American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

"Finally, it's over."

Spider-Man Peter Parker slumped on the rooftop of a tall building, looking at the city at night, and let out a long sigh of relief. After seven hours of intense fighting, the situation was finally brought under control.

In addition to Hebron's and Stark's mechanical armies, groups of spontaneously formed mutants also joined the battlefield. Osborne Industries also showcased its technological products and recruited manpower, making a strong impression on the world.

Norman Osborn was overjoyed at the surge in popularity and the follow-up orders promised by S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military. This disaster was comparable to a spectacular GG that attracted worldwide attention. Although Osborne Industries was not the most outstanding, it was ultimately one of the outstanding ones.

"I'm hungry!"

A faint female voice suddenly sounded behind Spider-Man Peter, startling him so much that he almost fell directly from the three-hundred-meter-high rooftop. He turned his head and saw An Jing's face was less than five centimeters away from him, full of seriousness.

"Don't you have your own food?" Spider-Man was completely helpless against An Jing now. With Gwen as the host, his spider-sense was so dull to her that it had almost no effect.

"That's the main course." An Jing was dissatisfied. She just wanted to eat something else now, to change her taste. For example, those strange birds and such.

"Okay, okay, I got it." Peter sighed and stood up, asking An Jing, "What do you want to eat?"

"Bird wings, bird legs, that big lion looks pretty good too." An Jing pointed down below, she had collected a lot of rations during the previous battle, and she remembered the location of each one clearly.

"I can make it for you, but you have to know, this is the first time I've handled these ingredients." Peter switched his suit to chef mode, which he had specifically requested from Stark.

There was no other way, anyone whose girlfriend had someone like An Jing, as a boyfriend, would have to make some preparations. Especially when the other party wasn't fond of you.

So, besides his studies and fighting crime, Peter also went to take various cooking training classes and such, to cater to An Jing's preferences. He definitely wouldn't have had the time and energy before, as his studies and part-time jobs took up all his time, but since signing that agreement with S.H.I.E.L.D., S.H.I.E.L.D. would deposit a generous sum of money into his account every month, enough to greatly improve his and Aunt May's quality of life, and also allow him to have extra money to learn more hobbies.

Since Peter became her exclusive chef, although An Jing still verbally disliked him, the frequency of her complaints actually dropped sharply. For An Jing, the chef profession had too much of a positive bonus. Especially with the ability to control every bit of strength and muscle, rapid learning speed, and rapidly improving skills, Peter's likability kept increasing.

Peter felt that with his cooking skills now, he could completely open a restaurant that would satisfy all food lovers. After all, when it came to eating, An Jing wasn't someone who could be easily satisfied.

A drone descended from the sky and landed in front of Peter. A beam of light shot out from the front of the drone, projecting Stark's face.

"We're done here!" Before Stark could speak, Peter replied first.

"The team is having a get-together, do you want to come?" Stark extended an invitation.

"Where?" An Jing stretched her head out from behind Peter and faced Stark.

"Super Burger, it will give you the address." Stark said hastily, and then closed the communication. But before closing, Peter still heard Stark's tail end: "Whoa, okay, okay! Hulk, the battle is over, don't hit me, I'm not a monster..."

...

"Dr. Selvig, thank you for your help." Nick Fury thanked Dr. Selvig. If it weren't for Selvig's research and equipment, they wouldn't have been able to control the weak transfer space layer.

"I'm happy to help you. Hebron and Stark provided a lot of equipment, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to do it." Dr. Selvig chuckled. As someone who had accepted a considerable amount of space knowledge from the Space Stone, he had always been obsessed with studying space, and this incident just happened to put his research results to use.

"They are already in expedited manufacturing."

Nick always had absolute confidence in Hebron and Stark when it came to manufacturing. Especially Hebron, whose manufacturing technology surpassed the current technological limit of this planet.

A golden light fell from the sky and landed in front of Nick. The light dissipated, and the well-dressed Steve Rogers landed, easily stabilizing his body on the ground.

