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"Now, Cassel is ours." Gui Yanye smiled.

"You haven't seen the news lately and don't know what happened some time ago - Chicago was devastated, Cassell was completely destroyed, but fortunately people were transferred in time. But the half-breed families who went to receive the property were almost wiped out. ."

"And we took over most of their property in the Americas and Europe, and accepted their 'willingness' allegiance. Now that the company owns 57% of the Kassel Academy, our absolute controlling stake can definitely tell Everyone, Cassel is mine."

"Does Kassel still have stocks?" Lu Mingfei's shock was obviously wrong.

"There is a school board that naturally has a similar mechanism, even if we don't have it, he will have it."

Having said that, Yan Ye patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder and said with some emotion.

"Senior, you can wait for Kassel to rebuild and go back to be your student council president, or you can just stay, or join us—from today, no one will force you to slay dragons. "

"You can live a life of eating and waiting to die all day, and you can play two Stars if you have nothing to do. Can you actually be a professional player? You see how good your skills are."

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth slightly, many words were brewing in his mouth, but he couldn't say it at all.

It seemed that he could finally come out of the gate of that world.

That fantastic gorgeous, bad, dangerous world. After betting 100% of his life, he seems to be able to walk back finally.

But why... what exists in his heart is a deep reluctance to give up?

It's not a good day in Kassel, is it? Dancing on the tip of a knife, selling your life to fight those monsters, what did you get? Killed a friend, killed a junior sister, and...

"Senior brother... how is he?"

"Senior Chu, he is now recuperating." Yan Ye whispered

"The man under Odin's mask is him, maybe that's why Odin makes the whole world not remember him. He doesn't seem to remember his past either - his memory stays at the age of fifteen. ."

Chu Zihang stayed there forever on the highway in Nibelungen. He only remembered that he had never left on the rainy highway.

Lu Mingfei fell into a moment of silence. After a long time, he raised his head and said

"Let me talk to my senior brother first..."

Yan Ye smiled, got up and left. Neither she nor Mu Feng had any plans to force Lu Mingfei.

The fate of a protagonist will come to an end here, perhaps to move forward, or to be cut off. But for him, it's actually a good thing.

Not every story has to end to be happy, and the end of every story is not that the prince and princess live happily together. Sometimes, the story ends in the middle, but it is happy.

The story here ends here.

Mu Feng played with the golden mask in his hand. In a sense, this was Odin's 'ontology'. It was the product of Odin who sublimated himself into a higher existence, able to regenerate infinitely and maintain his own projection in the material world.

It's a good thing, especially for Mu Feng's next adventure, it may have a very unique meaning.

"This will probably be our last conversation."

The system sounded in Mu Feng's mind, but this time, Mu Feng finally found his 'head'

He is in the parallel world No. 0013. His so-called system is what the company entrusts to 'host' this world.

He has many identities in this world, but the most famous one as an administrator is called Dragon God

"I don't feel sorry for it."

"Hehe, yes, from the beginning you just wanted to catch me out and break it." The system teased.

"Then, give this last 'legacy' to you, and let's say goodbye."

Mu Feng raised the palm of his hand and looked at the coordinates shining in the palm of his hand - a world that was finally paved by his predecessor, a free market with great promise.

"Then from today, the parallel world 0013 will be owned by you, and the coordinates of your hometown have been handed back to you - as for how to integrate in the end, or just double jurisdiction, it's your freedom."

"Goodbye, maybe goodbye, but I don't think we need a sensational farewell."

After saying this, the system completely disappeared from this world and returned to the 'company'

Mu Feng closed his eyes, and he could feel his authority in this world—A-level control authority eight times a month, S-level causal control once, countless B-level and C-level causal control.

But rather than being the master of this world, it is more like an 'administrator', but this is also normal. This is the 'office' of the 'company'. Although it belongs to him, he only has the right to use it in terms of property.

But it was enough, he shrugged off what was disturbing him, and at the same time was officially promoted to the management level in the system.

That doesn't mean his journey is over, there's still a lot to do. Integrate the world, organize everything, continue to advance, dig the company's secrets, and of course the most important thing is the job at hand.

Mu Feng looked at the shining coordinates in the palm of his hand, exhaled softly, and muttered to himself.

"It's a dangerous free market...but you can't do it if you don't."

His predecessor has already laid a lot of foundations for him. If he loses the "market" of this world, it will be a huge loss, so although there are risks, this journey is impossible.

Set off! Travel to... the Marvel Universe!

1. Enemy of Asgard

——Why are Asgardians able to stand at the top of the World Tree, but they, the real original residents of the Nine Realms, live in this cold and narrow Jotunheim?

