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Chapter 143 Experience multiple ways to die in one day

Carrying Tyr's Edge on his back, Lorraine looked at the ball of light in his hand.

The golden-bristle piglet slept peacefully inside, occasionally purring.

Odin mentioned before that there are six most precious treasures in Asgard, which are recorded in mythology.

[Spear of Eternity] Gangnir, [Thor's Hammer] Mjolnir, [Golden Mane Boar] Grumbost Emperor, [Folding Warship] Skid Platny, [Ring of Proliferation] Dro Punill, and [Diva as Queen] Brishgarman.

Among these treasures, Lorraine was actually most interested in the folding warship.

According to Norse mythology, this ship can be retracted and retracted at will.

When it grows to its largest size, it can easily hold the entire Asgard. When it shrinks, it is only the size of a handkerchief, and can even be folded and stored in a bag.

And it always has a breeze that blows the sails, allowing it to sail on sea and land.

Lorraine guessed that this might be a space battleship with powerful magic, which Odin used to attack the Nine Realms.

And he also plans to use this warship to escape with the entire Asgardian population at Ragnarok.

It's a pity that Odin died too hastily in the original timeline and did not pass this thing to Thor.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be helpless when encountering Thanos' battleship.

And now, Odin gave Lorraine the golden-maned boar, which is as famous as the Eternal Spear.

This is a mount.

Using a wild boar as a mount may sound a bit strange, but Asgard likes this style.

For example, Thor's mount was a chariot pulled by two goats.

Lorraine imagined what would happen next. She was wearing a robe, riding a huge golden-maned wild boar, and the pig was advancing suddenly.

Ok……

I feel like Thor is more suitable for riding this thing.

When they returned to the tavern, Loki had left.

He didn't want to stay with Thor in the first place. He had just wanted to make his old father happy. After Odin left, he had no reason to stay.

Sol was drinking wine, and Paige was thinking about her own thoughts.

"Stop being so unhappy."

Lorraine came to Thor with a giant sword on his back, "Look, Mr. Odin still gave me Tyr's Blade, and he is still willing to help us."

Thor saw the great sword, but was not pleased.

"The old man is hiding something from me."

Thor said angrily, "Does he think I don't know what he used to be like? I've seen it all!"

He has seen the future and naturally knows that Odin is not as kind-hearted as he appears now.

Odin didn't say anything to him, but he had to face it in the end.

"It's okay, maybe Mr. Odin has his own ideas."

Lorraine felt that Tyr's Edge was trembling behind her, and she seemed to want to tell the truth.

"If you feel that he is hiding something from you, you can find out for yourself. Drinking here will not solve anything."

Find out for yourself...

After thinking for a moment, Sol nodded: "You are right!"

If you drink too much all the time, you will become a fat person.

He planned to meet his sister Hela first, and then return to Asgard.

I can't keep being kept in the dark like this.

Then, he turned his attention back to Tyr's Edge.

"Now that you have recovered Tire's soul, how are you going to implant him into Steve's mind?"

Peggy on the side also raised her head, waiting for Lorraine's answer.

"It's actually quite simple."

Lorraine took off Tyr's Blade and then pulled it out of its scabbard with a clang.

His movements were too fast.

Paige didn't even have time to stop it.

Seeing that the divine power on Tyr's Edge was awakening, Paige reminded worriedly: "Lorraine, there is a curse on this sword. You must drink blood to remove it from the sheath..."

"I know, but that's only the second half of the curse."

Lorraine smiled and said, "The first half is that this sword will definitely be able to hit the enemy!"

This is the same regular power as Gungnir, the Eternal Spear.

Tyr's Edge is not as good as the Eternal Spear because of its side effects.

But enough for now.

After the words fell, Lorraine suddenly exerted force and threw Tyr's Edge.

"Go ahead and stab Steve in the chest!"

"what?!"

Paige watched Tyr's Edge turn into a meteor and fly into the sky, her expression was shocked and confused.

"Don't worry, Steve won't die."

Lorraine sighed slightly and explained, "The Joker is still in Steve's body, and that body will not be easily killed. When Tyr's Edge pierced the chest, it gave Steve a chance to escape consciously.

"Next, it depends on whether he can seize this opportunity."

……

Gotham City.

The Riddler and Scarecrow have left, leaving only the three clowns still in the mayor's office.

The clown in red and the clown in purple looked at the body sitting in the middle.