"There are some troubles." Steve nodded to Dr. Selvig first, then turned his gaze to Nick.

"What troubles?" Nick felt a tightness in his heart. The situation had just been brought under control, and if there were any more changes, it would obviously be another wave. This had been enough of a hassle already, the casualties and losses were even greater than the last Chitauri invasion, and if there were any more changes, he would have to frantically call Luke.

"Do you need me to leave for a moment?" Dr. Selvig looked at the two people with uneasy expressions, his eyes scanning back and forth between them, asking suggestively. Although he was a relatively pure scholar, it didn't mean he had no emotional intelligence at all. He had it, but he often gave up on it. But right now, a head of an agent, a national leader, seemed like he didn't need to be involved in their secret conversations. He wasn't curious or concerned about these secrets anyway.

"No need, there's nothing to hide, Dr. Selvig." Steve shook his head to stop Selvig from leaving, and said with a troubled expression, "There's a group of aliens."

"Aliens?" Nick's good eye widened, and Dr. Selvig next to him also became a little interested.

"Are they like Thor? Or the Chitauri?" Dr. Selvig asked curiously.

"If I'm not mistaken, they should be from other realms of the Nine Realms. I communicated with them, it's the language of the Nine Realms. In their words, they don't even know how they got here, but their homeland has been almost completely destroyed by the Dark Legion."

"Refugees?" Nick immediately gave a self-aware and accurate description.

"Yes, one of them seems to be a big figure from one of the Nine Realms. She has applied to us for a temporary place to live. They will leave after their home planet returns to normal." Steve spread his hands with some distress: "You know, this kind of thing is very troublesome. Because it involves Midgard and the other Nine Realms, so I think, this should be handed over to S.H.I.E.L.D. to coordinate and handle."

"Do they pay?" Nick didn't care that the Captain was adding burdens and tasks to him, as conscientious as he was, he didn't care about this either, besides, this was within the scope of his responsibilities anyway. What he was concerned about now was whether he could earn a fortune from it? There was no way, he couldn't freeload on Luke's new currency, and he was burdened with a pile of debt, so of course he could only do his best to increase revenue and reduce expenditure.

"You guys talk." Captain Steve was a good person, but not a bottomless pit of a nice guy. He handed the matter over to Nick, so naturally he thought Nick should be able to handle it well. But in the end, he still reminded him: "Remember to pay taxes, um, new currency tax!"

"Where did this tax come from?" Nick was stunned.

"Just drafted, about to be launched." Captain Steve smiled.

"Is there anything else?" Seeing that the Captain was still looking at him, Nick, whose mood was not good because of the tax, asked. His mind was now full of how to legally and legitimately retain his new currency income, even if it was paid in real currency proportionally.

"There are also some prisoners from the Nine Realms." Steve said hastily, facing Nick's stinky face: "As people from the Dark Legion, some of them also came here through the Nine Realms convergence, and even fought with another group of people..."

"I know, I will prepare a temporary [residence] for them." Nick understood the unspoken meaning in Steve's words. Isn't it just a prison? S.H.I.E.L.D. has enough prisons, if not, remodel some of the bases used to seal dangerous objects, and they can also serve as prisons. Anyway, he has sold a lot of those things in recent years, more or less. It's not good to leave them idle.

...

While the Earth was in chaos, with a myriad of things to deal with, what was Luke doing? Well, he was facing the saliva of two collaborators. Or rather, one of the collaborators.

Mephisto sat in his seat in a fit of anger, glaring with wide eyes, looking at Odin and Luke at the other end of the round table with displeasure.

"I kindly sent manpower to help you, what kind of spirit is this? In the universe for so long, which dimension demon could do what I did? But you, how can you harm your collaborators? What did I do wrong? I didn't! I knew that dimension demons couldn't do what you humans call good deeds, it's all trouble!"

