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chapter 0208 part 1
# Chapter 207: Mephisto, Loki
Eric Selvig watched speechlessly as the waitress brought another large serving of fried pork chop. The fried pork chop at this fast food restaurant was their specialty; golden and crispy on the outside, tender and juicy on the inside, sprinkled with black pepper, it tasted exceptionally good.
Moreover, the portion was generous. One serving of fried pork chop plus a large cup of cola was enough to fill an adult.
Eric Selvig looked at the blonde strong man in front of him devouring the pork chop. This was already the fourth serving the waitress had brought over.
"Professor! It looks like your research funding won't last through this quarter. How about we discuss it? You can sign my internship certificate first!"
Darcy chewed on her chewing gum, joking with Professor Selvig, her eyes not leaving the muscular lines visible beneath the blonde strong man's shirt.
When Jane picked him up and brought him home, she had secretly watched him change clothes. Wow, those abdominal muscles were even more solid than those jocks on the school basketball team.
It was a pity that his appearance was too sci-fi. Otherwise, just for those muscles, Darcy wouldn't mind having some intimate contact with him.
"Mmm—Midgardians, I will not forget your offerings. When I return to Asgard, I will reward you..."
The blonde strong man's mouth was full of pork chop. He looked up and said indistinctly to Professor Selvig.
Darcy rolled her eyes in annoyance. Here we go again. Such a good-looking blonde hunk, but unfortunately, he was an idiot.
Midgard, Asgard, his mouth was full of nonsense.
Professor Eric Selvig looked at Thor, who was eating heartily, with some concern. He beckoned to his students and whispered, "Could he have hit his head too hard?"
Doctor Eric Selvig was a world-renowned astronomy doctor. He had brought two students to New Mexico to observe astronomical phenomena.
Who would have thought that chasing an aurora would lead to hitting someone, and it seemed like he had been knocked silly! All he talked about was Asgard and Midgard.
"Professor, the doctor's examination results said it was a mild concussion. It shouldn't affect his brain, right?"
Jane Foster quietly pointed at Thor's head.
"Let's leave it like this for now. Take him back to New York and find a better hospital for a thorough check-up!"
Eric Selvig sighed.
He calmed down and listened to the blonde strong man's mumbling. As he listened, his heart suddenly stirred.
"Thor, you just said that Asgard, Vanaheim, Alfheim, Nidavellir, Midgard, Jotunheim, Svartalfheim, Helheim, and Muspelheim all exist relying on Yggdrasil. What are their specific locations and arrangements?"
"Professor, although I'm just an intern assistant and don't know much about astronomy, what he's saying is clearly Norse Mythology. You don't actually believe in the Nine Realms or Asgard, do you?"
Darcy was not an astronomy student; she was Jane's best friend. She had come out with Professor Selvig and Jane this time just to get an internship certificate.
So she couldn't understand why Professor Selvig was so interested in Thor's words.
"Asgard is here, your Midgard is here, and this is Vanaheim!"
The blonde strong man swallowed the fried pork chop in two bites, gulped down half a bottle of beer, and drew the distribution map of the Nine Realms on the table with his finger.
Although the blonde strong man was explaining to Professor Selvig, most of his attention was on the woman beside him.
This was a kind of appeal Thor had never seen before, different from the Valkyries in Asgard.
Thor's evasive gaze did not escape Jane Foster's notice.
At this moment, Jane Foster didn't have much affection for this blonde strong man, but rather more curiosity and a little admiration for his physique.
Just as Thor was enjoying a feast at the fast food restaurant, near the small town, at the sand dune.
Idle men from the Federation lined up, exerting themselves against Mjolnir on the hill.
The area near the sand dune was very lively, with even mobile food trucks appearing! "Two burritos!" Kane came to the food truck.
"Okay, okay, just a moment, coming right up?"
The person running the food truck was a black man. He glanced at Kane and lowered his head to quickly make Mexican burritos.
"Smells delicious! Get me one too!"
An elderly white man wearing a black trench coat and leaning on a cane walked up beside Kane and said to the old man selling burritos.
