American comics: They're already gods of light, and only now do they get their cheat codes.

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Bader scooped Ivanka up and held her in his arms, saying, "Thank you both for your hard work."

Ivanka shook her head and snuggled into Bader's arms: "This is nothing compared to what you've given us."

Sarah became a spatial demigod, and she became a time demigod, but both were achieved by Badr consuming a lot of resources and forcibly building them up. Otherwise, with their aptitudes, how could they have achieved such success?

Bader stroked Ivanka's golden hair: "How did you set up the mission function?"

"The tasks are divided into five levels: beginner, intermediate, advanced, top-level, and god-level."

"They correspond exactly to: Third-rate extraordinary, Second-rate extraordinary, First-rate extraordinary, Top-tier First-rate, and Godhood."

As for the detailed distinction between demigods and true gods, it would be a joke for those guys who don't even have a first-class limit to do that level of mission. There's absolutely no need for such a distinction.

"Good. Next, issue two permanent god-level missions."

"What mission?" Ivanka asked curiously.

"Conquer the world, search for the origin."

"Conquer the world?" Ivanka's voice rose a notch: "You're planning to send those divine beings to conquer the world?"

"why not?"

In the future, those worlds without magic or with low magic can be left to the transcendent beings of the divine realm to conquer. Baldr no longer has much interest in those worlds.

As for whether the transcendent beings of the divine realm will do anything bad to those lower worlds, thereby affecting the spread of faith, are the three great legions of the divine realm just for show?

"Not only low-level worlds, but also mid- to high-level worlds, we can send Hela and Hera to practice."

As for Baldr himself, as long as the portal doesn't use location-based searching, the cost is minimal, and he can open portals in batches. He can go and explore worlds that interest him, and leave the rest to others.

After a moment's thought, Ivanka realized it wasn't a bad thing, and quickly got up: "I'll make the arrangements!"

However, he only got halfway up before Badr pulled him back down.

"No hurries!"

As he spoke, one hand skillfully roamed over Ivanka's ripe, peach-like body.

Instantly, Ivanka's eyes became watery.

Chapter 115 My Rebirth Was Completely Baffled

Explosions and gunfire filled the air.

It is unknown how much time has passed, but only ruins remain on the original site.

A piece of paper floated slowly down from mid-air, bearing the message: "A little gift for you, hope you like it, Nick Fury."

Nick Fury, whose face was already as dark as a hard-boiled egg, looked even darker now, with no other color visible besides black.

"Natasha!" the black-haired bureau chief gritted his teeth.

You know, given how much damage Black Widow caused S.H.I.E.L.D., he should have taken care of that bitch a long time ago.

Taking a deep breath, the old man realized what had happened and began to quickly think of a solution.

Natasha has now fully matured, and with her extraordinary second-rate strength and Tony Stark's financial support, she is now extremely difficult to deal with.

Looking around at the ruins, the newly formed Avengers were almost entirely wiped out.

I say almost because there is still one alive.

Hawkeye Clint Barton!

An absolute human superhuman agent, coupled with his extraordinary marksmanship, the "833," makes him someone that even ordinary superhumans couldn't take down.

Of course, Chief Blackie knew better than anyone that the reason this guy hadn't died wasn't because of his shooting skills, but because he was Natasha's old partner.

Chief Blackie had considered using Patton and Natasha's relationship to set Natasha up, but he knew he couldn't say it aloud, otherwise this incredibly useful top agent would likely betray him on the spot.

He took a deep breath, and instead of scolding him, he comforted him, "Barton, let's get you to the hospital now."

Hawkeye Barton shook his head, his face bitter: "I'm not injured. Natasha deliberately let me go, but I guess this will be the last time."

"Chief, I still don't understand why Natasha betrayed us in the first place."

Based on Natasha's current capabilities, he couldn't understand why the director, or even the higher-ups in Congress, would disagree with her even if she made unreasonable demands.

The black-haired bureau chief fell silent. He could only say that it was because Natasha was too outstanding, perhaps even beyond his control, that the betrayal occurred.

Considering everything that has happened recently, to be honest, he did feel a little regret, but only a little, nothing more.

"Barton, now is not the time to think about those things. Natasha's betrayal is a done deal. Now we need to think about how to defeat the enemy!"

Hawkeye Barton hesitated. He wasn't stupid; he could tell that the director was hiding something. But what could he do? As a seasoned agent, obeying orders had become second nature. Even with doubts, he couldn't bring himself to betray the agency like Natasha.

