in, quickly gathering a large group to snap photos of the dragon and the cat-like figures.

After Phil walked out of Blick Street, he was not only seen by police officers directing traffic, but also by a helicopter filming him from above.

Humans are creatures who love excitement; they fear the unknown yet yearn to explore it. Especially the well-informed citizens of New York City in the Marvel universe—even the half-opened, pervasive dragon aura of the Silver Dragon couldn't make them scream and retreat; instead, they were happily taking photos and videos.

Meanwhile, Phil was surrounded by layers of reporters and police, and had to face a large number of recording devices at all times.

However, the enthusiasm and curiosity of the people around her are not Phil's main concern at the moment.

What he was more concerned about was the vibrant online world and all sorts of modern cuisine.

—At this moment, surrounded by countless “enthusiastic citizens”, Firi was slowly walking toward the United Nations headquarters, browsing Facebook and web pages on a smartphone “kindly lent” by a female journalist named Milia, while munching on grilled meat, sandwiches, milk tea, and fried fish that he had just bought from a roadside vendor.

Well, as a poor alien cat without a single dollar, the food was paid for by the female reporter, Milia.

It must be admitted that, although nutritionists have denigrated them as junk food, in terms of taste, these street snacks, rich in spices, sugar, salt and other food additives, are far superior to the "pure, natural, green and pollution-free" medieval foods in Totoro Town.

—Philip had personally tasted the "freshest" roasted wild boar meat there, and the fishy smell made him nauseous.

Not to mention the wild boar that was killed by the silver dragon Lulutia with her dragon breath; its diet consisted mainly of raw meat and charcoal, so there wasn't much to eat.

As for the black bread that is hard and crumbly due to being mixed with a lot of sawdust, straw, and mud, and the so-called "white bread" that is mixed with a lot of chalk, the raw material for making chalk, it is enough to make most urban residents of modern Earth turn away.

In comparison, the so-called "junk food" in modern metropolises is far superior to "green food" in terms of both hygiene and taste... Don't assume that only food additives are harmful to the body; parasite eggs and bacteria in some "all-natural foods" can also cause excruciating pain. And the bran and grit mixed in with vintage handmade flour can cause unbearable pain to the consumer's teeth and throat.

Therefore, modern people are not primitive people, so our diet cannot be too environmentally friendly!

Chapter 211, Black Widow and the Quinjet

Being able to enjoy a wealth of information online while also indulging in a variety of delicious foods is the greatest benefit of returning to modern Earth!

While scrolling through entertainment news on her smartphone, Phil happily tossed the last piece of fried fish fillet from the paper bag into her mouth, then took a big gulp of milk tea. Her pair of fluffy cat ears stood up high and twitched energetically.

Unaware that she was unconsciously acting cute, she had already made many people's eyes light up.

"...Ahhh! So cute! I want to pet it!" - The inner monologue of Miss Milia, a deep cat lover.

At this moment, Milia and David, the two unfortunate young reporters who were on the verge of losing their jobs, were filled with excitement and joy.

As if by divine intervention, just when they were about to lose their jobs, this cat and the dragon behind it descended from the sky, landing right next to them, who were eager for big news! They were given a precious opportunity to experience third-kind contact firsthand!

Although prior to this, Earthlings in the Marvel universe had actually had many encounters of the third kind, some malicious, such as Loki's mischief and the Chitauri's large-scale invasion, and others benevolent, such as the Asgardian prince and Thor's descent to Earth to woo women...

The problem is, Milia and David, the two junior reporters, couldn't interview those previous third-kind encounters!

But this time it's different. This adorable little cat and the dragon behind it are like a huge gold mine suddenly placed in front of them. After they volunteered to be their guides, they can take photos and interview to their heart's content... and maybe even pet the cat.

As the female reporter Milia excitedly thought this, she took out a voice recorder from her backpack.

Looking back at the renowned reporters from those famous newspapers and television stations, who were blocked outside by a human wall simply because they arrived a step late, Miss Milia, the female reporter, couldn't help but feel even more smug.

It's important to understand that, unlike those famous journalists who can act arrogantly and demanding, a junior reporter like her earns her income primarily from the news and breaking news she brings in. If she doesn't receive generous bonuses for breaking news, her ordinary, mundane stories will at best only allow her to make ends meet.

But now, she has finally snagged a super hot news story with an incredibly generous prize!

—Although that dragon seemed difficult to interview, this orange cat in front of me seemed quite easy to talk to.

"...Mr. Cat, would you like to try these New York street foods?"

Watching the cat Phil devour a pile of street food like a whirlwind, she asked with great interest.

"...Not bad, meow! I have to admit, Earth's food is much more varied than ours!"

Phil casually remarked, shoving the empty milk tea cup into David's hand, "...Could you please throw this away?"