The leader of the frost giants, Laufey, has thought about this question countless times. In this eternal ice and snow and the endless biting cold wind, the king of the frost giants standing on the top of Jotunheim will always stare at the sky. The flashing rainbow light, and then staring at the sky for a long time, staring at the tree of the world.

It's just that in his eyes there is only resentment and madness, only resentment belonging to the losers, the helplessness of a sad and miserable racial leader.

The Nine Realms were born on the basis of the World Tree, Uktrahir. The original giant Ymir held the branches of the World Tree high to hang the Nine Realms, so that the nine worlds that were far apart in the physical universe were linked to each other.

With the death of the ancient **** Ymir, the nine worlds gave birth to the creatures of the nine worlds and the hidden source of death in the nine worlds - Vormir, which means the lost land of death.

But among the creatures of the Nine Realms, Asgardians are not included.

The purest descendants of Ymir are the frost giants and wood giants who live in Jotunheim, and the flame giant Surtur, who lives in Muspelheim at the bottom of the world tree, is also Ymir's compatriots. The gnomes of Nidavelle are the flesh and blood of Ymir, the light and dark spirits of Alfheim and Walter Valheim are the maggots of Ymir, and the gods of Vanaheim are the marrow of Ymir—these nine In the world, only two kingdoms are pure outsiders.

Asgard, and Midgard.

The origin of the Asgardians is nothing but a new species born from the remains of the ancient **** Gaia, which was thrown to Midgard after the self-destruction of the ancient God Eater in the ancient war, while Midgar on Earth The Germans are nothing more than the experiments of the Heavenly God Group. To the creatures of the Nine Realms, they are out-and-out foreign invaders.

But such an intruder shamelessly robbed Asgard, the highest in the Nine Realms, from the Wannerheim people, and took the status of a 'god' from the Wanner Protoss, and then claimed to be the real **** of the Nine Realms. Stealing their culture and history, they claim to be the orthodox of the Nine Realms.

Asgard left their souls with nowhere to go! ! !

This is a disgrace to all beings in the Nine Realms, the brazen colonists have taken their lands, plundered their resources, killed their people, and claimed to be orthodox. Occupy their history, then demote them to barbarians!

Up to now, they actually believe that they have created such a piece of peace, that they are the natural co-owners of the Nine Realms, and that they should be gods who are always aloof...

"Indeed, Asgardians are disgusting aren't they?"

An unfamiliar voice suddenly came from Laufey's ear. He turned around in amazement, only to see a man in a black robe looking at him with a playful smile at the peak of Jotunheim.

"...Midgardians? Why are there Midgardians here?"

Laufey's icy voice was filled with puzzled doubts. He recognized that the guys in front of him were those weak Midgard monkeys, but why did they appear here?

"I'm here to make a deal with you, Lau Fei, the king of frost giants."

This Midgard bowed slightly to himself and said such ridiculously arrogant words

"I never communicate with the exotic monkeys in Midgard."

Laufey raised his palm with a cold smile, and the Leviathan Axe, forged from pure ice, reviewed it in his palm.

"Say, how did you get in here?"

"Actually, I don't think we need to face each other with swords." The man sighed, rather helplessly.

"We all have enemies in common, don't we? Asgard is disgusting, we all want to see the Golden Palace fall, see the Rainbow Bridge fall, see the World Tree burn, see those Asgardians welcome their evening."

Laufey didn't answer, or the only answer the Frost Giant King made was to swing the Leviathan Axe in his first hand!

The cold wave that was frozen for thousands of miles spread instantly with his wave!

Even with the loss of a family's artifact, even with the severe trauma he suffered in the battle against Odin, the Frost Giant King is still strong.

But...that's all.

Lau Fey, who took the lead in attacking, fell directly from the top of Jotunheim like a baseball. Lau Fey, whose body was almost shattered, looked at the man standing on the top in disbelief.

Seven wonderfully shattered stones were suspended in his hands, and a powerful cosmic energy surged in them, as if containing endless waves.

"kill him!!!"

Accompanied by Lau Fei's roar, tens of thousands of frost giants rushed out from the countless corners of the Eternal Icefield.

These cosmic creatures, which do not seem to be much taller than humans, have powerful strength and invulnerable bodies. The most important thing is that they will return to normal in an instant even if they are short of arms and legs.

Even if the direct descendants of the ancient **** Ymir were suppressed by Asgard, even if they were taken away from the ice magic box, which can be called the source of their power, they are still the descendants of the real cosmic gods in this universe, and they have unique advantages. .

However...it didn't help.

"I originally wanted everyone to sit down and have a good cup of tea and talk about cooperation... Hey, it's so mindless, it's no wonder that you can only play a slaughtered aborigines."

