At 10:24 a.m., Heisenberg emerged from his tent.
Since that night three days ago, when he'd used the Bifröst to transport the Asgardians to the state park…
The victors' celebration had never stopped!
The Asgardians had a deep love for drink and revelry. They drank until they were tired, slept until they woke, and continued, ensuring the feast always had at least 100,000 people boasting, brawling, and sparring.
Add in the enthusiastic Earthlings…
Heisenberg sat up, ignoring the two women still asleep beside him.
His bio-force field activated, dressing him in the intricate, elaborate attire Frigga had prepared for the God-King.
When he relied solely on his own power, he could wander the world in pajamas.
Back then, he only answered to himself, needing no one's approval or consideration of his image.
But now, having chosen to wield others' power to conquer the universe instead of acting alone,
he had to maintain his image before his countless followers.
However…
Heisenberg frowned in annoyance.
He disliked the attire—others' styles weren't his.
So, he needed his own armor crafted soon!
His gaze passed over the tent, landing on Thor in the distance, playing a hammer-lifting game with New Yorkers.
Thor, in his armor, looked fitting.
His own style was best.
Shaking his head, Heisenberg left the tent and joined the crowd.
"Oh, Your Majesty, how was your rest?"
"Good morning, Your Majesty!"
"Ah, Lord Heisenberg, my sister disappeared with you last night. You didn't eat her, did you?"
Hearing the Olsen sisters' remark, Heisenberg shook his head irritably.
"She ate me!"
"Haha, Your Majesty is so witty."
The Olsen sisters giggled, each linking an arm with Heisenberg.
Heisenberg knew their motive—the feast was being recorded by countless media outlets.
Though media only dared livestream the leisure areas, footage near his tent would be edited and broadcast later.
The Olsen sisters knew that, barring explicit content, media wouldn't miss any Heisenberg-related footage.
So, their arm-linking stunt would earn them countless views!
In the distance, countless Hollywood actresses grit their teeth, jealous. It was a lottery for time slots near Heisenberg's tent.
Why were these two so lucky?
Lord Heisenberg, you're up too early! Tonight, we need strong opponents to exhaust you completely!!!
The Olsen sisters were considerate, releasing Heisenberg after passing the leisure area, no longer bothering him.
Nearby tents belonged to his Asgardian warriors.
Even now, many tents echoed with energetic sounds.
The feast gathered nearly all of Hollywood's stars and the world's models, and his warriors became targets for those just below top-tier celebrities.
Plus, there were agents from various countries…
Even without super vision or mind-reading, Heisenberg could spot several Black Widows from the Red Room.
Like the woman playing poker with Natasha—clearly a successor to Natasha's Black Widow title.
"Good morning, Your Majesty!"
Loki strolled elegantly toward Heisenberg, suggesting:
"You wouldn't be interested in such weak, mortal combat, would you? Let's head to the snooker area instead. This game called snooker is truly elegant and strategic!"
"Haha, looks like you've tried it. How was it?" Heisenberg patted Loki's shoulder.
Loki nodded.
"It's good. My calculations on ball paths still have flaws, but I'll master it soon and defeat that Ding snooker master!"
"Good luck."
Heisenberg smiled, passing Loki. They wandered for over ten minutes, reaching the park's basketball court.
Countless NBA stars gathered nearby, but the most dazzling court wasn't theirs.
Heisenberg looked at the most crowded court—Earthlings versus Asgardians.
The Earthlings had Iron Man as point guard, Barton as shooting guard, a strong, unfamiliar Black man as small forward, Captain America as power forward, and Jessica as center!
The Asgardians had Sif as center against Jessica, Vandal, Hogun, and Volstagg as power forward, small forward, and shooting guard, with Sigmund as point guard!
The game was intense. Barton and Hogun had no chance for three-pointers.
Muscles clashed, basketballs burst, and over a dozen broken hoops surrounded the court.
Yet, David Stern, watching, smiled sweeter than flowers. He once thought his greatest achievement was bringing basketball to China, the largest overseas market.
