Vincent Hall generally disliked thugs.
But today, he discovered a fascinating nuance: he only disliked ugly thugs.
For "enhanced" women like Storm or Domino—who possessed explosive, sexy figures and exquisite features—he had zero complaints.
Just as he preferred beautiful foreign women.
"So, in the end, I just like beautiful women."
Lying in bed, watching the duvet shift.
Domino was working very hard to service her new boss.
Vincent smiled, touched.
Sandi and Inez were considerate; they had found their own rooms to rest in.
But in the middle of the night, Domino's "luck" struck. She claimed she got lost on the way to the bathroom and ended up in his room. She didn't mind a late-night interview.
The salary was secured. The hero was delivered.
Or rather, the boy wasn't careful enough and got pounced on by a cunning black fox.
Stats Check:
Desire Points: 612.1 Million (+1.1 Million).
Wealth: 83.9 Billion.
Domino's stamina was incredible.
Unlike Sandi or Inez, whose bodies were physically reinforced by their X-Genes, Domino relied on luck. Yet, Vincent found himself on the passive end of the engagement.
"Domino, go to the lab tomorrow. Tell Raven I authorized you for the Super Soldier Serum."
He didn't mention the Spider Serum.
What happens when a mutant with luck powers takes the Super Soldier Serum?
The lab was already studying Sandi and Inez's genes to adjust the formula, but for Domino, there shouldn't be negative side effects. Her power was passive.
Vincent had asked why she lost money gambling.
Her answer was honest: Whatever she lost to the casino, the casino would "donate" an equivalent amount to international children's charities in her name (via tax write-offs or public image campaigns). It was her way of laundering her "dirty" mercenary money into good karma.
It solved her gambling addiction and helped kids.
And the casinos loved playing against Lady Luck because she let them win (so they could donate).
"Mmhmm~~"
Domino hummed an affirmative, mouth full.
Vincent smiled. Sometimes chocolate is delicious.
Asgard.
On the balcony, during the celebration feast.
Thor Odinson looked at the shattered Bifrost, his eyes filled with sorrow.
With the bridge destroyed, he couldn't return to Earth.
But what truly pained him—and forced him to grow—was seeing his brother Loki fall into the abyss. His body was lost to the void.
Odin approached his son.
"You will be a wise king."
"There will never be a wiser king than you," Thor said, watching his father's back. "Or a better father. I have much to learn. Father, perhaps one day, I will make you proud."
"You already have," Odin said, patting his son's shoulder.
At the edge of the broken bridge.
Heimdall stood with his sword, gazing into the swirling clouds below.
"Can you see her?" Thor asked.
New Mexico.
Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, and Erik Selvig were packing up. The SHIELD quarantine was over.
"Yes," Heimdall said slowly.
"What is she doing?"
Thor had truly fallen for the mortal woman.
"She is looking for a way to find you."
Thor smiled helplessly.
He had responsibilities now. Odin was old. Thor had to lead Asgard and protect the Nine Realms.
"And Loki? Have you found him?"
Heimdall remained silent.
Thor knew Loki's fall was due to a desperate need for Odin's approval. Loki wasn't just mischievous; he was broken. Discovering he was a Frost Giant, the son of Laufey, had shattered his identity. He tried to destroy Jotunheim to prove his loyalty, only for Odin to reject him again.
"I will find him," Thor vowed.
"Loki, where are you?"
Secret SHIELD Base. USA.
"Dr. Selvig."
"So you're the man behind the curtain?"
Erik Selvig navigated the labyrinthine facility until he met Nick Fury.
"This place is a maze. I thought you brought me down here to kill me."
"I've been following the New Mexico situation. Your work impressed a lot of people," Fury said, hands in pockets.
"The Foster Theory. A gateway to another dimension. Unprecedented," Selvig bragged.
Fury led him to a secure room.
"Legend and history often tell different stories, but sometimes they align."
Fury opened a silver briefcase.
Inside sat a glowing blue cube surrounded by machinery.
The Tesseract.
"What is this?" Selvig asked, mesmerized.
"Power, Doctor," Fury smiled. Thanks to Hill's intel (from Vincent), he knew exactly what it was. "If we can figure out how to tap it, it means unlimited sustainable energy."
In the reflection of a glass pane beside Selvig, a figure appeared.
Loki.
Invisible to everyone but the audience, Loki whispered, influencing Selvig's mind through magic.
"Well, that's worth a look," Loki smirked.
"Well, that's worth a look," Selvig repeated robotically, smiling.
Fury was pleased. He needed this weapon. The world was getting dangerous. He wasn't building the Avengers to avenge the Earth; he wanted to preemptively strike. If the Tesseract could open doors to enemy worlds, he would bring the war to them.
Fury wasn't a pacifist. He was a spy who believed in aggressive defense.
"Doctor, we don't have much time. I need you to live on the base."
Fury was paranoid. His internal investigation had triggered Hydra's alarms. Hydra was deep in SHIELD, deep in the government. This base was his fortress, staffed by handpicked loyalists.
"No problem. I can't wait to start," Selvig said, eyes fixated on the Cube.
Long Island Villa. Morning.
Vincent pushed Domino away gently.
He confirmed that Domino had the smoothest skin of all his women.
But since merging with the Kryptonian bloodline, his Man of Steel physique meant his kidneys were made of iron. One Domino wasn't enough.
He showered in ice-cold water.
For Vincent, there was no "cold."
With the Ice-Ice Fruit and Mera Mera no Mi, he was a living thermostat.
The fusion of Fire (Mera Mera) and Light (Glint-Glint) created concentrated solar energy. If he fired it as Heat Vision, it became a solar laser that destroyed atomic bonds.
If he combined that with Psychic Sovereign (Mind Control) and atomic-level telekinesis...
Vincent had a theory.
The Omega Beams.
Darkseid's signature move. Not just heat, but an erasure effect that tracked targets and could disintegrate or resurrect them.
Vincent wasn't Darkseid yet. But by infusing his Heat Vision with Psychic guidance and atomic destruction, he could mimic the effect.
He was also working on Esdeath's Mahapadma (Time Freeze).
He could freeze space-time by stopping all atomic motion. But the side effect was absolute destruction—everything in the frozen zone turned to ice dust. It was an AoE nuke that killed friend and foe alike.
"Omega Beams are different. Single target precision. Total erasure."
"Merging Psychic power to guide the beams... it's possible."
Lost in thought, Vincent felt a soft, slippery body hug him from behind.
Another round of wrestling was inevitable.
Kitchen.
Sandi was humming, preparing lunch with yesterday's leftover seafood.
Inez sat at the table with dark circles under her eyes, looking listless.
They both froze, looking up at the ceiling.
"That little vixen Domino stole the Demon Lord," Inez complained.
Sandi laughed, bright as fire.
"Inez, learn to share. The Great Ice Demon will never have just one believer. Even if he did, it wouldn't be you. So why worry?"
"I heard she gets the Super Soldier Serum today," Inez grumbled.
"Our X-Genes are too volatile right now. Mixing them with the serum requires stability," Sandi explained, chopping vegetables faster.
"But that's worth a billion dollars!"
"That's the sales price. For Oscorp, the cost is pennies," Sandi scoffed. She helped Raven with admin work, so she knew the margins.
Vincent walked down the stairs in fresh clothes.
Domino followed, glowing with a post-coital radiance that made Inez jealous.
Domino winked at Sandi and stuck her tongue out at Inez.
The handsome Ice Demon is addictive.
During lunch, Vincent's phone rang.
It was Raven.
"Boss, we have a problem."
"Okay. I'm coming back."
Vincent's face turned serious.
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