Injustice Superman in Marvel

It turned out Frigga's judgment was wrong!

The battle didn't end in just a few minutes!

When Thor, stunned, was dragged back to the gates of the palace by Sif and others to pay respects to Frigga.

When Loki was suspended and beaten by Thor after a fierce scolding!

When Frigga rescued Loki and reprimanded Thor.

Even when the Asgardian civilians, led by Sigmund and other legion commanders, began clearing the ruins of the city…

The battle still hadn't ended!

By this time, Odin and Heisenberg had been fighting for a full hour and twenty minutes!

In that hour, the rolling thunder and crashing impacts had never ceased!

Asgard's ancient land had been ravaged by Odin and Heisenberg in a massive circle!

Heisenberg's body bore numerous new wounds, which rapidly healed under the sun's rays, only to reappear under Odin's relentless attacks—an endless cycle.

Odin, too, was forced to expend precious divine power to repair his battered body after each blow from Heisenberg.

This battle had truly reignited Heisenberg's joy in combat!

No longer were fights brief, ending after a few strikes.

Nor was it a matter of the enemy falling before he could act.

The evenly matched battle sent Heisenberg's blood boiling, his punch speed now nearly three times faster than it had been an hour ago!

Heisenberg felt a strange heat spreading from his bones, as if some ancient power, drawn by this bloody clash, was slowly awakening within him.

It was the Rao bloodline he'd previously unlocked!

In ancient times, before Krypton had risen to its future might, Rao, Flamebird, Nightwing, and other Kryptonian ancient gods had led their people to prosperity and greatness through pure, unyielding combat.

But as Krypton reached its peak, that primal drive for challenge and battle faded from the Kryptonian spirit.

Clark Kent had regained it through constant exposure to the sun and repeated clashes with foes, growing stronger with each fight.

Heisenberg, the arrogant Kryptonian, had reclaimed it even faster than Superman.

After all, Clark always waited passively for trouble to find him, unlike Heisenberg, who, in just months, had challenged every worthy foe in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

If Clark had ever gained a system and entered the Marvel Universe, he'd likely have gathered enough quintessence to return home immediately, to protect Metropolis and spend time with Lois…

Our kind-hearted Clark would never, like Heisenberg now, grab Odin by the throat, slam the innocent old man to the ground, and pummel him mercilessly!!!

Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After Heisenberg slammed Odin with three or four punches, he finally sensed something was wrong.

He quickly looked at Odin, whose face was drenched in blood.

To his surprise, Odin stopped fighting too!

Watching the old man gaze at him helplessly, gasping for breath, Heisenberg finally understood.

He abruptly grabbed Odin's arm, hauling the now bare-chested Odin to his feet.

"You're out of divine power?!"

"Yeah, huff… huff… getting old…" Odin replied, gasping.

Heisenberg's heart sank at those words.

The fight had been so exhilarating, so intense—the thrill of flesh meeting flesh, the raw passion of unbridled combat…

And now it was over?

"You ran out of power at the climax? This is… this is…!!!"

Heisenberg groaned in frustration, then helplessly released Odin, letting the only foe worthy of his full strength lean against a nearby ruin.

Odin shifted slightly, resting his back more comfortably, then said to Heisenberg with equal helplessness:

"Such a shame… such an intense battle…"

He looked up at the sun, his voice weakening.

"If only I'd met you four thousand years ago. We could've fought for a week before deciding a winner!"

"A week… unlikely. I think I could've exhausted you in two days.

You must've felt it too—your power recovery in that… state was far slower than mine!"

Heisenberg countered, sitting beside Odin.

Moments ago, they were enemies; now they sat together, chatting amicably.

Such was their mutual respect.

Hearing Heisenberg, Odin pondered, then nodded.

"True…"

"Oh well, it doesn't matter. Today's fight ends in a draw, Odin!"

"Haha, are you pitying me, Heisenberg?"

"No, I admire you. Rarely do I find someone who can fight me this long."

"You haven't used your full strength, Heisenberg!