A strong smell of sulfur made Kane's nose itch. He frowned and looked at the old man beside him.
"Roar!" Behind Kane, the shadow of a White Tiger flickered, looking at the elderly white man, its fur standing on end.
Kane looked at the elderly white man, stepped back two steps, and placed his hand on his calf. A sharp Kukri Knife was strapped to his calf.
The elderly white man's gaze swept over. The White Tiger's phantom behind Kane let out a silent low growl. Sensing danger, Kane instinctively reached for his knife.
A palm suddenly landed on his shoulder at this moment.
"Kane, go play over there. I'll chat with this old gentleman!"
Hearing the familiar voice, Kane's tense nerves immediately relaxed.
"Boss!"
Kane turned and bowed slightly to Tang Song.
He retreated a few steps but didn't go too far, standing behind Tang Song, his gaze fixed on the leather-clad old man.
Tang Song was wearing a white suit and also held a cane.
He rubbed the jade beast head on the cane.
Yin Yang Qi flowed between Tang Song's eyes, and the image of the elderly white man in front of him immediately changed.
Through this Human Form, he saw the essence of the elderly white man: a thousand-zhang tall Goat-headed Demon flickering in the raging fire of magma.
Mephisto, one of the Hell-Lords, and the most active Demon in the Marvel World.
"Rustle, rustle!"
The Black Jade Thumb Ring on Tang Song's thumb rustled its scales, transforming into a Single-Horned Black Snake, coiling on Tang Song's thumb and flicking its tongue at Mephisto.
Black flowing light faintly swam within its snake scales.
"Old gentleman, you appear here so brazenly, aren't you afraid the owner here will ask you to leave?"
Paying three USD, Tang Song took the Mexican burrito from the black man's hand and casually handed one to Kane behind him.
"I'm not a bad person. I just wanted to see the son of an old friend.
But the owner here is indeed not friendly enough, and they discriminate against us poor neighbors. The sons of tycoons can come and go freely, but we aren't even allowed through the door!"
Mephisto seemed to have truly transformed into a lonely old man who wanted to visit relatives but was rejected. He looked at Tang Song, complaining incessantly.
Yin Yang Qi flowed in Tang Song's eyes. He saw through Mephisto's true nature using a Mystic Art.
What was here was just an Incarnation of Mephisto. To be honest, its strength was only slightly stronger than an ordinary person. Its strength seemed to be stuck at a certain critical point, not daring to easily exceed it.
He had exploited a loophole left by the Ancient One. This level of Incarnation could bypass the Protective Network formed by the Three Sanctums.
"Sir, I see you are also not an ordinary person. Do you have any unfulfilled wishes or regrets? Perhaps I can help you!"
Mephisto looked at Tang Song, a trace of almost imperceptible greed in his eyes. His ability allowed him to see the soul essence of the person before him.
If the white strong man just now was a delicious dessert.
The soul of the person before him was like a Manchu Han Imperial Feast placed before a connoisseur.
Even, even more intense than the feeling the fallen angels gave him. This was also the reason he had appeared.
The strong spatial fluctuations from an outer domain could not escape him. He held a certain degree of fear towards Odin, the King of Gods.
A Tiger that was about to die was also the most dangerous.
Mephisto had no intention of interfering with Asgard's throne succession. He wouldn't do anything that didn't benefit him.
He was just here to watch the show! Now he wanted the souls of these two people before him...
Tang Song finished the burrito in his hand in two or three bites, smiling as he looked at Mephisto:
"I do have a wish?"
"Oh? What wish?"
Mephisto's eyes flickered, his soul fire almost overflowing. As a great demon skilled in manipulating souls and contracts, as long as someone had a wish, he had a million ways to play with that soul and get it.
Humanity's desire was endless.
Fresh apples, delicious souls.
Tang Song said with a smile, "My wish is, can you please get lost!"
Mephisto looked at Tang Song, his face twisted in ferocity, radiating an aura of madness and slaughter.
Since when did these ant-like humans dare to provoke him?