So the Asian male reporter had no choice but to awkwardly push through the crowd to throw away his trash, while his partner, Milia, happily held out her recording pen.

"...Well then, esteemed Mr. Cat, on your way to the United Nations headquarters, could you spare a moment to grant me an interview and answer a few simple questions? It won't take up much of your time, just a few very simple questions..."

"...Ah, no problem at all, meow! In fact, I was even a little surprised that the Earth side treated us so kindly. When I said I wanted to go to the United Nations headquarters, not only did you two enthusiastic reporters take the lead, but the police also cooperated and helped clear the way."

Phil looked away from his phone screen and said, "...In my most pessimistic scenario, I was worried that some secret agents in black would come with handcuffs, ready to charge us with 'illegal entry,' and then arrest us and torture us in some dark room. Or they might just send in the army right away, giving us a 'warm welcome' with stun grenades, stun guns, or even submachine guns!"

"...Uh...I don't think the government would be that reckless, right? Even though we criticize the White House and Capitol Hill every day..."

Milia chuckled awkwardly, "...But they probably wouldn't start an interstellar conflict without a reason, would they?"

Phil simply whistled indifferently at Milia's explanation.

—In the real world, the United States might be more cautious in using force and dealing with "extraterrestrial visitors." However, the American political system in the Marvel universe is a ruling group suffering from severe paranoia. They love to judge who is dangerous and who is not by their own standards, and stubbornly believe that everyone wants to hinder their American Dream. Therefore, they always maintain a "when in doubt, just go for it" attitude.

In many ways, the high-level decision-makers in the Marvel universe are even more immature than the Showa-era Japanese strategists.

Back when they were luring the Hulk, General Ross's U.S. military was already fighting the Hulk in New York, blowing up several streets. And now, when aliens invade New York, the World Security Council actually dares to drop nuclear bombs on Manhattan! Aren't they afraid of being torn apart by Wall Street afterward?

Moreover, besides Earthlings and Chitauri, Thor, the son of the Asgardian god-king and wielding Mjolnir, was also on the Manhattan battlefield at the time... What if he had been killed by a nuclear missile while diligently helping Earthlings...

How should we comment on this? Some old fogies seem to have forgotten that World War I was started because of the assassination of a crown prince.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that certain forces, who thrive on chaos, are stirring up trouble and are eager for an interstellar war to break out between Asgard and Earth.

Following the usual pattern, Phil thought that the relevant departments in the Marvel universe might send out a few pawns to provoke and cause trouble. After these pawns were beaten up, the big shots would come out to clean up the mess and pin a crime on his side to make him look guilty, so as to gain the upper hand in the subsequent negotiations. As for the pawns who were sent to test the waters, no one cared about their lives.

This tactic of playing both the good cop and the bad cop has been used to its fullest extent by all sorts of powerful figures.

However, after Phil and his silver dragon owner arrived, the American officials present—the New York police—behaved quite amicably. Instead of attempting to arrest the cat and dragon, they actively helped disperse the crowd and clear the road to allow the silver dragon to pass…

It seems that the recent Chitauri invasion and the near mushroom cloud over Manhattan have somewhat tempered the arrogance of these haughty Americans, making them realize that some unknown forces cannot be provoked lightly, and that provoking them means being prepared for the deaths of millions.

So, since this dragon and its magical pet are planning to go to the United Nations headquarters to speak with all of humanity, let's just go to the United Nations and see what happens.

"...So, Mr. Cat, may I ask what brings you to Earth this time?"

To avoid an awkward conversation, Milia changed the subject, "...Also, how did you guys suddenly appear just now?"

"...Didn't we already say? We came for friendship and exchange. As for how we got here? Through magic, of course!"

Feline yawned, “…Don’t make such a fuss, we have no ill intentions toward Earth.”

“…Uh, I understand.” The female reporter, Milia, nodded quickly.

"...No, you don't seem to understand, Miss Reporter, and I hate being made a fool of!"

Phil suddenly stopped his catwalk, looked up with displeasure, and questioned the two young reporters, Milia and David, who had volunteered to be his guides, "...Although I'm not very familiar with the streets of New York, I roughly know the location of the United Nations headquarters, which should be in the southeast of Manhattan. But why are you leading me north? We're almost at Central Park!"

As if by telepathy, the mother silver dragon, who had been leisurely following behind, also changed her expression instantly.

The dragon's previously suppressed power suddenly erupted, and at the same time, Lulutia lowered her head, her dragon eyes glaring fiercely at Milia. This caused the female reporter to collapse to the ground, cold sweat pouring down her body. Her lips trembled as she tried to say something, but she couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

The onlookers were also caught off guard and affected by the dragon's might. Some trembled, some had their legs go weak, and some cried out in pain, falling down like tumbling gourds.

