Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 283 Not long ago, Father

"Isn't that a bit unfair?"

Rune King stood to the side, his voice tinged with embarrassment.

His gaze swept over the enormous, humble, kneeling figures before him—

Each one carries various threatening totems, but their faces are filled with anger and resentment.

To some extent, they may even be compatriots with the same origin as themselves.

But now, they have already knelt down one by one, and humbly raised their hands above their heads, palms up, fingers spread, as if praising a great god.

The posture was "devout" to the extreme, so "devout" that everyone's fingers were trembling slightly.

Of course, please ignore the man who is now sitting in a main seat with his legs crossed.

At this time, the Cold Dew solar term resembles a wicked cosmic bully.

He leaned back on the wide throne, one leg crossed over the other, his toes dangling leisurely.

His gaze swept down over the still somewhat unwilling group around him, a half-smile playing on his lips, his expression like that of a satiated cat scrutinizing the trembling mice beneath its paws.

A golden lightning whip appeared between his fingers.

The whip was not a physical object; it was purely formed from golden arcs of electricity, and each segment emanated a chilling sense of oppression.

With a casual flick of his wrist, the golden lightning whip drew a dazzling arc in the air, striking precisely a shadow god who was still secretly looking up.

"Snapped!"

The enormous god let out a muffled groan, spinning halfway around like a top that had been whipped, before obediently lowering its head.

A charred whip mark appeared on his shoulder, emitting a faint wisp of smoke.

Hanlu nodded in satisfaction, then with a flick of his wrist, the golden lightning whip slithered through his hand like a serpent before finally dissipating into the air.

"Calm down, calm down." Hanlu looked at Rune King, her tone as relaxed as if she were comforting a nervous child, "You're just too soft right now."

Rest assured, your future is destined to be brilliant.

Such a small amount of power might not even be of any interest to others, so—”

He paused, blinked, and his smile became mysterious. "When the time comes, I won't let him down. I'll give him a new path to advancement."

As he said this, he secretly rubbed his hands together, looking just like a miser who had just discovered a treasure.

To be honest, does the Thor of this world need the power of a few mere shadow gods?

Hey, speaking of which, between these Shadow Gods and the second-generation god Gaia, who's more powerful?

Hanlu lowered her head and thought for a moment, then tapped her chin twice with her fingers.

Hmm—it still feels like Gaia.

After all, the opponent is a multi-level master, while you guys are only at the single-target high-level.

He shook his head, then nodded, as if he had reached some kind of consensus with himself.

They simply harvested the divine power that he could no longer use in the main universe.

As the Rune King, Thor's power has risen to another level.

However, it is still within the limitations of a single universe.

Just kidding. Two universes combined become a single entity. How can you expect Hanlu, which has been frantically growing in strength but is still stuck in the multiverse, to feel this way?

But—

If you were to rob all the shadow gods in the entire multiverse and collect thousands or tens of thousands of them, perhaps you could achieve that.

The idea is wonderful.

Hanlu smacked her lips, temporarily putting the thought deep into her mind.

Rune King stood aside, looking helplessly at the clown in front of him.

Although he was certain that the person in front of him was definitely his ally and friend, and had just helped him upgrade his account—

Although the method was somewhat unethical, he didn't care at all about the ugly faces of these shadow gods.

He looked at those who had once been high and mighty, treating all living beings as pawns, now groveling on the ground like dogs. A slight upturn of his lips revealed not pity, but a cold satisfaction.

"Alright, alright." The Rune King waved his hand, his voice deep and calm, like the waters of a deep pool. "We still have the War of the Realms to fight. You must stay here, don't leave. I'll test my power first, then you can try the orange one."

The words had barely left his mouth—

Hanlu snapped her fingers.

With a soft "pop," like a bubble bursting, he vanished from his spot in an instant, leaving not a trace of his presence. All that remained on the throne was the still-warm cushion and the bewildered gazes of the shadowy gods surrounding it.

Rune King looked around.

A faint smile still lingered on his face as his gaze swept over the trembling, shadowy gods. His smile was neither warm nor cold, as if he were looking at a group of insignificant ants.

