Shadow of the Beautiful World

Grace Harbor Lighthouse, Maine.

23-year-old Arthur Curry is leaning on the sofa watching TV.

The young man was tall, 1.95 meters tall, and his whole body was as muscular as a boxer's.

He still has chic long hair and beards, a pendant on his chest, and a small vest, showing the tattoos on his arms. Well, it's not easy to mess with at first glance.

The young man's eyes and eyebrows are characteristic, and when he frowns, with long hair and beard, he looks like a wild lion.

Anyway, seeing such a person approaching on the street, 90% of people will subconsciously get out of the way.

But this young man, full of violence and crime all over his body, is an out-and-out kind person.

He belongs to the kind of guy who will find a way to feed a stray dog ​​when he sees it.

At this time, he was watching the talk show being broadcast, holding a bottle of beer and snacks in his hand, and from time to time he let out a series of barbell-like laughter because of the pictures on the TV.

Well, it looks like a dead house.

Arthur just graduated from college this year and hasn't decided to find a job yet, so he's helping out at home as a vagrant.

His father, Tom Curry, is the keeper of the lighthouse and also serves as a lifeguard at the Port of Grace Wharf. His income is not bad, and he has a monthly allowance.

So Arthur never worried about money since he was a child.

Although he is not rich, his father will buy him whatever he wants.

If the father is not willing to buy it, it doesn't matter, Arthur still has a mysterious uncle...

Well, Uncle Merlin who is generous.

When Arthur was still naive, to be precise, when he was a teenager, he would secretly call Merlin several times a month to order food and play.

Although Merlin would reprimand him every time and let him go to school, Arthur would get what he wanted in the end.

Later, when he grew up, Arthur stopped doing these childish things.

It's a pity that Uncle Merlin is too busy, and they haven't seen each other these years.

Bang, bang

While Arthur Curry was enjoying his wonderful salted fish time, there was a knock on the lighthouse door. Arthur wiped the food crumbs from his beard, stood up, and walked towards the door with the wine bottle.

After a while, he walked home with a small box in his arms.

Arthur, who is it?

Dad Tom, who was cooking in the kitchen, asked a question, and Arthur sat on the sofa, unpacking the package, and responded:

It's Uncle Merlin, Dad, he sent me another birthday present... He obviously said no last time.

From Merlin?

Tom's voice suddenly rose a few degrees, and the sound of cooking in the kitchen stopped. Tom wiped his hands while walking upstairs, rummaging for something there.

In the living room, Arthur opened the gift from Merlin.

When he was a child, Merlin would send some toys, and after he went to school, they would be replaced with books, and occasionally there would be some magic items, but those things Arthur could understand.

Only this time, Arthur couldn't understand what Merlin sent.

It was a small box the size of a palm, and inside it was a model of a trident, which looked lifelike.

Arthur put the box in the palm of his hand and looked at it before his eyes. Then he found a note under the box with happy birthday written on it and a simple sentence.

Unscrew it...

All right...

Arthur brushed his sleek long hair, he reached out and twisted the small box, and then picked up the delicate model of the golden trident with two fingers.

swish

The moment the model got out of the box, the effects of the levitation spell and shrinking spell on the model disappeared, and a 2-meter-long, golden, heavy trident appeared in Arthur's hand in a magical halo.

The starting point was extremely heavy, which made this young man with the most noble blood of Atlantis feel like he was about to take out a weapon.

cool!

Arthur held the golden trident in both hands, and he waved it around the living room like some oriental monkey.

After getting used to the weight, Arthur felt that this thing was very handy, and then, he found a small note pasted there on the edge of the trident's blade.

He took down the note, on which was written Merlin's blessing.

55% Vibration Gold, 8% Uru Gold, perfect energy conduction, extremely strong, not afraid of breakage, from your uncle Merlin, happy birthday to you...Little Devil Head Arthur.

Zhenjin...

Arthur is not an ignorant person either. He has exercised his blood power with the undersea man Vico since he was a child, and he has also heard a lot of anecdotes about this world from Vico.

