Marvel: My Sign-in System

Leon nodded silently.

Ever since he had acquired the Sky Blade battleship, he had utilized the genetic samples collected from everyone, including Wanda, to create a super gene serum. This serum, specifically tailored for Wanda and the others, optimized their genes and significantly enhanced their potential.

This was why Wanda and the rest had advanced so rapidly in strength within such a short period. Nearly everyone had reached the general level, with many on the verge of breaking through to the vice-emperor and emperor levels. The serum also greatly extended the golden period of their strength development, ensuring their progress would only accelerate over time.

For Natasha, Sergei, and the others, there would be no bottlenecks before reaching the Sky Father level. Their strength would continue to grow exponentially.

However, Leon had not injected the super gene serum himself.

It wasn't due to any mental reservations; rather, he simply wasn't in a rush. With his current abilities, he didn't feel the need for immediate enhancement. His real power lay in the long-range support provided by the Sky Blade battleship, which effectively granted him Sky Father-level combat capabilities.

That said, acquiring and utilizing Thor Odinson's genetic sample was a different matter entirely. Once Keira synthesized the god gene, Leon wouldn't hesitate to inject it.

This was the source of his current joy.

With the god gene, Leon's strength would skyrocket, enabling him to reach the Sky Father level in record time. Coupled with the support of the Sky Blade series, his power would surpass all others at that level, making him the strongest among the Sky Fathers.

This had been one of his early plans.

Moreover, Leon's sign-in system had accumulated a lot of days, the result of three years of diligence. Soon, the other battleships in the Sky Blade Seven series would be completed, heralding another wave of immense benefits.

Leon was patient. Like a meticulous fruit farmer, he waited day and night for the harvest to ripen.

Keisha watched as the corners of Leon's mouth curled into a smile. Her bright, beautiful eyes fixed on him.

Though she was technically a piece of memory data, that didn't mean she lacked emotions. She possessed all the memories of Keisha's angelic form and could rightfully be considered Keisha herself—only without a physical body.

She experienced joy and sorrow.

As she observed Leon's steady growth, she couldn't help but feel happiness for her captain. In this universe, one far removed from the original, she yearned to accompany Leon, witness his ascension, and see him reach unprecedented heights.

Keisha was confident that day would come.

Asgard

"Loki, did he truly do this?" Frigga asked, her voice tinged with sadness.

"Yes, Mother," Thor replied. "Everything he did sparked war. We cannot forgive his actions. He deceived you, Father, and all of Asgard."

Frigga's gaze softened. "Thor, perhaps you do not yet understand why he acted this way. He's lost and confused. Maybe when you find him, you will understand."

In the grand halls of Asgard, Thor stood silently, clad in his battle armor, watching as his mother turned and left. Her words lingered in his mind, but he pushed them aside and strode toward the throne room.

Inside, Sif and Fandral awaited his arrival. As Thor entered, they greeted him with urgency.

"How is Heimdall?" Thor asked immediately.

"His abdomen was pierced, but the wound isn't fatal. However, his mind is still clouded by Loki's deceptive magic. He's undergoing treatment, and we believe he'll recover soon," Sif reported.

Thor nodded grimly.

"We searched all of Asgard but found no trace of Loki," Sif continued, hesitating. "The guards claim they didn't see him either, Thor..."

Thor understood her unspoken concern. "Loki's crimes are unforgivable, but we must find him and bring him to trial."

He clenched his fists. "I'll hunt him down personally. Loki is a master of deception and concealment. If he chooses to hide, he will be difficult to find—especially now that he's taken Gungnir."

Thor's voice hardened at the mention of the weapon.

Gungnir was more than just Odin's spear. It was a symbol of Asgard's supremacy and authority. Its loss would cause a scandal among the gods.

Publicly and privately, Thor resolved to retrieve Gungnir and apprehend Loki as soon as possible.

"I'll leave Asgard in your care," he told Sif. "Once Heimdall recovers, we'll need his vision."

With that, Thor turned and left, leaving Sif and the others exchanging uneasy glances.

Elsewhere

In a retro-style underground base, a secret Hydra meeting was underway.

Leading the assembly was Alexander Pierce, former director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and now a minister of the World Security Council.

Seated at the table were a man in a suit and glasses, a striking blonde woman with a beauty mark near her lip, and an aristocratic man of Eastern European descent.

"Pierce, why summon us in Hydra's name?" the blonde woman asked, her voice soft as she examined her freshly manicured nails.

Pierce removed his glasses, his gaze sharp. "Mrs. Ophelia, your recent activities have been quite impressive. Your dedication to Hydra's resurgence is commendable."

Though his words were flattering, Ophelia narrowed her eyes, sensing the subtle undertone of a veiled threat.

Among Hydra's leaders, Ophelia was the newest and least established. Compared to someone of Pierce's stature, her position was tenuous.

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