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Chapter 112 The Emperor of All Laws! This is a divine decree! [116k]
When Ian opened his eyes.
A strange smell, a mixture of sea salt and rosemary, immediately filled my nostrils.
He found himself sitting at a long table carved with Norse runes, with several marks on the surface that looked like they were from a battle axe, and a lot of sticky, old grime.
The whale oil lamp hanging from the ceiling swayed gently in the breeze, casting dappled light and shadow on the oak floor and illuminating the beer-bellied man who looked like Thor.
It was actually midday here at Marvel, but there was hardly any sunlight coming from inside the restaurant. At first, Ian thought he had stumbled into some kind of pyramid scheme.
"New customer! Really, how about today's special?" The beer-bellied man extended a warm invitation again, his voice deep and resonant like a muffled thunderclap inside a metal barrel.
"I'm on a diet, so I can't eat anything."
Ian glanced at the countdown below his field of vision. There were still about ten hours left, which would likely allow him to unlock the new class, [Entropy Lord], soon after he finished this Marvel adventure.
He felt like he was starving to the point of turning into a geoduck clam.
"I'll eat it again when I'm no longer on a diet."
Ian could smell the cooking in the air, and it smelled pretty good. The reason he was able to recognize the man in front of him as Thor was because the other man was cooking.
The burly bearded man was using iron tongs to stir-fry something, and the blue arcs of electricity dancing on the tongs were quite obvious. At the same time, a garlic smell wafted from the Thor's hammer hanging next to him.
Oh.
The hammer still has a hint of Sichuan peppercorn and rosemary scent, showing that it remains very important in this kitchen and that its user is unwilling to even wash it.
"You are Thor Odinson, the God of Thunder of Asgard, right?"
Ian made the final confirmation.
"Hahaha! That's right, it's me." The burly man's laughter made the silverware in the sideboard clang. "Looks like my 500 gold coins for appearing on the 'Food Hound' show really paid off!"
His identity has been confirmed.
Ian was once again deeply impressed by the new Marvel.
He had imagined Thor might be a blacksmith, a drunkard, or even an e-sports player, but what was this slovenly cook wielding a spatula with his apron covered in sauce?
"I highly recommend you try the Lightning Octopus Baked Set Meal."
Thor shook the cast-iron pot in his hand with a smug expression, still relentlessly trying to sell it. The sauce in the pot bubbled and splattered onto his soy sauce-colored chef's apron.
It's just like a thunder king trying to poison sentient beings.
"The spices here are all air-freighted from Asgard, purely imported, and of high quality at low prices." Thor's sales tactics also employed some psychological tactics reminiscent of the idea that "the grass is always greener on the other side."
He may not have realized a problem.
His restaurant may have good ingredients, but the environment is terrible. No diner could stand it, so the location was definitely a mistake.
This restaurant should be located in India, across the ocean. Only Indians would appreciate such a clean and hygienic dining environment.
"No thanks."
Ian had just stood up.
But then Thor burst out of the open kitchen, giving off a menacing vibe, like he was about to rob someone if he couldn't make a sale. Of course, the burly man was actually just trying to keep Ian as a customer.
"You must think my ingredients aren't fresh. Come on, let's go take a look. I guarantee you'll understand how conscientious I am. The giant octopus was fighting the Kraken just three hours ago."
Thor attempted to abduct children, and his strength was truly immense. Even with Ian's current physical abilities, it seemed he couldn't overpower the future king of Asgard.
“The ingredients are still alive the moment you put them in your mouth.” Thor enthusiastically pulled Ian’s arm, lifted the animal-skin curtain, and led Ian into the incredibly spacious backyard. The landlord’s foolish son was really rich, able to live such a luxurious life in New York, where land is so expensive, as if he were running a farmhouse in the countryside.
In the middle of a spacious open-air courtyard.
There is a "swimming pool" that is comparable to a small lake. The huge pool is piled with ice and spice jars, and an octopus that is bigger than a truck is lying in it, barely alive.
It is indeed big enough.
However, claiming that it can fight the Kraken is probably a case of false advertising.
"Look at this huge suction cup! Perfect for teppanyaki!" Thor, unaware of Ian's opinion, excitedly pointed to the circular indentation on the octopus's tentacle, which was as large as a wheel, and began his introduction.