Now, his greatest achievement was introducing basketball to aliens!!!
Watching Sigmund's armored destruction of the court, Stern nearly died of excitement.
After this, who'd dare say basketball wasn't the greatest sport!!!
No choice—the park had no larger field for aliens to play soccer, hahaha!!!
With over 200,000 Asgardians and hundreds of thousands of excited New Yorkers,
even the vast park couldn't hold everyone.
Even the golf course was occupied…
Stern was grateful the basketball court was small.
Especially since it had no grass for Asgardians to destroy!!!
Perfect!!!
Watching the brutal game, Volstagg collided with the unfamiliar Black man.
The already broken court shattered further, and the Black man's ball flew toward the hoop.
Volstagg, knocked back, tried to block, but the Black man's half-step advantage secured the shot.
Heisenberg asked about the Black man.
"Who's that?"
"That's Luke Cage, Lord Heisenberg!"
A blond youth beside him explained excitedly.
"Luke's my friend. His power is explosive."
Heisenberg felt uneasy about the youth's words.
He asked:
"You're friends with him. You must be special too?"
"No, compared to you, I'm very ordinary, but I'm not a normal person!"
The blond youth bowed respectfully.
"Daniel Rand, the 134th Iron Fist of K'un-Lun, greets you!"
"Ah, the Iron Fist!"
Heisenberg nodded, then frowned.
He recalled Iron Fist as a righteous man. Why was he so respectful to a mob boss and unjust superhero?
Curious, Heisenberg asked:
"If I'm not mistaken, you and Luke Cage came to see me? What's the matter?"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Iron Fist explained:
"I just returned to New York. Your actions here are truly awe-inspiring.
New Yorkers are truly safe now. We're close to a society where doors are left unlocked.
But aren't your punishments too severe?
I admit many of those executed by your men deserved death, but others' crimes weren't so grave. Death is too cruel for them!
I sincerely hope you…"
"Wait!"
Heisenberg interrupted, grabbing Iron Fist's shoulder before he could react.
"You think I'm too harsh, but that's just your opinion.
If you were an ordinary citizen harmed by those criminals, you'd understand my decisions.
But your power has deprived you of that understanding.
Not only that, it's given you the courage to advise me!"
Speaking, Heisenberg shook Iron Fist lightly, commanding the system:
"System, restore this Iron Fist to an ordinary person!"
"Acknowledged. Returning the 134th Iron Fist's Dragon's power to Shou-Lao requires 1,226 units of Origin Matter."
"Do it!"
Heisenberg lifted Iron Fist, who realized his chi and Dragon's power were vanishing!
Meanwhile, Heisenberg said softly:
"Go to K'un-Lun. Tell them to choose a new Iron Fist.
The Dragon's power looks better on black hair and eyes.
Go!"
Whoosh!!!
Heisenberg hurled Daniel Rand away!
Before he flew far, a golden portal appeared in his path, leading to K'un-Lun!
The unfortunate new Iron Fist, just returned from K'un-Lun less than a month ago, lost the power he'd boasted about a second ago.
In K'un-Lun, Shou-Lao, recently awakened, was puzzled.
Why had the Dragon's power he reluctantly gave the blond barbarian returned to him?
Meanwhile, in K'un-Lun's celestial realm,
the Jade Emperor meditated.
A flash of gold appeared before him, and he stood, alert.
"Is this… a sorcerer's portal?"
As the gate formed, he muttered.
The next second, Daniel Rand crashed into him!
Despite the Jade Emperor's effort to lessen the impact, they smashed through countless buildings, finally stopping before the revived Shou-Lao.
At the same time, inexplicably, the Ancient One appeared through the portal, hands behind her back.
"Long time no see, Shou-Lao!"
"Ah, long time no see, Ancient One."
Shou-Lao and the Ancient One exchanged greetings. Shou-Lao pointed at the two on the ground with his dragon whiskers.
"Who are they…?"
"Oh, this…"
The Ancient One smiled slightly.
"Your Iron Fist just met Heisenberg.
He suggested you choose a new Iron Fist.
And I think he's right!"