Hulk: Why Am I Still So Happy After Losing My Girlfriend?

This time, the clash was even more primal and brutal than before.

In the sky, Thor, the Thunder God, looked helplessly at the scene. With Hulk battling SCP-682, Thor was unsure of how to act because every attack risked harming his allies.

"Cough! Thor, maybe you should go save the people instead?"

Ethan pointed out Thor's awkward position.

"Why are you, a mage, getting involved in a brawl between muscle-bound fighters? I'm embarrassed for you."

Grateful for the reminder, Thor nodded appreciatively at Ethan and went to help the evacuees.

At that moment, an unfamiliar call rang on Ethan's phone.

"Hmm? Never seen this number before?"

Ethan answered the call in curiosity.

"Hello?"

"This is Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.! We're an organization similar to the Foundation. If we were more legitimate, I assure you, I'm not here to cause trouble. I want to ask if your Foundation can put an end to this farce in New York?"

Fury spoke in a commanding tone, as if issuing orders to a subordinate.

Ethan's expression darkened at the tone.

"Is that so? I'm glad you called, but I'm not fond of your condescending attitude."

Fury was momentarily speechless. Ever since he became S.H.I.E.L.D. Director, he spoke this way to assert dominance, though it was also a habit.

"Furthermore, if you think this is just a farce, then why don't you S.H.I.E.L.D. handle it?"

Ethan hung up without further ado.

A farce?

What a joke! With S.H.I.E.L.D.'s pitiful strength, even if you threw all of S.H.I.E.L.D. into the fray, it wouldn't be enough to appease SCP-682.

Even if Captain Marvel came, it wouldn't make a difference!

Fury, fuming with anger, slammed his fist on the desk.

"Damn it!"

Fury paced anxiously. He had called because he wanted the Foundation to stop the disaster. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s scientists had studied SCP-682 and concluded that if allowed to continue growing, it would inevitably become an apocalyptic beast, potentially destroying the entire planet.

Fury's immediate thought was the Foundation and Ethan. However, with Coulson not by Ethan's side, Fury had to make the call himself.

But before he even started discussing, Ethan hung up.

Was this how negotiations went?

This was utterly irresponsible!

After much consideration, Fury picked up the phone again, but this time, he dialed Natasha.

Natasha, the top agent who had almost been forgotten. Compared to Coulson and May, Natasha's performance had been disappointing. She never reported on her infiltration progress or provided intelligence. Such an agent was a headache for any leader.

Fury suspected Natasha might have betrayed S.H.I.E.L.D.

Natasha, just returned to the base, saw the incoming call and glanced around to ensure no one was watching before answering.

"Fury? Don't contact me unless it's necessary. I'm afraid Ethan might misunderstand!"

Fury: "..."

Fury was stunned, a literal question mark over his head.

What did she mean by not contacting her unless necessary? Was she afraid of Ethan misunderstanding?

You're a top S.H.I.E.L.D. agent! I'm your boss! You need to report your mission progress!

Has Natasha really betrayed S.H.I.E.L.D.?

"Damn it!"

Fury cursed aloud, unable to hold back his frustration.

Ethan disregarding him was one thing, but why was Natasha, who had joined S.H.I.E.L.D. halfway through, showing such disrespect?

Was it because she was the world's top agent? Or because she had climbed into the Foundation President's bed?

Well, the latter was definitely true.

Desperately looking at the screen showing the heavily damaged New York, Fury knew that today's battle would set back the city's economy by more than a decade.

But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the damage to S.H.I.E.L.D. and the United States' credibility, which would plummet to unprecedented lows.

New Mexico was already restless due to heavy rain and accusations of government negligence, seeking independence. After this New York incident, Fury envisioned states threatening to secede.

Half of New York had been destroyed.

The battle continued, with increasing intensity.

At first, people were curious, having never seen monsters in real life, let alone a monster fight. But now, their enthusiasm was fading, replaced by fear and confusion about the future.

Who would save them?

Who could stop this?

