Summon the Villain: Marvel.

Death slowly came to the three sisters of fate, the black robe slid silently under her feet, as if death itself was flowing under her feet. Her eyes, as deep as the night sky, stared at the three goddesses of fate, with a cold light flashing in her eyes. She raised her head slightly, and her tone was cold and unquestionable: "Three sisters of fate, today, I need you to offer your blessings to Thanos's power of death."

The three sisters looked at each other, and Clotho spoke first. Her voice was low and a little awe-inspiring: "Death, your original form deserves our respect. After all, you control the ultimate power of the universe. But you in front of us are just a female consciousness. You should understand that the power of fate is not something you can control at will, especially for an existence that is doomed to fail." There was a hint of disdain in her tone.

Lachesis raised the corner of his mouth slightly, with a hint of sarcasm: "You want us to help Thanos? He may be extremely powerful in the eyes of mortals, but in front of Thor's thunder, he is just an ordinary man. Fate has destined Thanos to die at the hands of Thor. Do you think we will go against the arrangement of fate and help him achieve the impossible goal?"

Atropos frowned slightly, a trace of uneasiness flashed in her eyes, but she remained calm: "The thread of fate has been woven, and our duty is to maintain the universe... rather than to provide assistance to an existence that attempts to challenge the order of the gods. If you want us to help Thanos, wouldn't that mean we should destroy the order we maintain with our own hands?"

Death heard the three sisters' answers, and a sneer appeared on her cold face. She raised her white fingers slightly, and a faint black light flashed on her fingertips. Her voice was still calm, but full of irresistible pressure: "Do you really think that the power of fate can remain indifferent in front of me? I don't care whether Thanos can defeat Thor, I only care whether he can achieve the goal I set for him."

She glanced at the three sisters one by one, with an unquestionable coldness: "If you are unwilling to offer your blessing to him, then you will no longer be the Three Sisters of Fate, but the Three Sisters of Death under my control."

Death's words were like a cold wind blowing, and the whole space suddenly fell into silence. Clotho's expression changed slightly, and her fingers tightly grasped the spindle of fate, as if she felt the threat from death. A trace of anger flashed in Lachesis's eyes, and the scissors in her hand trembled slightly. Atropos seemed even more uneasy, and her spinning wheel turned gently, as if trying to untie some invisible bondage.

Clotho spoke first, with a hint of warning in his tone: "Death, you may be able to control the fate of individual creatures, but you cannot change the ultimate laws of the universe. Even if you turn us into the so-called 'Three Sisters of Death', the power of fate will not succumb to your will."

Lachesis followed closely with a sharper tone: "You underestimate the power of fate, and you also underestimate our loyalty to fate. You want us to go against our duties and help an existence that is doomed to fail. This in itself is a blasphemy against fate. We will not succumb to your threats."

Although Atropos was uneasy, she still said firmly: "The power of fate will not change easily, and we will not be shaken by your threats. What we are protecting is the universe..., not some mortal who attempts to challenge the order of the gods."

Death's eyes gradually became sharper, and her voice was as cold as ice: "Do you really think that I am just talking casually? Fate may be your duty, but death is the end of all living things. Today, I can cut the thread of your fate and make you slaves of my will."

She slowly stepped forward, and gently stroked Clotho's spindle with her white palm. In an instant, the silk thread on the spindle seemed to be corroded by some invisible force and began to turn black rapidly. A trace of fear flashed in Clotho's eyes, and she quickly pulled back her hand, tightly grasped the spindle, and looked at death with a solemn face.

"You...you actually dared to touch the thread of fate!" There was disbelief and anger in Closo's voice. Her hand holding the spindle trembled slightly, and her eyes flashed with complex emotions.

Death's mouth curled up slightly, his eyes full of coldness and disdain: "The thread of fate? It's just a thin thread in the universe. In front of death, nothing can escape."

Lachesis's expression became even gloomier, her scissors trembled slightly, and her tone was filled with suppressed anger: "You do have great power, but you cannot control fate. We have protected the balance of the universe for thousands of years, and we will not succumb to your threats!"

Death sneered, slowly turned around, looked directly at the three sisters, and said with an unquestionable coldness: "My patience is limited. You can choose to continue to challenge my authority, but you will bear the consequences. If you are unwilling to bless Thanos, then the thread of your destiny will be controlled by me personally."

She raised her fingers again, and the dark light that made people's heart palpitate flickered on her fingertips, as if she could cut off the thread of fate of the three sisters with just a slight movement. A heavy sense of oppression filled the air, as if the shadow of death had already shrouded the heads of the three sisters.