He knows that the vibranium produced in Wakanda is the strongest and most expensive metal in the world. One gram of unmelted vibranium can be sold for a jaw-dropping price on the black market.

And the trident in his hand used 55% of the vibration gold, which was already a huge sum that Arthur could not imagine, and that Ulu gold.

Arthur hadn't heard of that thing, but Merlin could put it together with Zhenjin, which showed that it must not be a simple thing.

It's too expensive.

Arthur stroked the weapon in his hand. He also found some runes on it that he didn't recognize. They looked like magical runes, but they were definitely not the kind of magic that Atlanteans would use.

then!

While Arthur was looking at his birthday present, his father Tom dropped something from the second floor.

Arthur stretched out his hand quickly, clasped the thing in his hand, and found that it was a rolled scroll.

Dad, what is this?

Arthur asked curiously.

What Merlin left behind from his last visit.

Tom said to his son:

He told me that if he sends you a birthday letter this year, it means he needs you to help him run errands, do things, and maybe be a little dangerous...

He said, you can choose to refuse.

Refused? No!

Arthur unfolded the scroll in his hand, rolled his eyes at his father, and said:

For the sake of the snacks and toys that Uncle Merlin gave me when I was a child, I can't refuse... Let me see, um, the coast of Mexico... and the Pacific Ocean...

After a moment Arthur looked up at his worried father with piercing eyes, and said:

It's okay, Dad, it's just delivering things and running errands.

While talking, he took the trident that Merlin gave him, walked up the stairs quickly, rushed to the top of the lighthouse, and shouted to Tom:

Don't wait for me, you can eat first, Dad, it's a long distance from Mexico to the Pacific Ocean, and I may not be back until the afternoon.

This guy stood at the top of the lighthouse in Port of Mercy. He stretched his arms, then held the trident, and jumped from the lighthouse into the sea in a leap of faith.

The next moment, a fast-running white wave appeared under the water, which was Arthur swimming.

The blood left to him by his mother can be aroused with even more terrifying power in the sea, and in the swing of Arthur's legs, he is like a fired shell.

He ran along the east coast of North America at supersonic speed and rushed towards Mexico.

Merlin left something there, and Arthur needed to send it to the Pacific Ocean, and then give it to a man named Namor.

Well, judging by the time, that thing has been hidden there for a long time.

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puff

The sound of sharp blades piercing into the body resounded under the cold and dark sea water, as well as the sound of steel being torn, and the smell of blood escaping in the surrounding sea water.

Stirring all the sharks within a few kilometers around, these cold, emotionless horrors cruise this remote sea, seemingly waiting for a feast.

But even the most vicious and brutal of them did not dare to approach the sea smelling of blood rashly.

In the dark sea, a white monster swayed silently.

The big shark Gross is like a ghost under the sea. Under the command of its master, it is hunting down the fleeing Atlantean soldiers.

It is at the top of the food chain in the sea, and in this familiar ocean, no one can make it feel intimidated.

And its owner is also enjoying his own battle...

Or it would be more appropriate to call it massacre.

Namor held the silver trident with one hand, and under the call of this hand-fitting weapon, the sea water in this sea area became very turbulent, like a storm sprawling under the sea.

Let those Atlanteans wearing high-tech armor and holding dangerous weapons continue to get lost in the water.

Although all Atlanteans can live underwater, the gap in blood and strength makes it impossible for them to capture Namor in the dark sea.

But Namor can hunt them wantonly.

Namor enjoys this feeling of hunting, he has a grudge against these Atlanteans, his mother was expelled from his hometown, and died alone on land, all because of the stupid kingship of the underwater world .

He hates anyone who comes out of that system.

But now, they actually dared to invade the sea area where Namor lived. This was simply seeking their own death.

click

Namor clenched his fingers, the Poseidon Trident in his hand seemed to sense the user's icy will, and an arc flashed on the sharp blade of this magic weapon once used by the Greek god of the sea.

The next moment, as Namor swung the trident, the rushing water in front of his eyes immediately changed shape.