The original body was still shaking.

In the back of his mind, Steve kept attacking the Joker's consciousness.

He is still trying to regain control of his body.

If it weren't for this, the clown wouldn't be in a hurry to create several entities for himself.

This spirit of never giving up tenacious resistance gave him a familiar feeling.

But this is ultimately just futile resistance. How long can human will be strong?
The clown in red is talking to Steve in the back of his mind.

He said helplessly: "It's really unfortunate and unlucky for us to meet together."

The clown in purple nodded in agreement: "You are unlucky, we are unlucky!"

If it had been anyone else, the clown would have been completely out of trouble by now, becoming the sole master of this body.

There's no need to be as tied up as we are now.

"Give up early, no one can help you!"

The voice fell.

A meteor streaked across from a distance and headed straight towards here.

Only when he flew closer could he see clearly that it was a giant sword.

It was aimed squarely at Steve's chest.

boom--

The giant sword hit Steve's body and pinned him to the wall. Blood spattered everywhere and stained the wall.

Tyr's Edge, drunk on blood.

The changes at this time made the other two clowns look at each other.

They clearly felt that the annoying impact in their minds disappeared, but at the same time, part of their consciousness disappeared.

Did Steve die with the Joker inside him?
This is impossible.

With the Dionysian factor, any injury can be repaired, and Steve and the Joker will eventually return.

"I think it feels good."

The clown in purple suddenly said, "Kill a clown and give us a clean slate. This business can be done."

The clown in red looked like he was thinking: "But they will come back, and the headache will continue."

"Then make it impossible for them to come back!"

The clown in purple made a gesture of wiping his neck, "Since he is immortal, throw him into the sea, let him be reborn and drown immediately, and the cycle will continue forever!"

"Good idea! But what if he can swim?"

"Then lock him up!"

"Hehehe, that makes sense!"

The two clowns spoke to each other as if in a conversation, deciding Steve's fate.

But in fact, they have no independent personalities and are all controlled by the same consciousness.

From beginning to end, the clown is talking to himself.

……

Steve opened his eyes suddenly and found himself in a dark room.

He sat on a chair, unable to move.

For some reason, Steve suddenly realized that this was not reality.

But the deepest part of his heart.

Suddenly, a light was turned on on the top of the room, illuminating only his surroundings.

Only then did Steve realize that there was a rope tied around his neck. The rope continued to extend upward and connected to the ceiling.

The floor beneath his feet trembled slightly, and it seemed hollow underneath.

Steve suddenly felt like he was on the gallows?

In front of him was a long table filled with chips. On the chips were written 1 minute, 5 minutes, and 10 minutes.

This is a gambling table.

Soon, two more lights were turned on, revealing two other people sitting at the gaming table.

A smiling clown with his face covered in oil paint. He is wearing a suit and looks extremely weird.

clown……

Steve suddenly understood that this was the clown personality rooted in his consciousness!

He couldn't help but look at the other person.

Why is there still one here?Is there a third personality in his consciousness?

The third person's outfit looks even weirder.

Wearing armor and carrying a big sword, he looked like a Viking warrior from ancient times.

At this time, both the clown and the Viking had a noose tied around their necks and could be hanged at any time.

Steve had a feeling that this was where he was now.

Three personalities crammed into one body.

The two are mutually destructive and unable to move.

Moreover, there was another thing that worried Steve even more.

With the light, he didn't see the end of the long table, and there were countless seats hidden in the darkness.

Will there be more personalities appearing here in the future?

Then you can form a parliament!

Steve Rogers' Parliament of Personalities.

Suddenly, the force that had immobilized Steve disappeared, and he could begin to move his arms and legs, and he could begin to speak.

So did the other two.

The first thing the three of them did was to try to remove the noose from their necks.

But no matter how hard they try, it's all in vain.

The noose seemed to be growing between their necks and could not be removed at all.

It seems that they have been completely trapped here!
"Hahaha, we are all going to die!"

The clown laughed exaggeratedly and said, "I bet the floor under our feet must be hollow, and there is an abyss below. Once the floor falls, none of us can escape!"

Although he was facing death, the clown had no fear.

On the contrary, the current situation was so interesting that it made him feel more excited than ever before.

However, no one responded to him.

"who are you?"

The Viking warrior said to himself, "I have obviously stayed in Tyr's Frontier, why do I appear here again?"

The clown showed a smile and said: "I also want to ask who you are, Steve's conscience that has nowhere to rest?"

