"Is that … Hela?"

  Luke recalled the slender figure he saw when he opened the underworld earlier and was a little uncertain.

  It was just a quick glance, and he didn't see too much.

  The slender figure in the green cloak finally seemed to look back.

  "The fog, cold … it should be the underworld, Hel."

  Luke pondered for a moment and got the answer.

  Asgard's God of Death was Hela, Odin's eldest daughter.

  The other party was imprisoned in Hel, waiting for Ragnarok.

  Almost all of the crises in Asgard could be summarized as family disputes.

  It was nothing more than the younger brother being jealous of the older brother, father preferring older brother, sister despising her younger brothers … and so on and so forth.

  "The Gods of Death of different divine lineages have similar authority and therefore have a subtle connection."

  Luke put away his thoughts and stopped thinking about them.

  If he had an opportunity in the future, he should go to Asgard.

  Compared to Loki and Thor, he felt that there was more room for cooperation between himself and Hela.

  They were both 'Gods of Death'. They should get along, more or less.

  'I'm the Sorcerer Supreme. I won't lose my confidence in front of Odin. '

  Luke believed that in terms of strength, he was already qualified to compete with the King of the Gods and wouldn't be treated as an insignificant mortal by Asgard.

  As a representative of earth and the Sorcerer Supreme, his status wasn't much worse than Odin.

  'The Asgardians are notoriously bad at communicating in the Nine Realms. '

  Luke thought of the information he had read in the Kamar Taj's library, that the guys who lived in the palace weren't very hospitable.

  Not to mention Thor's foolish appearance, he had the wrong perception of Asgard.

  People there were thought to be kind and passionate by nature.

  As people know, when Asgard's Warriors Three, and Sif, came to earth in search of Thor, they directly commented that Midgard was a poor backwater place.

  They treated people on earth in the same way that noble lords treated commoners.

  Proud, condescending, and commanding.

  Besides, Asgard itself was built on warfare and brutality.

  The Aesir and the Vanir were incompatible and hated each other a long time ago.

  Asgard didn't come into being until peace was reached and hostilities were resolved.

  Later, Asgard, which was unified internally, had the ambition to compete for the throne of the Nine Realms.

  They challenged the ruler of the time, the most powerful race of the Nine Realms, the Dark Elves.

  Despite standing in the upper reaches of history, from the perspective of the latter…


  This was a battle for justice, a great victory, which prevented the Nine Realms from sinking into darkness.

  But Odin's father, the former King of the Gods who led Asgard to glory, was motivated by the idea of vying for the throne of power in the Nine Realms.

  Later, the frost giants of Jotunheim challenged Asgard, but it was just a historical replay of the struggle for power.

  The challenger was replaced by someone else.

  In short, Asgard was a warrior race that revered force, expanded its territory through war, and eventually ruled the Nine Realms.

  It would be overly naïve to have any wonderful fantasies about them.

  Luke himself didn't rule out the possibility of a future conflict with Asgard.

  According to his character, running into that kind of condescending, despising asshole, would always stir up more trouble.

  "This is the end of the discussion about mummies and the Egyptian Gods of Death."

  The Pharaoh's scepter that Luke was holding slowly disappeared as he threw Ahmanet into the underworld to work for free.

  The dense black light in his eyes, which was frightening, also quietly dissipated.

  Dr. Henry, who wasn't breathing well, finally breathed a sigh of relief and no longer felt the pressure.

  "I have a somewhat premature suggestion about Prodigium."

  Thinking back to the outside world, Luke spoke in a negotiating tone, "S.H.I.E.L.D. has a similar division and will contact and cooperate with the Magic Congress in the future."

  "If Dr. Jekyll and the people behind you have no objections, they can consider joining them."

  The smile on Dr. Henry's face was a little stiff. It sounded like a negotiation, but after careful consideration, Prodigium didn't have the qualifications to refuse.

  "Don't think too much. It's just a suggestion and a friendly inquiry."

  Luke patted the other on the shoulder and comforted.

  He was slightly interested in the information about the monsters and mysterious collections stored in Prodigium.

  If nothing else, the two secret books from 'The Mummy' world: The Black Book of the Dead and The Golden Book of Amun-Ra, were of great use.

  As the newly appointed God of Death, Luke was trying to perfect his underworld.

  However, the friendly attitude only had the opposite effect.

