章節 31: Chapter 31: Arrival
Why are you just watching, Odin?
Noah paused as he looked at the golden-haired man guzzling down alcohol in front of him. Deep down, he silently questioned.
As the protector of the Nine Realms, why did this old man, Odin, refuse to intervene in this crisis? This had always been one of the greatest mysteries in the original storyline. Even if we assume Odin had grown weary of battle and lost interest in violence, at the very least, when his son and his subordinates were being hunted by zombies, he could have ordered Heimdall to activate the Bifrost and bring the Asgardians on Midgard back to safety.
But he did nothing.
Hogun, Volstagg, and Fandral—the valiant Warriors Three, known for their nobility and righteousness among the Asgardians—joined the battlefield as soon as the zombie crisis erupted. Yet, in the original storyline, they perished without receiving any aid from Asgard.
And Thor? The future King of Asgard? To be infected and turned into a flesh-eating zombie was nothing short of a humiliating tragedy.
Meanwhile, the Avengers were essentially feasting their way through the crisis, devouring everything and shocking alien factions left and right.
Even when Thor's head was incinerated by a misfired cosmic energy blast from Steve, Odin remained passive.
To be clear, the Odin from the comics might have been a grumpy old man, but he was nothing like his counterpart in the cinematic universe, who seemed permanently glued to his golden throne. Comic Odin, despite his white beard, retained the vigor of a warrior.
He was strong, combative, and still had the heart of a man who could conquer the world—and perhaps even conquer ten women in one night. A man like that would never cower in the face of the apocalypse.
Thor, oblivious to the gravity of Noah's musings, grinned foolishly, waggling his beer can. "Huh? I don't know! No idea!"
His carefree, childlike smile was infectious, filling the cabin with an air of joy and lightheartedness. For a moment, the atmosphere grew genuinely cheerful.
Noah tried to resist. He really did. But watching Thor's idiotic grin, his lips twitched uncontrollably.
Now I understand why almost every version of Loki looks at Thor like he's a complete idiot.
"Speaking of which, where's Loki?" Noah asked, steering the conversation.
Thor's expression finally turned a little serious. He downed a few more gulps of beer, scratched his head, and said, "I haven't seen Loki in a long time—at least a year or two. But my brother's clever. His illusions are top-notch. He'll figure something out and survive."
Noah shook his head. Thor wasn't providing anything useful. At this stage, Thor's mind could only accommodate three things: his hammer, women, and beer.
Still, there was one piece of valuable information.
Loki was missing.
Now that was worth pondering. Not every Loki from every universe grows up to become the God of Stories at the end of time. Most Lokis are just tricksters trying to stay alive.
But Loki can't predict the future. So how did he know to vanish at precisely the right time?
Noah's mind wandered further, recalling the Fear Itself storyline, where the Odin from the main 616 universe even contemplated destroying Earth and retreating with Asgard to protect Thor from being killed by the Serpent.
The Odin from that universe was undeniably a good father, deeply invested in his son's well-being.
But what if this universe's Odin didn't care as much about his son and was more concerned about Asgard's survival?
Noah glanced at Thor with a flicker of sympathy in his eyes.
If his hypothesis was correct, then Thor had likely been written off as expendable from the very beginning. Like a lizard shedding its tail to escape, Odin may have sacrificed Thor as a decoy to ensure Asgard's safety.
It was a cruel strategy. Losing a strong, hearty son who could drink and fight was unfortunate, but Asgardians lived extraordinarily long lives. They could easily hide in some mystical dimension, waiting for every living thing in the universe—including the zombies—to die off before returning to the material plane to reclaim dominance.
At that point, Galactus would be dead, the Avengers long forgotten, and the intergalactic empires crushed under the invasion of zombie heroes. The universe's new life would still be simmering in primordial soup, leaving a blank slate for Asgard to conquer.
The more Noah thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. He couldn't help but sigh.
How could he hope to fix this universe with such cowardly gods by his side?
His thoughts were interrupted by the pilot's announcement:
"Ladies and gentlemen, we've arrived at Latveria!"
The words snapped Noah out of his reverie. He immediately stood up, and the others quickly gathered by the windows, exclaiming in amazement.
However, what they saw was far from what they had expected. The streets of Latveria were eerily silent, devoid of any zombie activity. The quiet, desolate streets and lush greenery created an unsettling sense of calm.
It was a stark contrast to the chaos elsewhere, and Noah knew it could only mean one thing: something far more dangerous than the super-powered zombies was lurking here.
He glanced at the others, their expressions shifting between relief and dread. Though the streets were empty, everyone could feel an intangible sense of unease.
"Bzzt—bzzzt—"
"This is Latveria Tower Control. State your aircraft identification number, or you will be shot down."
The sudden transmission jolted everyone into attention, filling the air with tension.
Noah stepped forward, grabbing the communicator. "This is Agent Noah from S.H.I.E.L.D. We're escorting the Invisible Woman, Susan Storm, on a critical mission to Latveria. Requesting landing clearance to establish contact and proceed with collaborative objectives."
A tense silence followed. Then another voice—lower, raspier, and tinged with a mechanical undertone—broke the static.
"You may land. Doom permits your arrival."
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