"To shut up!"

The Viking warrior glanced at the clown, feeling a huge sense of oppression.

This is an extremely powerful force, but Steve does not reject it.

Compared to the chaos of the clown, this power gives people a gentler feeling.

"I don't like the feeling you give me! Like those disgusting frost giants." The Viking warrior was very rude to the clown, but his attitude towards Steve was okay.

He turned around and asked: "My name is Tyr, from Asgard. Who are you?"

Asgard?

Steve suddenly thought of a big blond man living in the Holy of Holies.

They had met once before, and this man seemed to say that he was also from Asgard?

"My name is Steve Rogers and I'm from Brooklyn."

Steve introduced himself, "Do you know Thor? Thor Odinson!"

Hearing this name, Tier's brows suddenly frowned.

He didn't know Thor, but he knew the meaning of the surname Odinson.

Son of Odin.

This Thor is Odin's son?
Odin, that liar, deceived them all, saying that the war dead would enter the Hall of Valor and find eternal peace, but in fact they were just transformed into immortal warriors!
Tyr escaped from the Hall of Valor with hatred for Odin in his heart.

Naturally, he would not have a good impression of Odin's children.

He snorted coldly and said, "I know Odin is a liar!"

This……

Steve stopped talking, the other party's hostility was obvious enough.

What kind of evil had he done to have such a bunch of things crammed into his mind.

At this time, the clown broke free from the previous oppression. He showed no timidity. He looked at the chips on the table and said with a smile: "This chip should be time, right?"

1 minutes, 5 minutes, 10 minutes...

Steve probably guessed what these times represented.

What else can it be? It can only be the time that occupies the body.

Steve had the most chips in front of him. He calculated a little and found that it was about ten hours.

The Joker side is a little less, but it should still be eight hours.

The Tire side is even less, maybe six hours.

Ten, eight, six...

That adds up to exactly 24, and there are 24 hours in a day.

Doesn't this mean, how long can each person use this body every day?

As the master of the body, he doesn't even have half of the time.

And if more personalities appear here in the future, I'm afraid the chips in his hands will decrease accordingly.

These personalities must compete with each other for time!

"Time has become a bargaining chip, so we are trying to steal other people's time through gambling?"

The clown thought for a moment, then raised his head suddenly, stretched out his hand, and like magic, several ribbons flew out towards Tire.

He wanted to take Tire's bargaining chip directly.

However, at this moment, the floor under the clown's feet suddenly fell.

With a bang, the clown fell down, and the noose tightened instantly. There was a click between the clown's neck and it was twisted directly.

"Cuck!"

The clown screamed and died on the spot.

His eyes were wide open, his tongue was hanging out, his body was motionless, and he looked extremely miserable.

The chips in front of him automatically split into two halves and moved in front of Steve and Till.

This……

If Steve remembers correctly, the clown's vitality should be very strong, the kind that can't die no matter what.

This is also the reason why the clown dares to take action directly.

Unexpectedly, a noose took away his life.

Isn't this way of death too cheap?

"He's not dead."

Tier suddenly said, "I can feel that his personality has just been suspended and will come back sooner or later. As for how long it will take..."

He looked down at the chips and made his own guess: "Probably 24 hours."

Steve nodded. Those who break the rules will be expelled from this day's time snatching.

And also have to experience the feeling of death.

so cruel.

"I think this rule is a little strange."

Steve said, "Since we are asked to bet, but there is nothing on this table, what should we bet on?"

"Who told you to bet?"

Tier suddenly smiled and pushed his chips in front of Steve.

For such an obvious foul, the floor beneath his feet did not fall.

"The so-called bet is just the guess of the person just now. No one can tell what the specific situation of the chips is.

“As long as you don’t violate the corresponding regulations, such as directly grabbing other people’s chips, you can do whatever you want.

"Look, I gave you the chips, but I didn't receive any punishment at all."

Steve looked at the chips that had piled up like a hill. There had been 24 hours here.

The chip suddenly glowed, became smaller in the light, and finally formed a golden chip.

It says [one day].

Steve couldn't help but ask: "Why did you give me the chips?"

"This is a strange question for you to ask."

Tyr said in confusion, "I am the God of Justice, why do I want to take your body?"

Ah this...

Perhaps because he had been tortured by the clown for too long, Steve was used to the feeling of having his body snatched away by others.