However, Hawkeye Barton inadvertently touched a ring on his finger. This ring was very similar to his wedding ring, so the black-haired director didn't notice anything wrong. In fact, this was no longer just the original ring; it contained some things left behind by Natasha.

After pondering for a long time, the black-haired chief suddenly said, "Barton, we need extraordinary beings, truly extraordinary beings!"

Now, the black-haired director has realized that the ordinary members of the Illuminati are not much better than the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. The real reason for this one-sided crushing victory is Natasha, who is truly extraordinary.

Therefore, S.H.I.E.L.D. also needs superhumans.

Hawkeye Barton didn't refute, but instead said, "Director, you're right. Where should we look for the extraordinary?"

"It's time to go find him." The black-haired bureau chief gazed into the distance, towards the North Pole.

Meanwhile, within the Illuminati, Natasha held a ball of light in her hand, from which familiar voices emanated – none other than those of Commissioner Blackie and Hawkeye Barton.

A moment later, Natasha crushed the ball of light, frowned, and looked up: "The Arctic? The Arctic has superhumans?"

True superhumans are all difficult to deal with. Even with her abundant resources, she is still quite troublesome.

"Call Tony and let's go take a look. If possible, let's see if we can subdue it."

After all, these were extraordinary individuals whom Director Blackie believed could stand up to the Illuminati, so Natasha couldn't afford to be careless.

Beneath the Arctic glacier, a human-shaped block of ice, frozen for who knows how many years, suddenly opened its eyes.

His gaze was vacant, and he seemed somewhat dazed.

"who I am?"

"Where is this place?"

He tried to move, but the surrounding ice prevented him from moving an inch.

That familiar, frozen feeling, that numb, empty gaze, began to reminisce.

"Is this frozen, the Arctic?"

"I'm back? Back to before the lockdown was lifted?"

Countless memories began to return, which was painful, but because they were frozen, there was no way to alleviate them. They could only endure the discomfort of the rapid onslaught of memories.

A moment later, the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"I remember now, I'm the captain, Captain Steve Rogers!"

The next moment, his clear gaze turned deep.

"Now that I'm back, Doctor Strange, Stephen Strange, this time, I'm going to stop you!!"

In their memory, Doctor Strange, Stephen Strange, was originally their good buddy, a member of the Avengers, and one of the Avengers' top fighters. He was originally a very reliable partner.

However, he went mad, desperately wanting to resurrect his girlfriend, even resorting to bizarre black magic, which ultimately led to the destruction of everything.

Each member of the Avengers, including the sexy Natasha, the playboy Tony Stark, Thor, and others, died one by one in agony.

Unforgivable! This kind of guy is absolutely unforgivable!

At this moment, Steve's murderous intent towards Doctor Strange was even comparable to Thanos'!

But soon, the pure killing intent turned into helplessness.

It's no use trying to kill Doctor Strange now, as he's still frozen in ice.

"I wonder who Nick Fury will send to help me break free from the ice this time?"

We can only wait and see, but hopefully it won't take decades...

When it was frozen, it even forgot about time and didn't know how much time had passed before the buzzing sound of airplane engines came.

Steve, whose senses far surpassed those of ordinary people, instantly perked up: "It's finally here!"

Who will it be this time?

Natasha?

Barton Clinton!?

Phil Coulson?

The glacier trembled, and the surrounding ice broke apart. After a while, a warm feeling came, and the surrounding ice began to melt little by little.

Finally, the surrounding ice completely melted away, revealing a figure that made the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents around them gasp in surprise.

"Captain, it's the captain!"

Is he still alive?

"It's amazing! Even after several seconds, he still looks so young!"

"Take him back first; simply thawing him is not enough to help him regain consciousness."

Many things, some familiar and some unfamiliar, should all be members of S.H.I.E.L.D.

After getting familiar with the situation, Steve suddenly opened his eyes.

"Nick, Barton, it's been a long time."

How can someone who should theoretically never speak suddenly open their eyes and start talking? What's even more outrageous is that this guy should theoretically never recognize me.

So the question is, what are the chances of not getting dizzy under such an impact?

Silence! An eerie silence descended upon the surroundings! Even quieter than the Arctic itself.

Only the howling of the cold wind remained in the air.

Steve felt a little embarrassed. He just realized that he probably didn't know them yet.

So here's the question: how do we explain this now?