"And the meat at the end of this tentacle is also very delicious. Which part would you like to eat? I can cut some for you to try first. Please support my restaurant business." Thor leaned closer to the giant octopus. He was about to cut some sashimi for Ian, which was definitely oversized and contained parasites. It was an octopus that was longer than a hundred.
"Wow~"
The giant octopus, which had seemed to be on the verge of death, suddenly sprang up, and one of its tentacles lashed out like lightning, wrapping around Thor's neck and pulling him into the water!
This is truly a lack of martial ethics and a sneak attack.
"Ugh!!"
Torton immediately let out a terrified scream. He sank into the water, gulping down several mouthfuls, struggling fiercely, but his struggles seemed completely chaotic.
He doesn't resemble the powerful Thor of Asgard at all.
"Oh no! It's kissing me!" Thor waved his hands above the pool and stomped his feet below, though he didn't seem particularly happy.
The Prince of Asgard.
At this moment, it was struggling like a tree frog that had fallen into the water.
Amidst the bubbling sound of bubbles.
He was crying out.
It's gnawing on my ear!
Thor, constantly bobbing up and down in the water, looked like he was about to cry from fright.
"It might just want to spread a little bit of its own R'lyeh Gospel to you—that's genuinely filthy stuff, I won't eat it, but you will."
Ian sighed softly.
He casually wiped the seawater that had splashed onto his face.
"help me!"
Thor has been dragged to the center of the pool.
The sound became intermittent.
"Take my hammer!"
The world may have changed, but he's still the same hammer god. Ian looked back and saw that Thor's hammer was still hanging by the kitchen door, showing no intention of going to rescue its master.
Ian understood perfectly. If he were to be Thor's hammer, hammering rosemary, pepper, and garlic every day, he would definitely pretend not to see Thor in danger.
"You're a hammer, it's normal that you don't have eyes." Ian found a good excuse for Thor's hammer, but in the end, he still helped Thor take the hammer.
It's not heavy.
There might not be Odin's [Inability to Erect] spell above.
"Give."
Ian threw Thor's hammer directly into the pool without offering any help. He still had a lingering confusion about the combat power of the new Marvel heroes.
Anyway, Thor definitely won't drown.
but.
The hammer traced a perfect parabola.
Thor broke free of the tentacles at the last second, leaping to catch the weapon. In an instant, the weather changed, and a torrent of lightning descended from the sky—then struck him directly. His golden hair was transformed into a stylish afro, and the black smoke he exhaled formed a small thundercloud in the air.
He looked like he almost electrocuted himself.
"Zizzizi~"
The aroma of grilled squid and grilled Thor wafted through the air.
Because it's an electric oven.
It lacks the unique aroma of charcoal grilling.
"Help……"
Thor floated on the water.
His eyes rolled back, making him look like a carp that had just been electrocuted. It was really puzzling; he could clearly generate electricity himself, yet after summoning a bolt of lightning that fell from the sky, he rolled his eyes back even before the giant octopus.
of course.
The giant octopus's health bar is clearly not as thick as Thor's.
The power of heavenly lightning is indeed terrifying.
The entire swimming pool was constantly flashing with countless electric arcs.
As the electric arcs continued to surge, the giant octopus was completely charred. Thor was still alive, but in bad shape; he was smoking and convulsing in the pool.
"Damn it, I didn't bring my camera. Otherwise, I would have definitely shown Mom that this guy is truly abstract." Ian thought as Thor was about to sink to the bottom of the water.
He finally rushed into the pool and pulled Thor out.
Berserker Experience +3
The residual lightning power could still harm Ian's body, something Ian had already discovered after snapping his fingers last time; he was no longer the invincible being he once was in this world.
It's just like losing its usefulness.
The employee suffered a severe pay cut from his company. However, the good news is that OAA might be a capitalist rather than an entrepreneur, so Ian still received some consolation money.
[Taking Control of Destiny]
Although there was no description of its effects, it did indeed appear silently in Ian's status bar after he entered the Marvel Universe.
Better than nothing.
"Huhuhu~"
After Thor was rescued by Ian, he lay flat on the ground, blowing bubbles all the while. His hair was frizzy, but his round beer belly was the real heavyweight.
"It's time to lose some weight."
Ian offered his well-intentioned advice.
The only result was Thor spitting a jet of water in his face.
My belly has indeed shrunk a tiny bit.