"Give it a rest, you've been complaining for a whole day and night." Luke tossed a can of the original liquid over, feeling a little helpless. He and Odin had been forced to sit here like prisoners, listening to Mephisto's complaints for a whole day, from his hard work, to his laborious and meritorious deeds, to his great kindness, to his friendly and mutually helpful collaborators, reliable character, and finally to indignation and lamentation. The accuracy of the emotional shifts, the passion and resentment of the tone, were hair-raising.

"Only a day and a night, is that a long time? When dimension demons interact with each other, how long does it take? Don't use the time of mortals to calculate our time. I've only just said a little bit." Mephisto snorted coldly, but he still liked the original liquid that Luke threw over and accepted it.

"So? What is your request?" Gu Yi, who had been pulled over by Odin and Luke halfway to sit with them, raised her eyes and asked. Mephisto had plenty of time to waste, but the three of them didn't have that much time to waste with him here. Didn't they see Odin's hand holding Gungnir loosening and tightening several times? Gu Yi suspected that if she shouted to do it now, Odin might not even think about it and just throw a spear at Mephisto. Even if it couldn't kill him, at least it could give them a few days of peace and quiet.

"What the hell is that abyss?" Mephisto's mask-like face changed with various emotions, and finally, he carefully asked the question.

"You've been contaminated?" Odin suddenly felt a little Schadenfreude. Even he didn't want to go to Nidavellir now, not even a bit.

"How could I be contaminated?" Mephisto excitedly retorted, "I just want to know, who created this immoral thing? And who released it? Doesn't it know how much trouble it will bring to the universe and us?"

"The Hell dimension has been contaminated." Gu Yi, who had been closing her eyes, suddenly opened them and said.

"How do you know?" Mephisto looked at her in astonishment, then his face changed like a mortal wearing a green hat, unpredictable. Hell's power erupted from him, and he couldn't bear it any longer and cursed: "You stole my energy again?"

"No, I'm just trying to figure out what exactly happened in the Hell dimension." Gu Yi retorted implicitly.

"You can't handle that energy either?" Odin's focus was on the other side. He didn't expect that the Hell dimension was also afraid of the pollution of the abyss energy?

"The volume is not large, but it's disgusting! It's like a contagious virus faced by mortals. It won't kill you, but I don't want all my subordinates to become lunatics!" Mephisto had no intention of complaining and scolding anymore. He restrained his energy and spread his hands: "If they all become lunatics, who will help us work?"

"How did you get contaminated with that energy? Shouldn't you stay far away from it?" Odin was a little puzzled. That kind of energy, like the deepest darkness, was also the most filthy [garbage]. Not only could it contaminate living things, but also inanimate objects, and even give them consciousness. Shouldn't you run as far as possible when you encounter it?

Hearing this, Mephisto looked at Odin with a resentful face.

"It's the demons." Luke understood the reason. "There were demons contaminated by the abyss energy on the battlefield. After they returned to the Hell dimension, they brought the abyss back."

Mephisto's face immediately became even more stinky.

"Is there any way to clear it?" Mephisto couldn't bear his Hell dimension and his men becoming [garbage dumps]. That energy was strong, but it was disgusting! It was poisonous! Who would use this energy to play without having a bad brain? Before fighting, go crazy yourself first.

"I'm afraid it's difficult to clear. Its stubbornness and pollution cannot be eliminated." Luke said. It was already purified to the extreme, leaving only the purest source of pollution, how could it be filtered and resolved? There was no way to solve it.

"Is there really no way?" Power surged from Mephisto again. He felt that if he couldn't have a good time, then it would be good to drag a few more friends into the water together.

Odin and Gu Yi instantly raised their strength and looked at each other. They could see that Mephisto was already a bit berserk, and they were wary of his sudden attack.

"There is a way." Luke's words dispelled the tense atmosphere in the conference room, and even the energy that was colliding violently suddenly became gentle and soft.

"Seal it." Facing the gazes of the three, Luke spread his hands: "After sealing it, then discuss how to deal with it. If it doesn't work, throw it to other demon gods' homes and let them have a headache."

PS: Thanks to the silent peak classmate for the reward