The scene descended into chaos. The helicopters overhead couldn't discern what was happening on the ground; they only saw the streets in disarray, with many people screaming. So they lowered their altitude and used loudspeakers to communicate, which only exacerbated the chaos.

In a fit of extreme fear, some police officers instinctively raised their pistols at Miss Silver Dragon, freezing the atmosphere in that instant.

Fortunately, just as this "interstellar conflict" was about to erupt, a stunningly beautiful woman with voluptuous curves and wine-red hair, dressed in a black combat suit, defied the dragon's might and pushed her way through the crowd. She calmly addressed the cat-like Feli and the silver dragon Lulutia:

"...Please don't be angry. These two guests from outer space haven't led us astray; this is indeed the direction to the United Nations headquarters..."

Ignoring the chilling terror brought by the dragon's might, Black Widow Natasha walked up to Phil, squatted down, and said with a smile.

—As a renowned and alluring beauty in the Marvel universe, Black Widow was wearing a black combat suit that was clearly too small, looking very tight, while the zipper at the chest was pulled down quite deep, revealing a glimpse of her deep, white cleavage. Add to that her captivating, seductive eyes…

Wow, Scarlett Johansson has a great figure! And she smells amazing!

And the head-patting technique... No wonder he's a famous heartthrob, his looks are off the charts! I really want to suck him...

Feline, the cat, squinted its eyes with happiness as it enjoyed being petted and stroked by Black Widow Natasha.

Seeing her beloved pet's shameful, seductive appearance, the silver dragon Lulutia, standing behind her, rolled her eyes. She stopped pretending to be aloof and instead, accompanied by another burst of dazzling magical light, her massive form began to fluctuate, becoming blurry, then gradually shrinking and changing before finally reforming into a tall, beautiful elven female mage with silver hair and eyes.

Only her bright eyes, like burning silver flames and sparkling stars, could prove her extraordinary identity.

This is Miss Lulutia's human form template... Black Widow Natasha couldn't help but whistle as she looked at it.

"...Wow! That's amazing! What kind of magic is that? And may I ask your name, beautiful dragon lady?"

“…It’s just a very ordinary human shapeshifting spell,” Miss Silver Dragon replied. “…My name is Lulutia.”

“…Mmm, my name is Firi Meow!” Firi, who was being patted on the head by Natasha, raised her right hand and shouted.

"...It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Lulutia, Mr. Phili. I am Natasha Romanov."

Black Widow continued to rub Phil's cat ears, finding the texture quite pleasant, though it was a pity that now was not the time to pet or cuddle a cat.

"...A Level 9 Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. has been ordered to escort the two guests to the United Nations Headquarters."

At the same time, behind her, the faint exclamations of onlookers could be heard.

"...Wow! Black Widow from the Avengers! She's so beautiful!"

"...Beautiful, of course! If she couldn't bewitch men, how could she be called Black Widow?"

“...Those beautiful legs...slurp...I think I could play with them for three years.”

"...But those legs could also crush you to death! So stop daydreaming, Bob!"

—Since the Battle of New York, all six original members of the Avengers have become big celebrities. Their group photos and posters, as well as their individual posters, clay figures, and plastic figures, are displayed in a dazzling array in shop windows. So, Black Widow was recognized by passersby shortly after her appearance.

And it made everyone incredibly excited... If the scene weren't so inappropriate, someone might have already come up and asked for an autograph!

“…S.H.I.E.L.D.? Hmm, thank you for your welcome.” Miss Silver Dragon Lulutia pouted. “…However, I still hope you can explain why the United Nations building is in the south, but we were led north just now, and you said they didn’t lead us astray?”

"...Ms. Lulutia, Mr. Phil, the city you are in just last month experienced a brutal war, with many houses and neighborhoods razed to the ground in fierce fighting against the invaders. Unfortunately, the United Nations headquarters building was also among the destroyed structures."

Black Widow patted Phil's cat head and explained to Miss Silver Dragon, "...Currently, the United Nations building has not yet been repaired, so the various headquarters of the United Nations have had to temporarily relocate to Westchester County, a suburb of New York. Therefore, you should indeed head north."

"Of course, for them to expect you to travel all the way to Westchester County is far too disrespectful to you."

As she spoke, she snapped her fingers, and a Quinjet fighter jet, a S.H.I.E.L.D. aircraft, roared into the air from behind the skyscrapers, slowly flew over Lulutia and Firi, dispersed the crowds on the street, and then gently landed, opening its hatch.

Meanwhile, Black Widow on the ground pointed to the Quinjet fighter jet that was landing vertically on the street and made an inviting gesture.

"...Please board the plane! Gentlemen, the interim United Nations headquarters should have already received news of your arrival on Earth!"

Chapter 212, The Ancient One Appears

"...Report, Agent Natasha has brought Target One and Target Two onto the aircraft. Requesting further instructions!"