# Chapter 207: Mephisto, Loki
Eric Selvig watched speechlessly as the waitress brought another large serving of fried pork chop. The fried pork chop at this fast food restaurant was their specialty; golden and crispy on the outside, tender and juicy on the inside, sprinkled with black pepper, it tasted exceptionally good.
Moreover, the portion was generous. One serving of fried pork chop plus a large cup of cola was enough to fill an adult.
Eric Selvig looked at the blonde strong man in front of him devouring the pork chop. This was already the fourth serving the waitress had brought over.
"Professor! It looks like your research funding won't last through this quarter. How about we discuss it? You can sign my internship certificate first!"
Darcy chewed on her chewing gum, joking with Professor Selvig, her eyes not leaving the muscular lines visible beneath the blonde strong man's shirt.
When Jane picked him up and brought him home, she had secretly watched him change clothes. Wow, those abdominal muscles were even more solid than those jocks on the school basketball team.
It was a pity that his appearance was too sci-fi. Otherwise, just for those muscles, Darcy wouldn't mind having some intimate contact with him.
"Mmm—Midgardians, I will not forget your offerings. When I return to Asgard, I will reward you..."
The blonde strong man's mouth was full of pork chop. He looked up and said indistinctly to Professor Selvig.
Darcy rolled her eyes in annoyance. Here we go again. Such a good-looking blonde hunk, but unfortunately, he was an idiot.
Midgard, Asgard, his mouth was full of nonsense.
Professor Eric Selvig looked at Thor, who was eating heartily, with some concern. He beckoned to his students and whispered, "Could he have hit his head too hard?"
Doctor Eric Selvig was a world-renowned astronomy doctor. He had brought two students to New Mexico to observe astronomical phenomena.
Who would have thought that chasing an aurora would lead to hitting someone, and it seemed like he had been knocked silly! All he talked about was Asgard and Midgard.
"Professor, the doctor's examination results said it was a mild concussion. It shouldn't affect his brain, right?"
Jane Foster quietly pointed at Thor's head.
"Let's leave it like this for now. Take him back to New York and find a better hospital for a thorough check-up!"
Eric Selvig sighed.
He calmed down and listened to the blonde strong man's mumbling. As he listened, his heart suddenly stirred.
"Thor, you just said that Asgard, Vanaheim, Alfheim, Nidavellir, Midgard, Jotunheim, Svartalfheim, Helheim, and Muspelheim all exist relying on Yggdrasil. What are their specific locations and arrangements?"
"Professor, although I'm just an intern assistant and don't know much about astronomy, what he's saying is clearly Norse Mythology. You don't actually believe in the Nine Realms or Asgard, do you?"
Darcy was not an astronomy student; she was Jane's best friend. She had come out with Professor Selvig and Jane this time just to get an internship certificate.
So she couldn't understand why Professor Selvig was so interested in Thor's words.
"Asgard is here, your Midgard is here, and this is Vanaheim!"
The blonde strong man swallowed the fried pork chop in two bites, gulped down half a bottle of beer, and drew the distribution map of the Nine Realms on the table with his finger.
Although the blonde strong man was explaining to Professor Selvig, most of his attention was on the woman beside him.
This was a kind of appeal Thor had never seen before, different from the Valkyries in Asgard.
Thor's evasive gaze did not escape Jane Foster's notice.
At this moment, Jane Foster didn't have much affection for this blonde strong man, but rather more curiosity and a little admiration for his physique.
Just as Thor was enjoying a feast at the fast food restaurant, near the small town, at the sand dune.
Idle men from the Federation lined up, exerting themselves against Mjolnir on the hill.
The area near the sand dune was very lively, with even mobile food trucks appearing! "Two burritos!" Kane came to the food truck.
"Okay, okay, just a moment, coming right up?"
The person running the food truck was a black man. He glanced at Kane and lowered his head to quickly make Mexican burritos.
"Smells delicious! Get me one too!"
An elderly white man wearing a black trench coat and leaning on a cane walked up beside Kane and said to the old man selling burritos.