Like the sharpest and most ruthless water knife, it slashed across the bodies of these soldiers in a slashing gesture.

Silence, no sound.

Elegant and cool.

The dark water quickly returned to calm, and on the bottom of the sea, there were several headless corpses. Under the weird white and red armor, the murloc-like limbs of those Atlanteans were exposed.

Those were low-level soldiers from Atlantis, and they were not beautiful, which meant that their blood was not pure or noble.

That's Gross's dinner tonight.

Uninteresting battles...

Namor snorted, he raised his head, and saw the sunlight projected above his head from the fluctuation of the water flow, the sunlight distorted by the water flow.

He waved his feet and floated up quickly, and soon found a reef on the sea surface.

He sat on the reef, took out a handkerchief, and began to seriously wipe the weapon in his hand.

This silver trident has the power to manipulate the sea. It is the magic left by the ancient gods, and it is very compatible with Namor's blood. After getting this weapon, Namor can control the sea water more easily.

Even as long as he wants, he can unlock the power in the trident at any time, and set off a storm like a hurricane on the sea.

In his hands, this silver weapon is like a magic wand in the hands of a wizard, and it can be used to perform many lethal tricks.

However...

There was a trace of bewilderment in Namor's eyes.

He likes this docile weapon in his hand very much, but he has no memory of how he got this legendary weapon...

After he was captured by the evil Mister Omen, when he escaped from the magic den, he seemed to be holding it in his hand.

Could it be... that Mr. Omen gave it to him?

Wow, wow

The quiet, fishy sea breeze was blowing Namor's hair, and the warm afternoon sun shone on Namor, making Namor relax after a boring battle.

He put the trident by his hand, supported his body with both hands, and just closed his eyes, enjoying this rare leisure.

After joining the Mutant Nation Utopia, Namor was entrusted by Professor Charles with the task of patrolling the waters around Utopia to ensure the safety of Utopia.

The job wasn't difficult, but it was tedious, but Namor had fun doing it.

He actually liked the utopian vibe.

He wasn't a bad guy, he remembered the miserable things he had witnessed in the Morden under the control of Mister Omen, and he was eager to do something for the troubled mutants.

To make myself feel better.

After all... besides being the fallen prince of Atlantis, he's also a mutant.

A few minutes later, Namor suddenly opened his eyes, and said in a cold voice with no expression on his face:

Didn't your parents tell you... not to approach a samurai casually?

The surrounding sea was silent, as if no one was around Namor.

Are you coming out by yourself? Or am I asking you to come out?

Namor clenched the trident in his hand, he felt the person hiding under the water, peeking at him, the breath was very familiar...

Well, the same bloodline as his, from the bloodline of the royal family of Atlantis.

And just like him, the blood is not pure, half of it comes from land people.

This actually made Namor interested.

He waited for a few seconds, but there was no response. Namor sneered, and under his command, Gross, the big shark hidden in the bottom of the sea, stopped eating and rushed towards the hidden person like a silent ghost.

The next moment, amidst the young man's screams, Arthur, who was startled by the sudden appearance of a large white shark, jumped out of the sea like a cannonball.

A brilliant trajectory was drawn in the air, and then fell into the sea in front of Namor.

Wow, wow

Amidst the sound of sea water colliding, Arthur Curry rose from the sea holding a golden trident in his hand. Standing on the sea surface, he looked curiously at Namor who was leaning on the reef in front of him. After a while, he said :

I'm here to deliver something...I mean no harm.

Um?

Namor was also watching Arthur, he was very interested in Arthur's story, he said:

what?

this!

Arthur took out a triangular-shaped crystal bottle from his waist pocket. In the sunlight, the crystal bottle shone brilliantly.

And in that crystal bottle, there was a white arc of light dancing, like a fish trapped in it.

A memory bottle buried off the coast of Mexico.

Arthur threw the bottle to Namor, and the lion-like young man explained:

Uncle Merlin asked me to pass it on to you.

What is sealed inside should be your memory.