Now that such a lawful good existence suddenly appeared, he was a little uncomfortable.

"Thank you!"

Steve expressed his gratitude from the bottom of his heart.

Till didn't care about Steve's thanks. Instead, he was full of interest in his current situation.

"If you exchange the chips now, you should be able to return to your body, but you only have one day, what will happen after tomorrow?"

Steve was also curious about this question.

Will it still be distributed proportionally like today, with everyone taking turns occupying it for a period of time tomorrow?
Or is it that this place actually provides a place for communication, so that everyone can use their own time to exchange and let the other party do something for them?
But this is troublesome.

Steve understood that the clown was punished today, but what about tomorrow?

After he learns well, he will definitely not break the rules easily, so he will still have a few hours of control every day.

A few hours is enough for the clown to kill many people!

"Don't worry so much."

Tier said calmly, "Return to your body first and see what changes will happen after a day. If you can't fully control your body after all, I can help you."

He didn't lie to Steve, he really had no interest in the body.

Even if the body is stronger, it is still just a mortal body.

Can he be allowed to attack Asgard and kill Odin?

No.

So why join in this boring snatch.

Till didn't mind giving all his time back to Steve. Anyway, he was happy and comfortable here, and he didn't have to wander around like a lonely ghost before.

"Okay! Let me check the exchange time now!"

Steve nodded and took the chips in his hand. The chips quickly melted away.

Steve's body disappeared directly from this room.

"Oh?"

Tier nodded slightly, is that so?
Will people who redeem their time leave this room?

Then you will have to wait in this room for the next day?

After thinking about it, Tier decided to give it a try.

He suddenly pulled out his giant sword and slashed at the rope above his head. He wanted to see if the rope could be cut!

Keng——

The giant sword struck the rope, making the sound of gold and stone clashing. Tire's hands were numb from the shock, but the rope still did not move at all.

Then, poof—

The floor beneath his feet dropped and his body began to fall.

Tyr frowned and noticed something was wrong.

He was obviously trying hard to fly, but it was useless. He couldn't stop the free fall at all.

With a click, Tyr's neck was broken.

The small, dim room fell into a dead silence for an instant, with only two hanging corpses staring at each other silently with their eyes wide open.

……

"Gu..."

Just as he regained consciousness, before he could feel his familiar body, countless water flows poured into Steve's mouth and nose.

He is sinking.

His body was tied up with five flowers, and a huge sword was stuck in his chest.

What shape is this?

Steve looked desperately at the water, the sunlight floating on it, but getting farther and farther away from him.

He wanted to swim ashore, but he couldn't move and could only let the water drown him.

Death is always the worst experience.

However, at this moment, a portal appeared under him, and the water flowed towards the portal instantly, and Steve's body was also carried along by the current.

His body fell heavily to the ground.

"Steve!"

A familiar voice came into my ears, it was Peggy's figure.

He opened his eyes drowsily and saw that he had returned to the Holy of Holies.

The Holy of Holies washed away by the sea.

Lorraine was looking at the sea fish jumping on the floor, and said helplessly: "Those guys are really cruel, they will sink you into the sea."

In fact, the clown is still soft-hearted.

Why not just pour it into the cement?
Steve was untied, but the giant sword on his chest had not yet been removed.

He was dying and said with a smile: "But you still saved me."

Lorraine shrugged and stuffed a fairy bean into Steve's mouth.

He held both hands on the hilt of the great sword.

"Wait until I pull it out before you swallow it."

The process of pulling out the giant sword was extremely painful for Steve.

The feeling of being pulled out of my chest was like my soul was being pulled out as well.

The severe pain made Steve's body tremble.

But he still gritted his teeth and said nothing.

When the giant sword was completely pulled out, the wound quickly began to heal before Steve could swallow the fairy beans.

The clown's Dionysian factor has transformed this body, and super-fast regeneration is only part of its abilities.

"Welcome back, Captain!"

Lorraine leaned on the giant sword and said with a smile.

Paige even hugged Steve gently and whispered in his ear: "Welcome home!"

At this moment, Steve wanted to cry.

How long has it been since he experienced this kind of ordinary life?
Unfortunately, this was only a short-lived bubble.

There are still two personalities in his body.

"Lorraine, I have something to tell you."

Steve said anxiously, "There is a monster and a god mixed into my body!"

"I know!"

Lorraine said softly, "There is also a gambling table, right?"

(End of this chapter)