A faint smile still lingered on his face as his gaze swept over the trembling, shadowy gods. His smile was neither warm nor cold, as if he were looking at a group of insignificant ants.

Where did he go? Thor didn't know—or rather, Rune King didn't care. He certainly needed to adjust to yet another surge in his divine power. As for this group of groveling fools before him—

The Rune Dynasty members revealed a disdainful smile.

The smile was faint, almost imperceptible, yet its condescending tone was palpable. He didn't even bother to say a word, turning and leaving with light, unhurried steps, completely ignoring the swarm of ants.

He will never forget how these guys always hid in the shadows, treating everyone as pawns, with an arrogant and superior attitude.

Since that's the case—

You can now experience what it's like to be used as a pawn by others.

Rune King's figure disappeared into the void.

And so, everything "beautifully" ended. Only a group of wailing and weeping shadow gods remained, constantly gritting their teeth and muttering things like "I want revenge."

"I must kill him—"

A shadow god, as massive as a mountain, knelt on the ground, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, and golden divine blood dripped from between his fingers. His face was contorted, and his voice was filled with an almost manic hatred.

Then--

As he turned around, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky.

That lightning wasn't ordinary lightning; it was pure white lightning imbued with runic power, capable of tearing through space. It struck down from the void with such precision, as if it had eyes, hitting the man who was shouting for revenge squarely.

"BOOM—!!!"

The shadow god was charred black by the attack, his hair stood on end, and he exhaled a puff of black smoke. He fell straight down like a charred wooden stake, crashing to the ground with a dull thud.

The surrounding shadows silenced the gods.

No one is calling for revenge anymore.

Even her breathing became lighter.

……

Rune King stood in the void, overlooking the Nine Realms.

His gaze pierced through layers of space, passed over countless stars, and finally landed on the most supreme being in the Nine Realms. He saw—he saw a figure resembling his father.

The figure held Gungnir aloft, the golden spear gleaming blindingly in the light of the Rainbow Bridge. Behind him, hundreds of thousands of Asgardian warriors stood in formation, their armor like a silver sea, their spears as dense as a forest. They trod upon the rainbow's iridescent light, their imposing presence enough to strike fear into the hearts of any enemy.

Odin's only eye is fixed on the Earth.

He looked at all the conflicts and changes above, his gaze as cold and hard as iron, without any room for emotional fluctuation.

Indeed—just as predicted, Odin in this world is no benevolent old man. If his brother grows stronger out of fear of Earth and challenges his throne, he will not hesitate to launch a war against Earth. He will first use humanity as cannon fodder on the battlefield, and then personally execute his foolish brother.

Rune King concealed himself and watched from afar.

He didn't need any mind-reading techniques; he only needed to look at the other person's steely expression—an expression that perfectly resembled his own when he was young.

Suddenly.

They weren't from the same universe, and their ages didn't even match. But Rune King could see the other's current decision and future possibilities. That ruthlessness, that decisiveness, that fierce determination to do anything for the throne—he had possessed all of that.

He didn't personally demonstrate or remotely instruct his "father" on what to do.

He simply turned around silently and left.

It was never his home.

It's just a similar world.

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On the Rainbow Bridge, Odin, the father of the gods, felt as if he were being looked at by something.

His single eye suddenly narrowed, his gaze piercing the distant starry sky like a knife. His long white hair danced wildly in the strong winds of the Rainbow Bridge, his golden armor reflected the seven colors of light, and Gungnir trembled slightly in his hand.

He raised his head and gazed up at the vast, boundless starry sky.

I don't know what she's thinking.

His brow furrowed slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in his single eye—a feeling of being watched that he, as the father of the gods, rarely experienced. The feeling was faint, almost negligible, but its very presence made Odin uncomfortable.

"His Majesty?"

Heimdall's voice came from behind. The guardian with piercing eyes stood at the end of the Rainbow Bridge, his golden eyes also gazing at the starry sky, but he saw nothing.

Odin remained silent for a long time.

"It's nothing," he finally spoke, his voice low and deep, like distant rumbling thunder.

We absolutely have to win.

Odin did not speak, but something flickered slightly in his single eye.