Marvel: Silver Superman from Asgard

[T/N: This novel is not my original work, and I am solely responsible for proofreading the machine translation. All rights, including those related to the characters and concepts from Marvel and other sources, belong to their respective authors and creators.]

-Asgard-

Endless colorful streamers flew through time and space.

Numerous youthful boys and girls appeared within the enormous sphere at one end of the Rainbow Bridge.

The guardian Heimdall, adorned in golden armor, exuded great majesty. He pulled out the giant sword from its sheath with a blank expression, sealing the passage of the Rainbow Bridge.

"God of Daybreak! Heimdall! My God, I've truly seen it!"

"Rainbow Bridge! Asgard! We have arrived in Asgard!"

These boys and girls were incredibly surprised and excited, their gazes roaming in wonder.

All of them were nobles of the atrium, devout followers of the Asgard Protoss, drawn by their devotion to serve the Protoss.

"Silence!"

At that moment, a tall woman with green eyes sternly commanded.

The boys and girls immediately hushed and turned their respectful attention to this Protoss figure.

She was Sally, the Protoss tasked with selecting servants from the atrium this time, and their destinies were intertwined with hers.

Depending on whether they were assigned to prestigious divine mansions, their status could be significantly elevated. There was even a chance of being favored, becoming a sergeant, and acquiring the skills of the Protoss. The prospect of joining the Protoss in future battles was not beyond reach.

"Follow me quietly! I will now assign each of you to your respective destinations."

Sally saluted Heimdall, the guardian of the Rainbow Bridge, and led the group of boys and girls across the bridge.

Before them lay the magnificent expanse of Asgard.

The Protoss and their servants bustled along the streets, as small as ants. Aircraft and battleships soared in the air, where advanced technology coexisted with a classical atmosphere.

"Jaime! You'll be going to Blaki's mansion, the God of Poetry."

"Alicia, you'll serve as a Valkyrie."

Sally stood before the hall, holding a list and announcing the assignments one by one.

Soon, it was the turn of a slender, dark-haired boy.

"Rhodes, you will serve in the princess's mansion," Sally directed her attention toward him.

"Yes, Lady Sally."

The black-haired boy nodded, his voice clear and melodious. [pic]

Rhodes felt a touch of gratitude in his heart.

Presently, Asgard had only one princess.

She was Odin's daughter, the Goddess of Death, Hela!

Being selected as a servant in the princess's mansion brought with it decent treatment.

Simultaneously, Rhodes also experienced a hint of melancholy.

His true identity was that of a time traveler.

He had journeyed to the ancient Nordic atrium as the son of a duke named Rod Clark.

Coincidentally, the pronunciation of his name was similar to Rhodes, though the spelling was distinct.

The duke held a prominent position, ensuring a life free of concerns even if he were to simply await his fate. Rhodes had anticipated a life of pure contentment, but fate had other plans—he was chosen by the gods to serve them.

Moreover, he was now in the service of Hela, the daughter of God King Odin!

Numerous teenagers and girls gazed at Rhodes with envy.

Sally finished allocating positions for the servants of the gods, and the young individuals were led away.

Rhodes followed a maid to the princess's mansion.

The mansion, with its classical Nordic architecture, was imposing in its grandeur.

Vigilant guards stood watch, strong and unyielding.

"As expected of the Princess's Mansion," Rhodes murmured softly.

"I told you, keep up. We're heading to meet the butler," the maid instructed.

Not long after, the guide led Rhodes to the garden of the mansion, where a white-haired elderly man awaited.

This gentle old man was Alt, the veteran steward of the princess's mansion.

"Master Steward, this is Rhodes, the new servant of the gods. He just turned sixteen and is a loyal believer of the Asa God Race."

"Lo...de..."

The old steward's gaze was piercing as he scrutinized Rhodes. "He's a bit slender, but he'll suffice for cleaning."

"..." Rhodes felt a tinge of embarrassment; he was indeed rather slim.

"Rhodes, listen well. You'll be responsible for maintaining the garden from now on. Additionally, the princess's study must be cleaned daily and must be immaculate. Do you understand?" the old steward continued.

"Immaculate, I understand, Mr. Steward." Rhodes nodded.

"Come with me. I'll now arrange your accommodations."

Satisfied with the response, the old steward gestured for the leading maid to step aside. He then led Rhodes through the garden path to a small room.

The door stood ajar, revealing a bed and a table within. The space was confined and compact, barely large enough for one person.

Yet this would be his 'home' henceforth.

'Home' in Asgard.

The old steward gazed directly into Rhodes's eyes and spoke sternly, "Rhodes, remember this—no wandering, no mistakes. Otherwise, execution is a possibility. The previous servant of the gods was executed for an error. Don't repeat history."

"...Yes." Rhodes's eyes flickered with complex emotions as he lowered his head.

...

The old steward departed.

Rhodes sat on the bed, surveying the cramped room, a growing sense of desolation washing over him.

Back in the atrium, as the son of a duke, he could bask in endless glory and opulence.

Yet in the Immortal Palace, he was a lowly servant of the human race, possessing humble status.

Any misstep could lead to execution, a fate easily decided.

For other human races, serving their revered Protoss was a great honor.

But for Rhodes, who held no belief in the Asa Protoss, it was a profound torment.

"I can't accept this."

"Must I remain a lowly servant forever?"

Rhodes pinched his brow, weariness seeping into his being.

And then...

"Ding! The host [Rhodes] has been detected. System activation at 1%...5%...70%...99%!"

"Ding! System activation successful!"

"Ding! The host [Rhodes] is identified as weak. As a reward, the system offers a substantial gift: [Silver Superman Gene]! Will the host use it immediately?"