2031 A Toast to Victory

According to Thor, both Frigga and Loki had been killed by Kursed warriors. How could he not be angry?

He didn't say that he had killed the other party. Perhaps it wasn't a matter of speed, but of helplessness.

Besides, the Kursed warriors were the elite troops of the Dark Elves, and would face generals like Thor to begin with.

If the Kursed warriors were too weak and could be defeated in a few moves, then the ordinary soldiers of the Dark Elves would just be thrashed by Asgard's generals.

The fact that the Dark Elves were able to fight their way into Asgard this time was enough to prove that they had a certain level of strength, and that their combat strength was on par with Asgard's army.

If it were an army like the Chitauri or Earthlings, whose combat strength was so far removed, they wouldn't even be able to find the entrance to Asgard.

Looking at it this way, the only thing of note when it came to the Dark Elves were the Kursed warriors and Malekith, the leader who had obtained the Aether.

It sounded simple, but it was just like how the individuals of note in Thanos's army were Thanos himself and his four generals.

Just because there were fewer targets didn't mean they were easy to deal with.

The Aether was also known as the Reality Stone, and could turn illusions into reality.

With the Stone, things that couldn't be done normally could become reality.

Although a single Stone was far less powerful than an Infinity Glove with all six Stones, it shouldn't be a problem to use it against Thor.

Thor had also said that even when he used Mjölnir, he couldn't destroy the Reality Stone.

After obtaining the Stone, Malekith didn't even bother with him, and just turned around and left.

That was the most disturbing thing.

In doing that, Malekith clearly didn't think it was necessary to waste time dealing with Thor, much less treat him like a strong enemy.

However, Luke had no intention of calling for reinforcements.

With the Level 3 clone's current strength, the Bat Squad's androids were enough.

Luke switched out with the Level 1 clone back in New York, then flew to London with the Level 2 clone.

If Malekith's Aether could destroy the clone, then… Luke would summon another one.

In any case, because of experiments and to save credit points, the Level 2 clone was still half-crippled, so it was fine if it 'died' once.

At five in the morning, after drinking several pots of coffee and going to the toilet seven or eight times, the two scientists finally worked out everything and gave the final conclusion — the center of the Convergence would be in Greenwich.

Students would have heard this name in geography class. It was southeast of London, where the prime meridian, which was used to calculate time and longitude in the world, was located.

It had the Old Royal Naval College and the National Maritime Museum, making it a tourist spot of interest.

Luke looked at the two scientists and confirmed again, "Are you sure this is the place?"

Dr. Jane nodded quickly. "Yes, this is the place."

This wasn't the only location she and Selvig had come up with. After discussing and modifying the algorithm many times, they finally confirmed that it was here.

The margin of error couldn't get any lower — a 100% accuracy didn't refer to the scientific analysis, but to the recorded experimental outcomes.

Dr. Selvig, on the other hand, was a little more modest. "Bring my gadget with you. We'll be able to confirm it after a live test."

Luke nodded and looked at Darcy and the intern, who were yawning nonstop. "You don't have to go."

He could do his best to protect the two scientists since they were key 'tech personnel,' but he definitely didn't have time to take care of extras.

Darcy and her intern didn't feel indignant.

If an alien war broke out, they would be courting death if they ran into the center of it. Only an idiot would throw their life away.

Then, Luke poured four mugs of coffee from the coffee pot on the table and gave them to the two scientists who had dark circles under their bloodshot eyes, as well as to Thor, who wasn't in a good mood. He raised his mug first. "To… victory!"

The two scientists, who had been up all night, wanted to throw up when they smelled the coffee. Seeing Luke down his in one gulp, however, they could only drink it with bitter faces.

Thor didn't even taste the coffee as he drank – his mind was focused on the battle that might happen later.

A moment later, the three of them felt the exhaustion and pain in their bodies swiftly disappear, to be replaced with robust energy.

Thor, who had already taken two steps away, came back and picked up the coffee pot that Luke had just put down. He poured another cup and drank the coffee.

Two seconds later, he turned around and looked at Luke. "Another cup. I want whatever you added to it earlier."

Luke thought for a moment, then picked up the coffee pot and covered one hand with the other and pretended to do something, when in fact, he was releasing a tube of Life 1 from his inventory into the coffee.

Then, he poured another cup for everyone. "One cup each, just this once."

It didn't matter if he gave Thor some Life 1, but he couldn't let the other people present think that these benefits came easy.

What if the two scientists felt that it was easy to get their hands on this thing and wanted to study it, or took it as an energy drug? That would be a pain in the ass.

Thor, this wastrel, could even give away the remains of his father's Destroyer. He might even help his girlfriend get a box of Life 1 to play with.

Next time, Thor would have to pay for whatever he wanted.

As the crown prince of Asgard, he still had this bit of money.

Thus, they started a new day of hard work in high spirits.

Luke, Thor and the two scientists went to Greenwich to investigate the scene, ready to beat up people at any time.

Darcy and the intern… Well, whatever. In any case, they just didn't have to go near Greenwich.

At half past five in the morning in November, London was still dark before dawn.

After Dr. Selvig took out three long surveillance rods, rich man Luke turned his nose up at them. "Too few, and they're not safe."

He walked to the back of the van and opened the door to reveal a whole bunch of the rods. "I had someone make a batch. You don't mind, do you?"

Dr. Selvig was dumbfounded. He was stunned for a few seconds before he said awkwardly, "I don't mind, but with just the few of us…"

He didn't expect Luke and Thor to do this sort of low-level work, much less Dr. Jane.

Wouldn't he be the only one putting these rods in place?

Luke gave him a tablet. "You just need to mark the locations and they'll do the rest."

As he spoke, a dozen people gathered around him.

They were either wearing hoodies or caps, and their faces couldn't be seen clearly in the dark.

The two scientists were dazed.

They had only ever had one or two interns work for them as free labor; they had never experienced what it was like to have lackeys to do the work for them.

Thor, on the other hand, wasn't impressed. "You have fewer people, but it's enough for this sort of thing."

What could Luke say? He couldn't compete with the crown prince in terms of numbers.

Quality was important when it came to subordinates.

Thor easily had a thousand years to teach a youngster – how could Luke compare?

He could only wave his hand silently, indicating for the Bat Squad members to disperse and get to work.