I've exhausted all my tricks, shown you five thousand years of accumulation, while you've held back."

Odin shook his head, rejecting the idea of a draw, then extended his right hand.

In an instant, all Asgardians watching Gungnir froze.

The spear, planted by Odin before the battle, had flown into the distant forest!

Originally, when the thunder and impacts ceased, Thor and others assumed the fight was over, eagerly wondering who had won.

Now, with Gungnir responding to its master's call, did that mean…

"Father's still alive!!!"

"Did the King win? How is that possible?"

"Nonsense, the King never loses!"

"A miracle—Gungnir's master lives!"

Thor's group erupted in excitement, but Frigga, beside Loki, simply shook her head gravely.

"Odin lost, but he's alive!"

She glanced deeply at Loki.

"You've chosen a magnanimous king, Loki."

"Of course, he's also merciful. Otherwise, I'd be dead by now, Mother."

Loki smiled, but Frigga saw the bitterness beneath it.

Knowing Loki wasn't a pure betrayer or avenger, she patted his shoulder.

"Don't leave yet. Watch him one last time, child."

"Yes!"

Loki nodded, satisfying Frigga.

In the mountains, Gungnir appeared in Odin's hand.

He gazed fondly at the spear that had accompanied him for millennia, his eyes lingering before reluctantly looking away.

He extended the spear to Heisenberg.

"A weapon that never misses its target—perfect for someone as powerful as us.

Take it, new god. It's your trophy!"

"Hmm."

Heisenberg nodded, taking Gungnir without hesitation.

The spear, once slightly heavy, now felt weightless, as if an extension of his will.

Heisenberg swung it a few times, then nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad!"

Odin laughed heartily, gripping Heisenberg's left arm.

"Asgard is yours, future king.

And I no longer need to worry about choosing an heir, since you've overthrown me, stripping me of that right!"

His grip weakened, and he leaned back, speaking softly.

"My life is tied to the Nine Realms' realm of death. My eldest daughter, Hela, is sealed there. She'd make a fitting queen for you—you both love battle, and you're stronger, while she respects strength.

I'd never use against her the tactics I used against you. I can't subdue her in my current state, or she wouldn't have thought to overthrow me.

As for my eldest son, Thor, he's a harmless fool. It pains me to say it, but I failed to raise him properly. My fault.

I'll speak to him. He won't trouble you, so let him live, as naive as ever.

In return, everything is yours—my treasury, weapons, subjects, kingdom, and the Aesir's million years of rune power. All yours.

I see the sun's power burning in your blood and bones.

But it lacks guidance, new god!

With the Aesir's solar runes, you'll grow even stronger!

In exchange, let my people live in peace. They're foolish yet kind—a ruler's ideal subjects. You'll appreciate them.

My younger son, Loki, is already yours. Don't burden him with heavy duties; he prefers small deceptions.

They might succeed, but they're not the qualities a king like us needs.

Beware the Celestials and the One-Above-All. They're your true enemies. No one in the Nine Realms can stop you, but don't grow arrogant—they're always watching!

Midgard is the universe's heart, its most precious place. I've become its caged guardian, trapped in an endless cycle of Ragnarok, unable to escape fate.

But you're different. Your potential is limitless. Grow stronger, and when you are, avenge me by toppling those who control our destinies!

I see your ambition. Your gaze isn't confined to the Nine Realms, but Midgard, though your starting point, won't aid you soon.

Take my Berserker legions and Hela's death legions—they're your foundation for conquering the universe!

Finally, understand this isn't a bargain or advice, but a dying man's plea.

He seeks no throne, no revenge, only for his children to live, his loyal followers to shine under your rule, not to become forgotten bones in the earth."

Odin's hand trembled as he reached out. Heisenberg grasped it firmly.

After a moment, Odin looked at Heisenberg, eyes pleading. Heisenberg nodded.

"I promise, Odin. You're worthy of respect.

And in the future you envision, there will be no unnecessary bloodshed.

This is Heisenberg's vow—my word is final!"

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