  Dr. Henry thought that Superman could even handle the Egyptian God of Death, Set, and so Prodigium, like the mummy Princess Ahmanet, was more docile than Dr. Henry's pet, in front of Luke. He couldn't help but panic even more.

  "General, Sir, you misunderstood."

  Dr. Henry, who had the authority to make the decision, cleared his throat a few minutes later and said, "I was just thinking about moving the headquarters from London to New York or Washington, D.C."

  "In this way, we can get closer to you, General. To bask under the light of justice, the beacon of light of humanity!"

  Hiss!

  Luke paused, a little shocked.

  He didn't expect such a wide-eyed, decent-looking guy as Dr. Henry would be able to say such a flattering thing without any sense of decency.

  "You don't have to, Dr. Jekyll."

  Luke said with a straight face.

  "I don't like to force people."

  Dr. Henry shook his head again and again. He was determined to send Prodigium off to S.H.I.E.L.D. with a firm attitude.

  After the back and forth between the two sides and the desire to push and pull, a consensus was finally reached.

  "I say, Dr. Jekyll, you're French?"

  Luke looked at the other side's eager look and asked curiously.

  According to the usual process, shouldn't Luke be the one to pressure him a few times and entice and force Dr. Henry to get him to agree to it?

  Why did Prodigium fall on their own accord before he even started?

  "I was born in England, and I'm Scottish."

  Dr. Henry didn't understand his meaning and replied seriously.

  "Since Dr. Jekyll agrees, Prodigium will be a sub-agency of S.H.I.E.L.D. in the future."

  Luke frowned slightly, as if remembering something, and added, "By the way, S.H.I.E.L.D is an international organization recognized by the World Security Council and doesn't belong to any country."

  "Our goal is to strive for the common good and destiny of mankind."

  Dr. Henry was puzzled at first, but after careful consideration, he understood.

  Was this implying that the resources and energy of Prodigium only belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D and would have nothing to do with the federal government?

  Dr. Henry's eyes sparkled. An individual who was strong on his own and didn't need to rely on others for support wouldn't like restrictions.

  With Superman's strength, there was absolutely no need to obey the White House.

  On the contrary, the President should worry about whether a Superman political government might emerge someday, leaving him and Congress in limbo.

  Therefore, it seemed reasonable for Superman to focus on himself and ignore the existence of the White House.

  "The General has a broad mind and is tolerant of the world."

  Dr. Henry flattered and patted him on the back.

  Luke smiled and ignored it.

  The upright figure rose from the ground and shot into the sky.

  …


  …


  Half a month later.

  Luke got up from the gentle valley.

  Looking at the bedroom where the battle marks were left, the clothes flying everywhere, from the doorway to the bed, proved how intense the situation was.

  'We can't keep enjoying things like this. '

  Luke reflected on himself. He could only occasionally stop and pause on the road forward, but he could never stop moving forward.

  After he finished dealing with the Egyptian mummies and the Prodigium part of the incident.

  Before long, he appeared in the White House and attended a secret meeting.

  The contents were strictly confidential and must not be spread to the outside world.

  After all, the President was brainwashed, and the government almost became a personal tool for some people.

  It was feared that such a story would provoke a strong public outcry and stir up public distrust of the federal government.

  Although, many years from now…


  There was a President who accomplished the amazing feat of returning to 'earth from the moon', and did just that.

  As for Kang the Conqueror and Mister Sinister, they both passively became the 'top leaders of Hydra.'

  Compared with 'a man from the future', 'mutants' had more of an identity.

  Luke found Hydra more compelling and easier for the people to understand.

  Anyway, those guys had always been very professional in taking the blame.

  No one questioned the 'truth' that Luke told.

  On the one hand, he had enough evidence.

  On the other hand, truthfulness wasn't important.

  After this incident, the President was bound to be partially responsible.

  Either leave the White House with dignity or be impeached and get attacked.

  This was actually a good thing for many people.

  For example, other parties or politicians who were interested in the general election.

  In Luke's opinion, these were just boring games, and he wasn't interested in paying attention to them.

  Regardless of who the President represented in office, their attitude toward S.H.I.E.L.D. and Superman wouldn't change much.

  The real work that was keeping Luke busy was the completion of the Mutant Academy.

  As an honorary board member, he had just learned that the school had welcomed a talented student with incredible potential.

  His name was Charles Francis Xavier.

  …