The man sighed and raised the treasure in his hand. For a moment, the entire Jotunheim was trembling and trembling frantically!

what happened? ! Laufey's scarlet eyes widened, he could feel the restlessness in Jotunheim! A force, a terrifying force infiltrated the whole world, making this place fall into a state of mania!

"Calm down first, let's talk about cooperation - well, it doesn't matter if you can't survive, just having a body is enough."

With the mocking icy voice, the Tide Stone of Gogonesse burst into a blue light, and the turbulent power of the Titan mobilized the water element of Jotunheim to the extreme!

The ground cracked, the ice sheet burst, and countless frenzied seawater gushed out from the cracks and rolled towards the frost giants.

"The frost giant without the ice box is as incompetent as the tiger without its claws." Arrogant and arrogant evaluator

"But... they are all good experimental subjects."

...

The cold world is filled with fog that is so thick that it cannot be dispersed. The sky here is eternal night, and only the endless dead reverberate here.

Those shapeless souls roam sadly in this desolate place, constructed almost entirely of rugged stone, where death is the only theme, or there is only death.

Helm Underworld, or Helheim, the lower layer of the world tree Uktrahir, is also the **** of the gods, the king of the gods Odin banishes the prison of important prisoners who cannot be killed.

But time flies, and now there is only one prisoner in the underworld of Heim.

"It's very strange. You are the first guest to visit here for thousands of years."

At the top of Heim's Underworld, the Queen on the Throne of Skeletons looked at the visitors below the throne with great interest. She raised a pair of slender and straight legs, played with the blade in the palm of her hand, and scrutinized him with eyes as sharp as a cold glow.

"Midgardian? No, I don't see any sign of death in you... Your soul is strange, your body... even stranger."

"Even for Her Majesty the Queen, it is very impolite to judge a body of the opposite sex."

The visitor opened his hood with a smile, revealing his appearance - the man named Furious looked at the former crown prince of Asgard in front of him, smiling mysteriously and happily

"I'm not from Earth, and I'm not a member of the Nine Realms. But I'm not an invader, Your Majesty Hela."

"Then kneel down to me!" Hela looked down at the rage arrogantly, and smiled cruelly and coldly

"Kneel down to the Queen of Asgard, Goddess of Death, Protector of the Nine Realms, Lord of Aging and Pain, Master of Hidden and Snow, Great Hela! Then I can grant you a painless death, Then be loyal to me forever, and fight with me for the glory of the universe!"

"Is the crown prince deprived of his inheritance and history also a king?" He tilted his head in anger and smiled maliciously.

Oncoming is a flickering black blade, with a concept capable of penetrating all matter at supersonic speed. But with a flick of his furious right hand, the blade flew out.

"It doesn't seem like the prolonged lockdown has taught you to be polite and rational, Hela Odinson."

"Don't call me by that name!!!"

Hela let out a hysterical and angry scream, combing her hands, and her long black hair became a helmet like a sharp blade.

She conjured two dark blades of the night sky and approached like a Valkyrie—no, she was a Valkyrie, she was once even the ruler of those female warriors, and then she slaughtered all those Valkyries with her own hands .

Hela's powerful martial skills, belonging to the heirs of Asgard and his comrades-in-arms, are vividly reflected in Hela, and every attack of the dancing blade is deadly and dangerous.

But Fury wasn't a vegetarian either. He chose to use his bare hands and picked up the martial arts that belonged to the hungry wolf, which was almost useless!

The left hand is the fist of the counterattack that shatters all offensives!

In the right hand, there is a whirlwind slashing iron fist with a sharp punching wind that can easily sever steel.

The combination of the two is the Cross Tooth Dragon Killing Fist!

In an instant, the star-filled boxing and Hela's offensive joined together, and the two actually fought on the same level for a while!

Hela became more and more excited as she fought, the weapons in her hands were constantly changing, those tough weapons with an indestructible feature were constantly being handed over, smashing mountains of bones, beheading countless dead souls, ploughing thousands of miles of land, and tearing apart the sky.

"Beautiful combat skills! With the abilities of the Midgards - no! With physical skills alone, no enemy I have fought against can compare to you! I, Hela, would like to call you the strongest!"

Hela, who was smashed by a violent fist and smashed her breastbone and flew out, laughed wildly with excitement and joy, and the spreading wound didn't even stay on her body for a second.

Furiously, he glanced at his arm that was cut out, and shook his head with emotion.

Sure enough, Hela and her two useless younger brothers are not at the same level at all. As the goddess in charge of death, even if she is far away from Asgard, her power is still so powerful.

No, it should be said that as long as these gods are in the Nine Realms, they can use their powerful source of power - Rune

Just as the mystic mages demanded magic power from Weishandi at a price, the gods of the Nine Realms demanded power from the World Tree through runes.