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Chapter 58: The God of Mischief (2)

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It was chaos. Everything was broken, and buildings were wrecked. People fled for their lives, and few failed on their way. Feeble humans were dying, they were being injured, while the few gifted individuals of this era were giving their best to end this all.

For a God like him, as he sat down and drank wine, surrounded by the roofless bar that had fallen to the Chitauri earlier, all this felt… amusing at best.

Sometimes debris would fly by, and sometimes the Chitauri would shoot their beams at him. He would just step to the side, still sitting on a stool, and watch the beam pass by like a sluggish snail.

For him, the Messenger of Olympus, the God of speed, and thieves – Hermes – this was just another war humanity fought in their thousand years of reign.

‘Frankly speaking, this is special since it’s an Alien Invasion, but oh well.’

He wore a classy suit, his blonde hair slicked back, and a glass of wine in his hand that he sipped slowly.

This lowly wine wasn’t of his taste, but he drank it anyway to make a note to himself, to remind himself of the luxury he lives in. Occasionally, it’s better to let one realize just how much better they were than the others.

Not that he had come here to enjoy bad wine, nor that he enjoyed this suit and slicked-back hair, Hermes was here for something else entirely.

Enrique Nova, Avatar to Egypt Goddess Mut, had recently been causing quite a scene. To be fair, it wasn’t enough to garner the attention of All-Father Zeus, so this visit wasn’t anything official, but Hermes was interested in seeing this human in person before he would inevitably cause bigger scenes.

He wasn’t expecting an Alien Invasion, though.

Hermes wasn’t planning to converse with Enrique, per se. He just wished to see the man for once. One could say Hermes just missed the earth and wanted to see the state it was at right now; he just used Enrique as an excuse to come to visit this mortal plane.

Still,

“Enrique Nova, huh.”

Hermes wasn’t inside the broken bar anymore.

He suddenly stood on top of a skyscraper, hidden by the shadow of a larger one; he had moved so fast that even Gods might mistake it for teleportation.

With one hand in his pocket, his other hand raised the unfinished glass of wine to take another sip. His eyes stared at the scene ahead, which went so bright that Hermes had to wear his shades.

Enrique Nova, under his Supernova alias, floated right before a leviathan, those long, centipede-like creatures. He was about to do a flashy attack.

“…Oh.”

Hermes paused, the wine held in his mouth. As Enrique attacked indeed, a little flashier than what Hermes was prepared for, he went silent. He was expecting a lightning attack from Supernova’s hands, but this was…

Heat Vision. In hindsight, it wasn’t a super complex technique. What was unique about it was, the God most known for this move was Amun-Ra. New Gods wouldn’t usually try to replicate the signature technique of a Chief. But given Mut’s marital  status with Amun-Ra, it was easily explained.

The beam of golden plasma cut through the gigantic metal worm smoothly, as Hermes stared in silence.

“How petrifying.”

This scene reminded him of Amun-Ra. Despite it having been centuries, Hermes felt a chill run down his spine as he recalled that being.

The God Eater.

“Looks like I have to report to Father about this.”

This may be more troubling than what met the eye. Choosing Avatars was the only thing that Egyptian Gods weren’t banned from, so Olympus hadn’t taken any action yet, but at this rate…

If Mut was trying to create another Amun-Ra, then it’s better to put things to a stop now than regret them later.

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Black-Cat had a sudden urge.

While dodging attacks from countless Chitauri, and slowly coming to terms with the limits of her power, taking them down with relative ease, she had this urge to punch her shining hero.

“Next time, for sure.”

Perhaps saying ‘next time’, while being surrounded by a few dozen Chitauri was but a mere delusion, as they pointed their gun and charged it up right at her face, but she believed in her nine lives.

Perhaps she was being delusional, but hey.

– Chip Chip Chip Chip!

She was a cat, in the end.

Thick white something shot through the air, slamming on the Chitauri one after another, sticking their bodies against their arms and guns, and in a second they were all immobilized.

That wasn’t their end though, as a red and blue figure came swinging by the sky, and kicked the group in a circular motion. Hanging from a web that was stuck to a nearby skyscraper, Spider-Man maneuvered his body in a circle and dealt with the group of Chitauri in a second.

The few that managed to slip, Black-Cat moved to yank by their throat, dealing with them as well.

“Good job, Spider!”

Black-Cat yelled, throwing a playful kiss in the air before she pointed at the crowd behind her. It was the group Supernova tagged behind her.

“Can you deal with them? Take them to safety, I am busy running-”

“Great! You are saving people even in this situation?! I am surprised again- oops, uh, not that I know you personally!”

Before Black-Cat could explain her scenario, Spidey started blabbering. He and his class were saved by Black-Cat a few months ago, from the hands of Electro. Black-Cat already learned his identity from there, too.

“Anyhow, good job! You take them to safety, I will try to save some other people!”

Spider-Man said and turned around. He shot his web at one of the many skyscrapers, as Black-Cat yelled from behind before he vanished into the denser fight.

“Ughhh! I hate superheroes!”

Stomping on her feet, Black-Cat had no choice but to continue her adventure of leading the people to safety.

No, life should be simple like stealing and sleeping. Why was she doing this sort of pressuring chores?

“Dammit.”

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Master4thWall Note: Little short chapters since I am trying to catch up with the promised chapters.