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In the virtual Asgardian Palace, above the Bifrost.
Vision floated in the sky like a God, tightly gripping Thor's hammer. The energy he had previously absorbed and the lightning power within Thor's hammer merged perfectly, causing immense pressure that pushed the surrounding air, forming cyclones and shifting wind patterns.
Below, the Star Lake beneath the Bifrost rippled with waves.
"Vision. I don't know what exactly happened to you..." Kyle gazed at Vision, his resolve firming up. "If you want to fight, then let's fight! After all, this is a competition. If I don't fight you, it would seem a bit pretentious."
Kyle casually pulled out a card, and on it was the image of a black liquid.
The long-lost... Venom card.
Kyle summoned Venom, and with a slight squeeze of his right hand, the black liquid-like Venom immediately merged into his body.
"Master, you finally remembered me," Venom's slightly resentful voice echoed in Kyle's mind.
"It's mainly because my clothes are torn," Kyle replied bluntly, pointing at his outfit. Due to Vision's sudden attack, although Kyle's Superhuman physique withstood the initial assault, his casual clothes had been severely damaged. It now hung on him like a rag, revealing his strong bronze-colored abs underneath.
Venom: "..."
Was its only role to act as a self-healing suit?!
But the fact that his clothes were torn proved that Kyle had indeed encountered a formidable opponent.
"This is Asgard? Then let's go with this..." Venom mumbled in Kyle's mind, and with a flicker of transformation, a white cloak adorned with flame patterns replaced the torn casual clothes on Kyle.
"Not bad," Kyle nodded in approval. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes blazed with intense fiery light.
Colorful flames erupted from his body, and the double-star energy, derived from the same primal stone, swirled around him. Even every strand of his hair burned with energy.
The pressure radiating from Kyle shook the surrounding space, causing even greater waves on the Star Lake below.
"Sorry for making you wait," Kyle said, staring into the sky. Suddenly, Vision spun around and shot back toward the Asgardian Royal Palace like a bullet.
Kyle was momentarily stunned. "What is going on?"
He kicked off the Bifrost, turning into a shooting star as he rapidly pursued Vision.
"What's happening?"
The audience watching from outside was equally confused, scratching their heads.
…
Meanwhile, in New York's bustling fashion square.
Huge advertisement screens on the sides of towering buildings were broadcasting the ongoing super-powered competition in the duel arena. All nearby businesses had temporarily stopped operations. Pedestrians on the street had almost all stopped to watch the extraordinary, movie-like event unfolding.
On a stone bench by the square, two elderly men sat calmly, observing the chase between Kyle and Vision.
One of the elderly men wore a black and gold eyepatch over his left eye, with only one sharp and wise eye remaining, as if seeing through everything. His white hair, slightly curled, fell to his shoulders, and his body was somewhat corpulent. He leaned on a wooden cane in his left hand, occasionally coughing lightly.
The other elderly man had a square, clean face, still bearing traces of youthful handsomeness, with a subtle aura of righteousness in the center of his brow. His physique was slightly slender, but his body, marked with the wear of time, still stood upright, like an old soldier.
On the big screen.
Vision and Kyle were in a fast-paced pursuit, flying in and out of the Asgardian Palace, heading toward the underground treasure vault.
"The clue left behind has been activated. A page that had been sealed in the vast years is about to be turned," The one-eyed elderly man stated calmly.
The square-faced elderly man sighed in resignation. "After Kyle got the clue, the final battle is approaching. We both know where he's heading."
The one-eyed elderly man paused for a moment before finally speaking. "This is his mission, and it is the inevitable trend of history."
"History... Hah, history," The square-faced elderly man looked up at the sky and couldn't help but say, "I don't want him to fall into that tragic and dark future, even if..."
Boom!!!
A thunderclap drowned out the voice of the square-faced elderly man. The sky above New York City, once clear, shifted to overcast in an instant, and a cold, fierce wind began howling through the streets.
The weather was changing.
"You and I are now outsiders to this world, to this universe. We can't change anything," The one-eyed elderly man said, standing up with his cane. He cast a final glance at the square-faced elder. "Until we meet again... No, better yet, there won't be a next time. I'm about to die. You still have a few more years to live, enough to see how this story ends."
The one-eyed elderly man disappeared into the bustling streets, joining the crowd of people rushing to avoid the rain.
"Yes, I still have to see the ending of this world," The square-faced elderly man muttered bitterly, standing up and walking in the opposite direction from the one-eyed elder.
…
Inside the virtual Asgardian Palace.
In his Double Star form, Kyle's speed increased dramatically as he zoomed through the dark underground corridors, catching up to Vision, who was ahead of him.
Kyle grabbed Vision by the shoulders and dragged him down, crashing into the massive door at the end of the corridor.
With a loud "Boom," the door collapsed.
Kyle and Vision fell from the air and continued tumbling into the room. Kyle slammed Vision onto the ground with such force that the Vibranium body slightly caved in, and no matter how hard Vision struggled, he couldn't break free.
At that moment, two rows of eerie blue flames suddenly lit up on either side of the room.
Kyle noticed this and scanned the vast interior. He recognized the blue flame torches and the items neatly arranged in the room. "This is... Odin's treasure vault?"
He couldn't possibly be mistaken.
Not long after he had become a god, Kyle had accidentally entered Asgard and met Odin, who had allowed him to enter the treasure vault as a Guardian of Asgard to pick one item.
After looking around, Kyle had chosen the Eternal Flame.
"You brought me here... what do you want to do?" Kyle frowned, looking down at the Vision pinned beneath him. He didn't believe that Vision had accidentally led him to this hidden underground vault.
But how did Vision even know about this place? Was it because of Vis...?
Before Kyle could figure it out, Vision, unable to break free, suddenly swung his right hand backward, using Thor's hammer to strike Kyle's back, sending him flying.
Kyle's body followed a rapid parabolic trajectory, crashing into a wall deep within the vault. The wall was adorned with a mural of Odin wielding the Eternal Spear and riding a celestial steed to conquer the Nine Realms.
"Vision, I'm really angry now."
Kyle exploded with Double Star energy, shattering the wall that had trapped him.
However, when the wall behind the Odin mural broke apart, another completely different mural was revealed. This hidden mural was much simpler, depicting a magnificent crown surrounded by seven differently colored gemstones.
Beneath the mural, an inscription was carved.
"This Marvel Universe is fake."
(End of chapter)