Marvel : Super Soldier at the Start

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This was definitely the loudest burp Blake had ever let out in his life. 

Whether it was because he had eaten too much or due to his now extraordinary physique, the burp managed to travel across the nearly hundred-meter distance between him and the enemy, drifting through the air. 

The sound was clearly picked up by the ship's audio equipment and hit Malekith's ears like a deafening strike. 

It also struck his fragile and sensitive nerves. 

The elves of the Marvel Universe shared some similarities with the elves of myths from Blake's previous world—like their pointed ears, their prideful demeanor, and their immense self-respect. 

As beings born of the universe's rules, their rulers were inherently capable of manipulating infinite stones such as the Aether. They lived long lives and wielded technological power that stood above the Nine Realms. 

Being defeated by the Asgardian Aesir was already unbearable. But now, being blatantly disregarded by this seemingly ordinary human in front of him was utterly infuriating. 

"Damn this ant! I'll cast you into eternal darkness!" 

In a fit of rage, Malekith was about to act personally when a dark elf beside him reached out to stop him. 

"You are our king. While this mage may be as insignificant as an ant, he may possess powerful magical artifacts. A king should not take unnecessary risks. Battles are for warriors!" 

"Don't kill him. Bring him back. After extracting the Aether from him, I'll personally turn him into a Cursed Warrior!" Malekith said venomously. 

It seemed that his prior defeat and prolonged slumber hadn't taught him much of a lesson. He was oblivious to the fact that in front of Blake, his forces were the real ants—especially without the Aether. 

At Malekith's command, four ships began descending slowly. From each ship emerged two squads of dark elf soldiers, forming a circle around Blake as they approached cautiously. 

At this moment, however, Blake appeared completely unaware of the encroaching danger. He was leisurely and meticulously packing up his dining utensils and other items from the table. 

When the dark elf soldiers were within twenty meters of him, Blake finally looked up with a smile and said, 

"I'll give you one more chance. If you don't make your move now, you won't get another opportunity." 

Blake's words seemed to act as a signal for their attack. The dark elf soldiers simultaneously pulled the triggers on their weapons. 

*"Zzzz-zap-zap-zap!"* 

Dozens of energy blasts engulfed Blake in an instant. This time, he didn't even bother to activate his energy shield, letting the laser beams rain down on him like a storm. 

The combat suit he wore perfectly absorbed the attacks. The strikes to his head and face felt like splashes of hot oil while cooking—slightly warm, but nothing more. 

And even that was akin to oil that wasn't particularly hot. 

"It seems my strength has far surpassed the threats I've encountered so far," Blake thought smugly. Outwardly, he maintained his nonchalant demeanor, pulling out a cigar with dramatic flair. 

"This is it? Is this the extent of your strength? This is the confidence your dark elves rely on to plunge the universe into darkness? If this is all you've got, forget the universe or the Nine Realms—Earth alone could nuke you into oblivion." 

As he mocked them, Blake snapped his fingers with a flourish, producing a small flame in his hand. 

He used the flame to light his cigar, took a long puff, and was about to blow a dramatic smoke ring when he noticed the dark elf soldiers' next move. 

Unfazed by their ineffective weapons, the soldiers silently reached to their belts and each pulled out a small metallic sphere. 

One for each soldier! 

It was unclear if someone was commanding the soldiers from the ship, but the actions of the dozens of troops were perfectly synchronized. 

*Click!* 

Even the sound of releasing the safeties on the small metallic spheres was perfectly timed, producing a single crisp noise. 

*Cough, cough, cough! "Damn it!"* 

Blake had just taken a deep puff of his cigar, preparing to blow out a smoke ring or something equally dramatic. But when he saw what was happening in front of him, the smoke went straight down the wrong way, nearly choking him to death on the spot. 

"Singularity grena—" 

Before he could even finish the sentence, dozens of grenades arced through the air in synchronized parabolas, raining down on him with an almost artistic precision. 

He had underestimated them—truly underestimated them—and had completely forgotten that they had weapons as underhanded as these. 

At that moment, there was no time to escape by tearing open a portal. The idea of opening a wormhole only to have it collapse under the pull of a singularity grenade? Who knew what kind of catastrophic consequences that might bring? 

"Damn it, every time I try to show off, I get smacked in the face!" 

This thought flashed through Blake's mind as he steeled himself, deciding to stand his ground. 

(Actually, he had no choice—there wasn't enough time to escape.) 

The grenades detonated silently around Blake. 

Unlike conventional weapons, the singularity grenades of the Dark Elves collapsed the surrounding space, creating miniature pseudo-black holes. 

The effect was like puncturing a spaceship's hull in the vacuum of space—everything inside would be sucked out by the immense pull. 

But this gravitational force wasn't entirely unstoppable. 

In the movies, Thor and Loki had managed to evade the pull of the singularity grenades through teamwork. 

Looking at the sheer number of grenades now, densely packed and all going off at once, Blake couldn't help but suspect that the forces might cancel each other out. 

As his mind raced through a jumble of ideas, the black holes formed by the grenades began to stabilize. 

Dozens of miniature black holes surrounded him from all sides, forming a protective dome-like structure resembling a half-sphere. 

Powerful gravitational forces pressed in on him from every direction. 

Blake immediately shifted his weight lower, trying to anchor himself to the ground, but the overwhelming pull still caused him to slowly rise. 

He had underestimated the power of the singularity grenades. His heels were already lifting off the ground. If he rose just a little higher and lost traction, his center of gravity would shift, and he'd be at the mercy of the black holes. 

Whether he'd be torn to shreds by the combined pull of dozens of black holes or dragged into just one depended entirely on his luck. 

But judging by the force acting on his body, the first outcome seemed far more likely. 

"Get back down!"

Blake shouted, lowering his center of gravity as twin jets of high-density flames erupted from his palms, counteracting the gravitational pull around him. 

However, there were simply too many singularity grenades. Instead of canceling each other out as Blake had hoped, the gravitational forces warped the surrounding space further. 

The edges of the black holes twisted and compressed, merging several smaller singularities into larger ones. 

These larger black holes pulled on Blake from multiple directions, their forces no longer interfering with one another. 

The flames jetting straight from his palms were now distorted, bending slowly outward under the influence of the powerful gravitational pull. 

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