Despair loomed over the entire country.

In stark contrast, Ethan was in high spirits. If not for the numerous disaster-stricken civilians around, he would have laughed triumphantly to express his joy.

In just a few hours, SCP-682 had earned him nearly ten million Legend Points!

What does this mean?

It means he's about to become incredibly wealthy!

Ethan decided that once this was over, he'd treat himself to a wife and a butler.

Since SCP-682's appearance, Ethan had been closely monitoring the increase in Legend Points. Now, the rate of increase had slowed significantly.

Ethan knew it was time to wrap things up.

After checking that the surrounding cameras were mostly undamaged, Ethan nodded in satisfaction.

It was time to showcase his true skills!

Ethan summoned Containment Object-307 and stepped onto its vines, heading towards the battlefield.

At the same time, he activated his Joy Aura.

Mediating!

He was a professional!

With the Joy Aura active, Ethan appeared like a benevolent deity descending from the heavens.

The disaster-stricken civilians, seeing Ethan, instinctively knelt and sat, as if they had witnessed the arrival of a divine being.

Previously anxious about their future, they now felt an overwhelming sense of optimism.

So what if they lost their property or loved ones? They were still alive!

In the face of such a terrible disaster, being alive was itself a blessing. Isn't that worth celebrating?

This was the collective thought of all the disaster-stricken civilians.

Hulk, who had been enraged, also stopped his rampage.

Hulk looked at Ethan on the vines, puzzled.

"Why do I feel so happy and optimistic right now? Shouldn't I be angry? After all, I lost my girlfriend…"

Losing his girlfriend didn't seem worth being angry about. After all, losing her meant he could find another one. Why be angry over such trivial matters?

This wasn't worth it!

As he thought this, Hulk's form began to shrink. He transformed from a four-armed giant into his normal state.

Seeing Ethan approaching, Hulk felt an inexplicable fear.

He didn't want to be happy; he wanted to be angry!

His primal instincts drove him to flee. With a roar, Hulk turned and disappeared into the darkened streets.

Watching Hulk retreat, Ethan didn't pursue him. Instead, he focused on SCP-682, which had become eerily quiet under the influence of the Joy Aura.

SCP-682, losing its hatred for life, had no desire to attack. It began to shrink from a monstrous 30 meters to about 5 meters.

Ethan signaled to the nearby Foundation members.

Following his orders, the Foundation air-dropped enormous metal containers from a giant transport plane.

These metal containers, roughly 10 cubic meters in size and 3 meters thick, were designed to contain SCP-682.

Under Ethan's guidance, SCP-682 cooperatively entered the metal box.

The containment process was astonishingly smooth, almost as if SCP-682 were no longer the invincible beast it once was.

The miraculous scene left viewers in awe.

"This Asian man… is he a legendary deity?"

"He appeared and stopped the fight between the monsters, and even SCP-682 willingly complied with containment."

The viewers revered Ethan, completely unaware of the dirty truths behind the scenes.

An elderly general pointed at Ethan on the screen and said, "This guy is suspicious! I strongly suspect this monster is his pet."

The general's words resonated with the surrounding officers.

Indeed! This was clearly the Asian's scheme. How else could the monster be so obedient?

"This damned Asian is using monsters to sabotage the United States!"

Fury, who had been preparing to beg the Foundation for help, now frowned in disbelief.

What was this?

Solving an unsolvable problem without lifting a finger?

Was this a demonstration?

Or just showing off?

Fury forgot all about his previous intention to plead with Ethan.

"I knew it! The President is all-powerful."

Skye, now a fan of Ethan, gazed at him with adoring eyes.

Coulson, witnessing Skye's infatuation, felt a shiver down his spine.

After some thought, Coulson silently took out his tablet and began typing.

Containment Object-MC-001—Foundation President Ethan!

Known Abilities: Superhuman physique, plant control, ability to induce peace in beings?

Note: This containment object still has many undisclosed abilities. Investigator Coulson is currently following up…