A strong smell of sulfur made Kane's nose itch. He frowned and looked at the old man beside him.
"Roar!" Behind Kane, the shadow of a White Tiger flickered, looking at the elderly white man, its fur standing on end.
Kane looked at the elderly white man, stepped back two steps, and placed his hand on his calf. A sharp Kukri Knife was strapped to his calf.
The elderly white man's gaze swept over. The White Tiger's phantom behind Kane let out a silent low growl. Sensing danger, Kane instinctively reached for his knife.
A palm suddenly landed on his shoulder at this moment.
"Kane, go play over there. I'll chat with this old gentleman!"
Hearing the familiar voice, Kane's tense nerves immediately relaxed.
"Boss!"
Kane turned and bowed slightly to Tang Song.
He retreated a few steps but didn't go too far, standing behind Tang Song, his gaze fixed on the leather-clad old man.
Tang Song was wearing a white suit and also held a cane.
He rubbed the jade beast head on the cane.
Yin Yang Qi flowed between Tang Song's eyes, and the image of the elderly white man in front of him immediately changed.
Through this Human Form, he saw the essence of the elderly white man: a thousand-zhang tall Goat-headed Demon flickering in the raging fire of magma.
Mephisto, one of the Hell-Lords, and the most active Demon in the Marvel World.
"Rustle, rustle!"
The Black Jade Thumb Ring on Tang Song's thumb rustled its scales, transforming into a Single-Horned Black Snake, coiling on Tang Song's thumb and flicking its tongue at Mephisto.
Black flowing light faintly swam within its snake scales.
"Old gentleman, you appear here so brazenly, aren't you afraid the owner here will ask you to leave?"
Paying three USD, Tang Song took the Mexican burrito from the black man's hand and casually handed one to Kane behind him.
"I'm not a bad person. I just wanted to see the son of an old friend.
But the owner here is indeed not friendly enough, and they discriminate against us poor neighbors. The sons of tycoons can come and go freely, but we aren't even allowed through the door!"
Mephisto seemed to have truly transformed into a lonely old man who wanted to visit relatives but was rejected. He looked at Tang Song, complaining incessantly.
Yin Yang Qi flowed in Tang Song's eyes. He saw through Mephisto's true nature using a Mystic Art.
What was here was just an Incarnation of Mephisto. To be honest, its strength was only slightly stronger than an ordinary person. Its strength seemed to be stuck at a certain critical point, not daring to easily exceed it.
He had exploited a loophole left by the Ancient One. This level of Incarnation could bypass the Protective Network formed by the Three Sanctums.
"Sir, I see you are also not an ordinary person. Do you have any unfulfilled wishes or regrets? Perhaps I can help you!"
Mephisto looked at Tang Song, a trace of almost imperceptible greed in his eyes. His ability allowed him to see the soul essence of the person before him.
If the white strong man just now was a delicious dessert.
The soul of the person before him was like a Manchu Han Imperial Feast placed before a connoisseur.
Even, even more intense than the feeling the fallen angels gave him. This was also the reason he had appeared.
The strong spatial fluctuations from an outer domain could not escape him. He held a certain degree of fear towards Odin, the King of Gods.
A Tiger that was about to die was also the most dangerous.
Mephisto had no intention of interfering with Asgard's throne succession. He wouldn't do anything that didn't benefit him.
He was just here to watch the show! Now he wanted the souls of these two people before him...
Tang Song finished the burrito in his hand in two or three bites, smiling as he looked at Mephisto:
"I do have a wish?"
"Oh? What wish?"
Mephisto's eyes flickered, his soul fire almost overflowing. As a great demon skilled in manipulating souls and contracts, as long as someone had a wish, he had a million ways to play with that soul and get it.
Humanity's desire was endless.
Fresh apples, delicious souls.
Tang Song said with a smile, "My wish is, can you please get lost!"
Mephisto looked at Tang Song, his face twisted in ferocity, radiating an aura of madness and slaughter.
Since when did these ant-like humans dare to provoke him?
