62 Hunting wolverine(chapter 62)
prevoius in chapter 61
Each option on this magnificent hammer, whether active or passive, aided Oliver on his new journey of crafting. Sweat beaded on his brow as he worked tirelessly, his movements precise and calculated. The heat of the forge enveloped him, the temperature rising with each strike. Despite the challenging conditions, Oliver felt a sense of exhilaration as he worked on a large structure.
The structure he was forging was no ordinary piece. It was a crucible, a vessel for melting down metals. His original crucible, while functional, was store-bought and lacked the finesse he desired. This new crucible, however, held a nugget of adamantium and mysterium, adding to its significance. Oliver adjusted the heated metal, shaping it with careful precision.
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Chapter 62
"I'm running out of adamantium," he sighed, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. The intense heat of the forge made the air thick and stifling. "Looks like I need to go back to Midgard to look for more," he muttered to himself, the term 'Midgard' slipping easily from his lips after spending two weeks with the dwarves. "I could use a break from this volcanic temper gremlin" he added, feeling the strain of the relentless heat.
"What was that, you forsaken man-child?" one of the dwarves, busy at his own forge nearby, shouted over the noise. Oliver ignored the insult, focusing on his work for the next few hours. With each strike of the hammer, the crucible took shape, its form sturdy and robust.
After hours of dedicated work, Oliver finally completed the giant crucible. It stood before him like a monument to his craftsmanship, its gleaming surface reflecting the light of the forge. "This should be enough to melt my ultimate alloy, hopefully," he thought optimistically, a sense of pride swelling within him.
The dwarves gathered around, admiring the finished crucible. "Now, that is a beauty," one of them commented, his voice filled with awe. Another dwarf, less impressed, muttered, "It's a waste to use such precious metal on this blubber excuse of a crucible, ye fat nickel," tossing an insult Oliver's way.
Oliver resisted the urge to retaliate, recalling a previous altercation with these dwarves. In his early days with them, insults had been thrown at him relentlessly. One particular dwarf, whom he had once smacked in frustration, never let him forget it after he smacked him down with all of his heigh. "Nope, you already did that, Oliver, and that didn't end well," he reminded himself, recalling the dwarf's complaints of losing five inches in height, which was actually just five inches.
Taking a deep breath, Oliver put away the finished crucible before one of the dwarves could attempt to steal it, a common occurrence. He had dealt with thieving dwarves before, hanging them upside down from a cliff for three hours as punishment. "Well, this is it. Stay short, suckers," he yelled before teleporting away leaving behind a chorus of insults hurled his way by the dwarves.
Arriving back on Earth, the familiar sights of New York greeted him. The city bustled with its usual energy, a stark contrast to the quiet of the dwarven realm. A commotion caught his attention, drawing his gaze to a group of criminals clad in color-coded advanced suits of armor. They seemed to be engaged in a battle against someone familiar – the Valkyrie.
The Valkyrie, her form graceful yet powerful, dispatched most of the criminals with ease. However, one of them, a red-suited man, managed to break through her defenses. With a taunting insult, he hurled a car toward the Valkyrie, who caught it effortlessly. Before the red-suited man could advance further, a hand grabbed him by the head.
The hand belonged to Oliver, who now stood in his hybrid form, his eyes glowing with determination. With a swift motion, he slammed the red-suited man to the ground, rendering him unconscious. The Valkyrie, seeing Oliver's familiar figure, greeted him with a tired but warm smile.
"Oh, hey, Oliver. How have you been?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of exhaustion from the battle. Oliver grinned, his posture relaxed despite the chaos around them. "Oh, I'm doing absolutely fine. Just escaped from those mountain-dwelling gremlins," he joked, referring to the dwarves. "You, however, seem busy."
The Valkyrie nodded, her expression weary. "Yeah, just recovering some magical artifacts," she explained, her gaze scanning the fallen criminals. "Well, you seem exhausted. I'm not sure if this helps, but do try and relax. The world can keep itself alive for a few hours," Oliver advised, his tone lighthearted.
After their encounter in Jotunheim and their subsequent journey to the realms of the dwarves, Oliver and the Valkyrie, known as Jane Foster, had formed an unexpected bond. Despite their differences, they shared a mutual respect for each other's abilities. In just a couple of hours, they had become unlikely allies, united in their fight against forces beyond the ordinary.
"I... I will, thank you, Oliver," she sighed wearily, her energy drained from their recent endeavors. With a wave, she ascended into the air, her figure disappearing into the misty sky above. "Alright then, I will see you around, Oliver," she called back, her voice carrying a sense of farewell as she left. Oliver watched her departure, her form gradually fading into the distance.
