Marvel: I have a serious mental illness

"Boom!"

A corner of New York was completely covered by thunderstorms.

There were dark clouds, lightning and thunder. In this environment, people once again witnessed the power of heaven and earth.

Any human technology fails in this situation, the network is paralyzed, no information can be transmitted in, and no information can be transmitted out.

The heavy rain was like the Milky Way pouring down from the sky, and the sky and the earth were covered in white.

Human beings are like ants, hurriedly returning to their nests and getting under the quilt, hoping to gain some sense of security and seek some peace.

Under the heavy rain, a figure like an ant is moving forward tenaciously.

At first, only a black dot could be seen, but gradually it enlarged and became a person.

What kind of person is he?

His body was stooped, and his pale face was full of confusion. His tattered clothes were soaked, and his feet were covered with mud and black mud. The gravel dug into his feet, and bright red blood flowed out, which disappeared under the wash of the rain.

Without a trace.

He looked very embarrassed, not as good as a homeless person huddled under a bridge, not as good as a famous dog raised by a wealthy family, not as good as a glamorous person living in a high-rise building.

But he exudes an inexplicable aura. You can laugh at him from a distance, but you will never dare to insult him up close.

His eyes were shining with light, like a beautiful rainbow after the rain.

He is alone, but like an army.

He walked against the strong wind and heavy rain, he did not belong to this world.

He is a god and a mortal, his name is Thor.

The heavy rain blurred Sol's eyes and blocked his sight.

He cannot see the road ahead or the way home.

But he still moved forward. He changed from running to walking fast, from walking fast to walking slowly, and finally from walking slowly to crawling.

His posture is changing, but his goal remains the same. He wants to walk to the center of the thunderstorm, he wants to lift the hammer named Mjolnir, and he wants to lead Asgard to glory again.
Not far away.

A heavily modified vehicle like a giant beast stands in the storm.

Loki sat in the car and stared at the figure crawling forward. His face was expressionless and his eyes exuded a deep light.

He was not in the rain, but it was as if he was in the rain. Loki suddenly felt an inexplicable bitterness in his heart. This bitterness filled his chest, making him unable to speak and could only fall into silence for a long time.

He knows Sol better than anyone else, and he knows that silly brother better than anyone else.

Thor, the God of Thunder and the first god of war in Asgard, has mastered the power of thunder since birth, and was regarded by Odin as the future of the Asir clan before he was even a minor.

He was born to be a king, and Odin's proud blood did not make him arrogant. He treated every one of his subjects with great enthusiasm.

He may be reckless, but that recklessness is also a sign of love.

On the surface, Loki hates Thor and everything he has. This is a fact that is obvious to everyone in Asgard.

But what about in reality?

What Loki hates is that he cannot be Thor. He cannot treat everyone as sincerely as Thor. He is jealous of Thor's moral character and charisma.

This kind of jealousy made him always like to target Sol, and even gave him the idea of ​​killing Sol and replacing him.

But Loki knows very well that he cannot kill Thor. He loves his brother more than anyone else.

Loki let out a long sigh, with a trace of ridicule on his lips, lowered his head, and cursed in a low voice: "Idiot!"

Delisna, who was driving the car, also saw the crawling figure. She sighed with emotion: "Loki, look, that man looks like a drowned dog... I don't know.

Why is he working so hard?"

"Although I was very embarrassed, I don't know why, but I suddenly felt like praising his will. He reminded me of the Russian writer Gorky's "Haiyan"."

"On the vast sea, strong winds gather dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, petrels fly proudly like black lightning."

"Sometimes its wings hit the waves, and sometimes it shoots straight towards the dark clouds like an arrow, and it screams - in the brave cry of this bird, the dark clouds hear joy."

"In this cry - full of desire for the storm! In this cry, the dark clouds heard the power of anger, the flame of enthusiasm and the confidence of victory."

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When he first heard Delisna's words, Loki's eyes flashed with murderous intent. No one could insult his brother except himself.

But then those praises, those hymns in praise of Haiyan, made Loki's murderous intention completely disappear.

Loki curled his lips and raised a happy smile, but he said sincerely: "Haiyan, it is really a stupid behavior... It is ridiculous that a little bird tries to fight against the storm."

"The same goes for him. He behaves like a fool. I really don't know what the use of the head on his neck is?"

