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Ever since Ivan handed authority over the Devil's Cabin to Chris, his initial fear was that his son might encounter mishaps. Ivan discreetly observed for a while, only to discover that Chris managed every transaction flawlessly, putting his concerns to rest.
Ivan feels liberated. Engaging with Tina throughout the day, boredom quickly struck, prompting a desire to find an activity to pass the time.
"Red Queen, any progress on the secret investigation into the mysterious forces I assigned you?"
Ivan inquired casually, not harboring high expectations. Aware of Earth's current inclination toward secrecy, due to the proliferation of satellites, even the Red Queen seemed powerless.
Surprisingly, the Red Queen offered a small revelation, "No progress on the mysterious forces, but we've stumbled upon a peculiar figure you might find interesting."
A document detailing a man named Elliot Randolph, pursued by certain national forces, was sent to Ivan. Elliot Randolph, an Asgardian, had lived for centuries, seemingly ordinary yet possessing strength five to six times that of regular individuals. His remarkable recovery ability allowed him to heal from serious injuries within an hour, provided they weren't fatal.
Elliot intentionally concealed himself, blending with ordinary people and periodically changing identities. However, advancements in technology made identity changes increasingly challenging, resulting in him becoming the hunted.
Currently a professor of Norse mythology, Elliot possesses extensive knowledge about Asgard, Odin, Thor, and Loki.
Upon reviewing the information, Ivan recalled the Asgard warrior from the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. story, who wielded a stick-like weapon capable of stimulating darkness in human hearts, greatly enhancing strength. The warrior later divided the weapon into three parts and concealed them.
Ivan's interest was piqued, not for the weapon, but for the Asgardians' physique. Despite resembling Earthlings, Asgardians boasted superior physical fitness, and a longer lifespan—tens of times that of Earth's. Long ago, Ivan contemplated studying the physical disparities between the two planets, and now, with Elliot being watched, Ivan saw an opportunity to assist him in exchange for cooperation in research.
With the Red Queen's assistance, Ivan swiftly pinpointed the target's coordinates, packed a carry-on, and relocated to a secluded Irish town.
Aware that Elliot was hunted and likely avoiding detection, Ivan waited until evening to approach a small building. About to knock on the door, he detected a subtle noise, prompting him to release his mental power. Surprisingly, the target leaped out from the back window, evading town.
Impressed by Elliot's caution, Ivan had no time to explain and gave chase. They maneuvered through the town, with Ivan intentionally trailing behind.
Despite the darkness, Ivan "saw" the ordinary-looking Elliot clearly through his mental power. Carrying a large package, he exhibited remarkable agility surpassing that of young individuals.
Around ten kilometers from the town, Ivan, ensuring no onlookers, accelerated, closing the gap to just a few meters. With a sudden flip, Ivan landed in front of Elliot, blocking his path.
"Mr. Randolph, no need to flee. We can engage in a fruitful conversation and potentially collaborate on certain matters." Ivan smiled, attempting to convey a friendly demeanor to alleviate the other's apprehension.
Regrettably, Ivan's efforts proved futile, as Elliot remained unappreciative. "I don't see any grounds for discussion, and I won't cooperate with you."
Elliot sighed, berating himself for the inadvertent revelation of his identity, leading to pursuit and attack. Despite previous preparations for emergencies, he underestimated the swiftness of this encounter, and the adversary was formidable.
Unaware of the misunderstanding, Elliot bristled at Ivan's proposal, "Enough with the charade. You want my blood for your research, and I've had my fill of comfortable living and earthly delicacies over the years. Today, let me revel. Though I may not be a qualified Asgardian warrior, I won't tolerate being subjected to experiments like a caged beast. Allow me to fight with vigor and dignity."
Feeling a gravitational force, Ivan was pulled rapidly. Experiencing weightlessness, surrounded by colorful rays, he recognized the Rainbow Bridge passage.
Bitterly smiling, Ivan refrained from resistance. Aware that forcefully exiting the Rainbow Bridge's transmission channel could lead to unpredictable destinations across the universe, he exercised caution.
In a state akin to Thor and Loki's plight in Thor 3, Ivan found himself in a vast structure. Before him stood a golden sword, golden armor, and a vigilant black man with gleaming eyes—Heimdall, the guardian of the Rainbow Bridge.
Heimdall, currently perplexed, held a crucial position as the guardian of Asgard's Rainbow Bridge.
Due to frequent conflicts and potential threats faced by Asgard in battles with other races, certain high-status warriors possess the privilege of contacting Heimdall. In times of crisis, they can utilize the Rainbow Bridge to teleport back to safety, emphasizing Heimdall's need for quick and accurate actions. Failing to act promptly could result in the loss of warriors, deeming Heimdall derelict in his duty.
While on duty, Heimdall received an unusual contact, reminiscent of a thousand years ago, requesting immediate assistance. Observing an Asgard warrior seemingly on the brink of demise, Heimdall, puzzled by the lack of recent expatriate Elliot, nonetheless recognized the unique Asgardian battle armor and advanced weaponry, indicating the individual's significant status. Thus, Heimdall decided to intervene and issued a stern warning.
"Release the Asgardian warrior immediately, or face the consequences," Heimdall declared, brandishing his sword, prompting Ivan to comply.
A bit embarrassed, Ivan stepped back, relieving the pressure on Waterfield. Swiftly recovering, Elliot joined Heimdall, eyeing Ivan warily.
Surveying the unfamiliar surroundings and buildings, Ivan inquired, "Where is this? Who are you?"
Heimdall, maintaining seriousness, replied, "This is Asgard, ruled by Odin, the father of the gods. Surrender your weapons and await the judgment of His Majesty, the God-King Odin. Perhaps he'll show mercy for your trespass."
Unimpressed, Ivan retorted, "This arrogance is distasteful. Surrender is not an option. If we're discussing trespassing, your people invaded Earth first. I was inexplicably brought here."
Heimdall, glancing at Elliot, understood Ivan referred to the unidentified Golden Armored Warrior. Despite the unknown identity, Heimdall prioritized dealing with the immediate threat and defusing the situation.
"The fate of our Asgardian warriors rests with His Majesty, the God-King. Disarm and surrender, awaiting his judgment," Heimdall sternly proclaimed.
Realizing a peaceful resolution was unlikely, Ivan gripped two long knives and swung them a few times. " In any realm, strength reigns supreme. The big fist is the truth," he declared, preparing for a confrontation.
"The winner is king, and strength is the foundation."
Heimdall and Elliot exchanged glances, nodding in agreement. Simultaneously, they attacked Ivan. Heimdall's golden sword aimed at Ivan's chest, while Elliot utilized his long weapon to strike Ivan from below.
Ivan acted swiftly, decisively transforming his two knives. With his left hand, he intercepted Heimdall's golden sword, while his right hand wielded the long stick. His body spun rapidly like a top, unleashing a rotational force that propelled the two knives toward Heimdall and Field.
Back-to-back, Heimdall, and Elliot countered Ivan's onslaught, their weapons creating a water dance as they collaborated to withstand the stormy attack. The clash persisted for over ten minutes before they separated, facing each other anew. Despite the intense encounter, Ivan maintained a calm and relaxed demeanor, in stark contrast to Heimdall and Elliot. Heimdall's golden armor was in disrepair, and numerous wounds adorned his body, while Elliot, bloodied and battered, struggled to catch his breath.
As Ivan prepared to resume his assault, a powerful voice echoed from outside, "Who dares to defy Asgard? Let Thor confront this audacity!"