Now alone, Oliver pondered his next move. "Now then, where should I get more adamantium?" he mused to himself, his thoughts drifting to the elusive material. As he floated away, it was more accurate to say he was walking on air. This feat was thanks to his Cloudwalker Shoes, crafted from the rare wool of a cloudwalking sheep found in the dwarven realm.
[ Name: Cloudwalker Shoes ]
[ Grade: Blue ]
[ Description: These ethereal shoes are crafted from the rare wool of a cloudwalking sheep, a supernatural creature that roams the skies. They are light as a feather and emit a faint glow, hinting at their magical nature. ]
[ Option 1: Cloudwalking (Passive) - Allows the wearer to immediately walk on air at a walking speed, ascending and descending gracefully. (Rank: D) ]
[ Option 2: Featherlight Step (Active) - Temporarily enhances the wearer's agility and speed, allowing for swift movements by 100% for 1 hour. (Rank: D) ]
[ Option 3: Nimbus Veil (Passive) - Surrounds the wearer with a wispy veil of clouds, granting a minor boost to evasion and defense against ranged attacks by an extra 100% when under attack. (Rank: D) ]
[ Durability: 100% ]
"My best option is to find the man with the walking adamantium skeletons," he concluded, his mind drifting to Wolverine. "Well, time to track him, I guess," he said to himself before deciding to visit a pawnshop. There, he sold some gems to get cash, which he then used to restock on some Midgardian supplies.
# -scene change-
Somewhere within the dead high mountains of Scotland, the sky was heavy with rain and thick fog, lending an eerie atmosphere to the scene. Blood stained the grassy ground, a grim testament to the recent battle that had unfolded. Standing amidst the aftermath was a figure clad in a familiar black version of Wolverine's costume. The usual bright yellow was replaced with a dark, ominous hue.
Scattered around were several severed limbs, each belonging to the same person. However, these dismembered limbs seemed to form multiple figures—up to three in total. Through the mist and rain, two figures emerged from the fog. One was the mutilated, mindless form of Wolverine himself, bleeding heavily and missing limbs. Despite his injuries and lack of eyes, the creature retained the formidable abilities of the real Wolverine.
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Author's Note: Well, well, well. Guess who just took their first step into the world of Greek fuckery, courtesy of Percy Jackson? I'm ashamed to admit that not only am I writing a new fanfic, but I'm also three chapters deep into it. It revolves around a reincarnator with a cheat that allows him to gain items from killing creatures. Oh, and I'm about to watch episode 2, which will likely inspire another chapter. So, if I continue this fanfic to chapter 50, I'll definitely publish it. Anyways, yesterday's poll was obviously won by the runcarver. As for today's poll:
A:
[ Name: Midnight Gaze Revolver ]
[ Grade: Blue ]
[ Description: A sleek black revolver adorned with two small lights on each side, emanating a subtle glow. A distinguished gold line runs down the handle, adding an elegant touch to its design. ]
[ Option 1: Shadowstep Bullets (Rank: D) (Active) - Upon impact, they create a temporary portal, allowing the user to instantly teleport behind the target, gaining a tactical advantage. ]
[ Option 2: Precision Aim (Rank: D) (Passive) - The revolver's mechanisms are finely tuned, granting the user unparalleled accuracy and precision even in chaotic situations. Each shot finds its mark with deadly accuracy. ]
[ Option 3: Eclipse Aura (Rank: D) (Passive) - The revolver exudes an aura of darkness, cloaking the user in shadows and rendering them partially invisible to opponents. This enhances stealth and evasion during combat. ]
[ Durability: 75% ]
B:
[ Name: Phoenix Glide ]
[ Grade: Blue ]
[ Description: The Phoenix Glide is a marvel of engineering and durability, featuring a metallic frame and wings made from a remarkably resilient white fabric that is both bulletproof and fireproof. Its sleek design allows for smooth gliding through the air. ]
[ Option 1: Flame Resilience (Rank: D) (Active) - Allows the glider to create a protective shield of flames, providing enhanced defense against attacks. ]
[ Option 2: Aerial Maneuverability (Rank: D) (Passive) - Enhances the glider's agility and responsiveness in mid-air, allowing for skilled maneuvers and quick adjustments. ]
[ Option 3: Bulletproof Canopy (Rank: D) (Passive) - Strengthens the fabric canopy to be highly resistant to ballistic damage, ensuring the safety of the rider in hostile environments. ]
[ Durability: 100% ]
