Starting as a Class Five Mutant

Chapter 220:



Looking at the scorched earth before them, Tony Stark and the others had complex expressions.

Nick had mentioned before that the strange light phenomenon that appeared on Earth recently might be related to the White-Clad Hero standing before them, claiming he was the God of Light.

At the time, they had been doubtful, not fully believing it.

But now, witnessing his control over the sunlight, they began to believe that the phenomenon might indeed be connected to him.

If that was true, could it mean the White-Clad Hero was hiding even more power?

Just imagining the amount of strength it would take to cover the entire Earth in light left them inwardly shaken.

...

At S.H.I.E.L.D.

Watching the scene unfold, Director Fury and the Chitauri commander were filled with turmoil.

"It seems it'll be hard for my master to obtain the Reality Stone now. I need to come up with a solution..." The Chitauri commander felt the weight of the situation.

Meanwhile, Nick Fury turned to the agent analyzing the data.

"Have you calculated the range of the sunlight anomaly?"

"Sir, we've got an estimate. The range was about two miles," the agent replied while pulling up footage.

On the screen, the area where the White-Clad Hero stood darkened instantly.

It was clear from the footage that this phenomenon lasted until the moment the White-Clad Hero released that sun, at which point everything returned to normal.

As he watched the footage, Nick Fury squinted his eyes, feeling more and more apprehensive. "The God of Light... Baldr, huh..."

The name alone made it clear what kind of god he was, and with such control over sunlight, it didn't surprise Fury.

As the God of Light, it would've been odd if he couldn't control the sun.

What really unnerved Fury was not just the wide range of his control, but the possibility that this god was hiding even more power-and the fact that he could alter reality.

Having read the mythological stories of Balder, the God of Light, that S.H.I.E.L.D. had gathered, Fury now had even more concerns.

His single eye gleaming with an unspoken thought, Nick Fury turned to the black-suited Agent Hill.

"Agent Hill, how are the mistletoe weapons coming along?" Fury asked gravely.

"They're almost ready," Agent Hill responded.

"I see..." Fury squinted, his eyes reflecting something unreadable.

He hadn't prepared mistletoe weapons without reason.

Flipping through a brown book, Fury murmured, "In Asgardian mythology, Balder, the God of Light, is the second son of Odin and Frigga."

"He was beloved by all the Norse gods, radiant, incomparable, his wisdom highly praised, and no demon dared enter his Bright Hall..."

Fury's eyes narrowed.

In the myths, the God of Light, Balder, simply by existing, could ease the troubles of his subjects.

But in the later parts of the story, he was frequently plagued by terrible nightmares.

Each night, Balder dreamt of his own death.

When Frigga, his mother, learned of this, she sought to protect him by traveling across the Nine Realms, asking all beings to vow not to harm him. Her grace moved all things.

Every animal, every element, every disaster, every plant, every blade... even insects.

Except for a single mistletoe seedling, which grew east of Valhalla. It was too small and weak to cause harm, so Frigga overlooked it.

But it was that small, weak mistletoe that became Balder's fatal weakness and the cause of his death.

In the end, a mistletoe branch pierced the heart of the God of Light, and in an instant, his divine light flickered out...

In that moment, the entire Nine Realms felt the impact of Balder's death. The sun lost its light and heat, and the world plunged into darkness.

Balder's death foreshadowed the coming of Ragnarök, where day would inevitably be replaced by night, signaling the end-like a weapon of causality bringing about the doom of

the gods...

Turning the pages of the storybook, Fury muttered, "I hope this will work..."

Because of this myth, he had specially prepared many mistletoe weapons-mistletoe arrows, bullets mixed with mistletoe, bombs, and more.

Fury believed that myths didn't emerge from thin air. Perhaps this was the White-Clad Hero's only weakness.

If one day the White-Clad Hero lost control, these weapons would be their only way to counter him! As for the consequences of Balder's death, Fury instinctively brushed them aside.

He didn't think it was possible. How could the sun simply lose its light and heat, plunging the world into darkness?

Fury assumed that part of the myth was exaggerated. Based on Thor's behavior, the Asgardian gods probably didn't have such world-altering abilities.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Back in Svartalfheim, the remaining Dark Elves immediately realized what had happened. They even witnessed the footage of their leader's death.

"This can't be..."

"How could this happen..."

Watching the footage of their leader's demise, the Dark Elves were filled with shock and

terror.

"A weak Midgard... has such a powerful being?"

They were filled with both hatred and fear toward the one who had killed their leader. At this

point, they had no plans to set foot on Earth again.

Now, Earth had been marked as a forbidden zone.

As for avenging their leader and comrades, they'd have to wait for another opportunity. Perhaps one day they'd find the White-Clad Hero in a weakened state, and only then would

they act. But for now...

Seeing the terrifying power of the White-Clad Hero, nearly every Dark Elf was filled with fear.

...

Meanwhile, in Asgard.

Frigga's eyes were filled with surprise.

"Divine power..." Odin's expression was serious, mixed with confusion.

From the sun the child had summoned at the end, Odin sensed traces of divine power.

Moreover, that divine power felt strangely familiar.

It seemed to be the same divine power passed down through the royal family of Asgard...

Of course, given the distance, Odin wasn't sure if he had sensed it correctly.

As for the child's divine bloodline, or other specifics about his godly nature, they couldn't be determined from this distance either.

Only when this child stood before him would Odin be able to make a final judgment.

Still, based on what he had already sensed, Odin's attitude had shifted.

"I hope Thor can bring this child back to Asgard..." Odin murmured.

When he sent Thor to Midgard, he had instructed him not only to stop Malekith's plot but also

to bring back the child with divine power so Odin could verify his identity.

Heimdall, standing nearby, glanced at Odin and Frigga's expressions and couldn't help but

show a knowing look.

At this moment, his attitude toward the White-Clad Hero had also changed.

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