"Che. You're just a homeless person. Kyle is an urban elite. How can there be a comparison between you two?" Darcy immediately retorted Thor, crossing her arms over her chest and grumbling, "And let me remind you, everything you're wearing and eating right now is coming from our pockets. Don't expect too much."
"Why am I a homeless person? Ignorant mortals," Thor said, swallowing the beef in his mouth, and wiping the grease off his mouth.
He picked up a chicken leg, his rugged face showing a serious look, and said with a touch of majesty, "Let me reiterate. I am Thor, the son of the almighty Odin, the one who wields thunder, the future ruler of the Nine Realms."
The people at the table remained calm as if they were accustomed to it, silently bowing their heads to continue their meal.
Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Thor couldn't help but feel a bit dejected. Everywhere he went, he was accompanied by awe and submission from various extraterrestrial races. Now, on Earth, he was even inferior to humans.
"Alright, just eat. We can talk after you're full," Stacy reassured.
Thor remained silent and reluctantly started chewing on the chicken leg in his hand.
Kyle shook his head silently. Thor had indeed lost all his godly powers now, and even his physique had become as weak as an ordinary human. Even deliberately revealing his divine power couldn't expose his identity.
Kyle could see the Purple Ability Card representing the godly realm on Thor's body, but at the moment, the card emitted no brilliance, and it was in a dull and ineffective Seal state.
Could Odin Seal a Purple-Quality Ability Card, or could he only Seal godly powers related to the Asgardians?
Kyle contemplated silently before he raised his eyebrows, and compared to beings like Odin or the Ancient One, he could clearly see the vast gap between him and the top-tier cosmic powerhouses.
Regarding card quality, above purple is gold, and above gold is colorless quality. Each step upward represents a significant leap.
Kyle temporarily equated purple quality to a planetary level, meaning that having a Purple Ability Card would already make one formidable on a planet. Possessing a rare purple-prefix Ability Card would place one at the current Earth's combat power ceiling.
He, Hulk, and Thor with his Recoved ability were currently in this semi-invulnerable realm.
The reason it was semi-invulnerable was mainly because holders of gold or higher-quality Ability Cards were extremely rare in this vast universe. But rarity didn't mean nonexistence...
Kyle chewed his meal slowly, contemplating the situation. Suddenly, a strong and powerful arm reached over, warmly resting on his shoulder.
Thor, with a cup in his other hand, gulped down a large beer. Boisterously, he smashed the glass on the floor, laughing heartily, "Not bad. Another round!"
The sound of the glass shattering, along with the cheers, attracted the curious gazes of the other customers and waitstaff in the restaurant. The group at the corner table instantly became the center of attention.
"Um, we'll cover the cost," Darcy hurriedly intervened.
Darcy stared at Thor with dissatisfaction and lowered her voice, "Come on, can't you stop breaking things? You keep talking about being Odin's son, being a god, but all you do is smash things."
"Alright, I'll try to control myself," Thor admitted his wrongdoing, sighing awkwardly.
"Another round, shall we? Here, drink up." Kyle smiled, pushing the untouched beer towards Thor.
"Good, I've made a friend in you." Thor's eyes lit up, patting Kyle's shoulder vigorously. With a raised glass, he downed the beer in a series of hearty gulps.
Darcy and Jane were initially worried that Thor, being a bit too forceful, might accidentally harm Kyle with his hearty pats. To their surprise, they found Kyle's face remained calm and he did not budge an inch even under Thor's strong pats.
Thor, with his arm around Kyle, suddenly remembered something and inquired, "By the way, you guys mentioned earlier that this is Earth, right?"
Faced with this seemingly idiotic question, Darcy rolled her eyes. "Yes, what's wrong now?"
"Nothing. If this is Earth, I have an old friend who should be living here." Thor took a deep breath, slightly hopeful, and asked, "Do you guys know Kyle?"
With Thor's question, the entire restaurant fell silent again, followed by many people secretly shaking their heads and chuckling.
Darcy sighed, treating it as a joke. "Are you sure... Mr. Kyle is your old friend? Wait a minute, what we said might not be the same person."
"What's wrong? Isn't he the one with silver hair? He looks young and handsome, with a bit of my former charm," Thor boasted, pointing at Kyle beside him. "Looks a bit like him."
"Many people say that." Seeing a few gazes directed at him, Kyle smiled calmly, revealing no emotions.
Jane withdrew her gaze and said to Thor, "If you're talking about the Symbol of Peace, don't say whether we know him or not. I guess almost everyone in this world knows him."
"Symbol of Peace? That must be him. He became the guardian of Asgard as a mortal, and he is mighty," Thor said. This statement struck a chord with Kyle, making him feel quite pleased. He couldn't help but marvel at not wasting time to come here specifically.
Thor happily continued, "Since you know him, do you have Kyle's contact information? Like a phone number? We can call him now, and I am sure that he will come here for me."
'I am receiving you well right now, aren't I?' Kyle silently thought in his heart.
Darcy continued her sarcastic remarks, spreading her hands. "Everyone, I think we should take him back to the hospital. He seems to have a severe case of delusional disorder."
Jane nodded in agreement this time. Contact Symbol of Peace and ask him to come out. Probably not many people in the world could do that.
Erik, returning just in time to overhear the conversation, smiled as if joking, "Alright, I'll foot the bill for this meal. Consider it a treat for Mr. Kyle, who is far away in New York."
"Thanks, Doc!" Darcy cheered with joy.
Jane frowned slightly, silently looking at Kyle, Thor, and Erik. At that moment, it seemed like she grasped something, but it wasn't fully confirmed yet.
After all, if the speculation were true, it would be too sensational!
...
New York, residential area, rental building.
Eddie was sound asleep on his bed with drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, dreaming of marrying Ms. Perfect as a rising journalist.
Suddenly, the room— or rather, the entire building— shook violently, as if in an earthquake. All the furniture and lights were swaying left and right.
"Snap!"
When the bedside alarm clock fell to the ground, Eddie woke up from his dream. Rolling out of bed like a fish, he instinctively looked for his slippers to put on.
Before he could put on his shoes, another loud noise echoed, accompanied by a strong shaking sensation coming from the adjacent room.
"What are they doing next door? Demolition?"
Eddie panicked, wearing only zebra-patterned boxer shorts and slippers, he rushed to the doorway.
(End of this chapter)
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