A hint of hesitation flashed in Atropos's eyes, and her fingers gently stroked the spinning wheel, as if she was thinking about something. Lachesis's eyes remained firm, but there was a hint of tension between her brows. Clotho held the spindle tightly, his face solemn, and he kept weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

Death's deep eyes flashed with a dangerous light, and his tone was cold and impatient: "My patience is limited, three sisters of fate. I don't need to repeat myself. You can continue to waste time fighting me, but the result has already been determined. If the thread of your destiny is not blessed by Thanos, I will cut it with my own hands."

Amid the threat of death, the three sisters looked at each other, as if they had a telepathic connection. Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos said in unison, in a low and solemn voice: "Death, you already have an opponent." This sentence cut through the air like a gust of wind, carrying endless foreshadowing and warnings.

Death frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he stared at the three sisters coldly with deep disdain on his face: "Opponent? Who dares to call himself an opponent in front of Death?" Her voice was cold, like a call from the depths of hell.

At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly appeared above the battlefield, and the Rainbow Bridge of Asgard fell from the sky, shining directly on the area where the three sisters of fate and death were. The light dissipated, and a man wearing Asgard armor slowly walked out of the Rainbow Bridge, his eyes were firm, and there was a hint of unruly smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Ah... It seems I'm not too late." Nathan Hawke walked up to the three sisters, raised his head slightly, and looked at Death. There was a hint of teasing in his eyes: "Interesting, on my way here, someone told me that my opponent is 'Death', you know? I was almost scared to death." Nathan Hawke shrugged, his tone full of ease and teasing, "But when they told me that this was just the female consciousness of Death, I was relieved."

Death heard this teasing, her eyes slowly fell on Nathan Hawke, and her eyebrows slightly raised. She looked him up and down, her eyes flashing with a deep light, her tone was still cold, but with a hint of interest: "Odin? Heimdall? No... Who are you? How could I not see through your identity? Is it the magic they used to cover you up? Are you Odin's wife?"

Nathan Hawke smiled lightly, his expression full of disdain and confidence: "As for me... I'm just a Kamen Rider passing by, who just finished one battle after another."

Death stared at Nathan for a moment, with a strange smile on her face: "You are very special. Your name is: Nathan Hawke. I want to ask you something." She walked forward slowly, with a mysterious temptation in her voice, "Are you willing to be my spokesperson? But please note, it's not me who is interested in you, but Death."

Hearing this, the three sisters of fate standing behind Nathan Hawke suddenly showed shock on their faces, and they all looked at Nathan Hawke with wide eyes. Clotho spoke first, with a hint of disbelief in his tone: "You...actually, the real 'Death' has taken a fancy to you?"

Lachesis also frowned and said in a low voice: "The true spokesperson of death... This is not a fate that mortals can easily bear."

Atropos couldn't help showing a complicated expression, muttering to himself: "It seems that things are more complicated than we expected."

Nathan Hawke raised his eyebrows slightly, a look of curiosity appeared on his face, and asked softly: "What are the benefits of being the spokesperson for death?" There was a hint of cynicism in his words, as if he didn't care about the serious situation before him.

Death in front of him did not respond immediately. Her deep eyes stared at Nathan, as if examining his soul. The black robe fluttered silently around her, bringing a suffocating chill. Death's expression was cold and grim, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, but she did not speak, as if answering Nathan's question with silence.

The three sisters of fate seemed more nervous than death at this moment. Clotho took a step forward slowly, speaking in a low and serious voice: "Becoming the spokesperson of death is no joke, Nathan Hawke. This responsibility gives you abilities beyond mortals. You will control the power of life and death and can easily manipulate the fate of living beings. Your life span will no longer be limited by time, and death will no longer be your destination, but this also means that you will always be bound by the shadow of death and unable to escape its control."

Lachesis followed closely behind with a hint of warning in his tone: "Becoming the spokesperson of death, you will no longer be a mortal, but the embodiment of death. You need to carry out the will of the only one and become a tool for the only one to expand his power in the universe. You will walk between life and death, harvest souls, and add strength to the kingdom of the only one. Any behavior that goes against the will of death will incur a devastating punishment."

Atropos shook his head slowly, with a hint of pity in his tone: "Once you set foot on this road, your fate will never turn back. You will become a walking corpse, losing your original freedom and happiness. Everything you have - feelings, friendship, family affection, will disappear with the will of death. You will walk alone in the world, no one can understand you, and no one can save you."

The voices of the three sisters echoed in the air like a warning bell, carrying a heavy warning and ominous omen. Their eyes fell on Nathan Hawke. They replied in unison: "But! If you become the spokesperson of death, you will become the true god under God!"