"Is it so difficult to find a shelter from the rain? Doesn't he know he can drive?"

The love-minded Delisna tilted her head slightly, looked at Loki with a pair of adoring eyes, smiled and praised: "Prince, not everyone in this world is as smart as you, I believe you can definitely get that wonderful idea."

Ernir, inherit the throne."

Loki nodded and said softly: "Yes, Mjolnir belongs to me. Only I, Loki, am worthy to be its master, and only I, Loki, can protect the kingdom and Asgard!"
"Delisna, drive forward, I can feel Mjolnir calling me."

Delisna stepped on the accelerator and headed straight into the storm.

Although Loki said that, in his heart he really hoped that the one who could lift Mjolnir was his brother, Thor, the God of Thunder.

Farther away.

S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Coulson, dressed in a black suit, held a telescope with both hands and quietly watched the tenacious figure in the rainstorm.

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Although it was blurry, he could feel the bravery in that man. It was a kind of great bravery that was not afraid of anything and faced difficulties.

What is his relationship with this amazing celestial phenomenon?

Why is he here?

Is there something attracting him in the center of the thunderstorm?

What exactly was there where the meteorite fell?

What is that person’s identity?

Will his identity be a god?

Many gods have appeared on the earth, so there is no shortage of such one now...

After admitting that there are gods in the world, everything seems to be insignificant. Even if God comes to the world, I won't be too surprised...

It's just that it's better for humans to be able to control their own destiny, rather than letting the gods control it.

Colson squinted his eyes and fell into silence. In this silence, he began to think.

A young agent came over. He lay in Colson's ear and asked in a low voice: "Sir Colson, are we just going to do nothing and let that person go to our target location?"

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"If the director finds out, will he blame us?"

Colson waved his hand and said: "It's okay, I am the commander-in-chief of this operation, and I will be responsible for everything here."

"Give him a chance! Don't you think the way he moves forward is really touching?"

"I'm looking forward to a miracle happening, and I'm also looking forward to this miracle not happening... Humans are really complex creatures!"

"Well, besides, don't you think the front seems to be full of dangers? Such thunderstorm weather is not suitable for our actions. The best way is to stay still and wait here quietly."

"Go down and convey my order to everyone."

"Yes, Chief Colson!" The young agent saluted and retreated with Colson's order. He blinked his eyes and was very much looking forward to what this warrior who fought against nature would do next.

What a scene to create.

Colson looked into the distance quietly, curled his lips, and murmured in a low voice: "I just hope there won't be too many unexpected changes today! New York needs a quiet period of time to soothe the pain that happened in the past few days..."
"We have to give everyone a period of adaptation, right? Otherwise, it would be too harsh!"

Farther away.

On the top of the Himalayas.

In the mage's holy place.

In Kamal Taj's library.

The ancient mage, who was wearing an orange monk's robe, closed the book of white magic in her hand and turned her gaze to New York. She also saw Thor crawling forward in the heavy rain.

Ancient Yi sighed softly and said with great emotion: "Thunder God Thor? It seems that the old guy Odin is about to leave this world. Yes, he has lived for too long and needs to take a rest."

"Death is not scary to him. What is scary is that there is no outstanding successor to protect Asgard, the earth, and the nine realms."

"Thor really needs to sharpen himself. From God to man, and then from man to God, it is a good journey for him..."

"It's just a pity for Hela. She is also qualified to be a king. She has also mastered thunder. She is Mjolnir's first master... Forget it, forget it, why should I, a mage, care about the gods?

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"Let Odin handle Odin's family affairs by himself!"

At the farthest point.

High in the sky.

In Asgard.

In the palace of the King of Gods.

Odin's eyes looked toward the atrium, and he stared at the embarrassed figure crawling forward in the storm.

He stared at it for a long time, his eyes flashing with excitement, and he slowly said: "Thor, my son, my father is always proud of you! I hope you can take this step and transform from the Hammer God to the real Thor."
"I bless you from now on. You will encounter danger and you will be seriously injured, but you will not die or fall. You will always stand tall."

"Thor, my son, this is the last thing my father can do to help you."

Queen Frigga looked at Thor walking in the heavy rain, with a smile on her lips. She looked at Odin and said in a rather proud tone: "Odin, you did not choose the wrong person, Thor will make us forever proud!

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