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MARVEL: SILVER SUPERMAN OF ASGARD

Rhodes found himself transported to the Marvel universe where he assumed the role of a nobleman, the son of a duke in ancient Northern Europe on Earth. He harbored aspirations of dominance, only to be unexpectedly drawn to Asgard, the mystical realm of the fairies, where he became a servant to Hela, the formidable goddess of death. Being bound in servitude for a lifetime was a dire fate, but providentially, he inherited the extraordinary genes of Superman Silver. These genes endowed him with the remarkable ability to grow stronger by simply basking in the sun and rapidly adapt to various challenges by evolving new abilities. The might of Silver Superman was beyond comprehension, granting him unparalleled power and dominance. He ascended to become the ruler of Asgard, asserting his dominion over the entire universe. When confronted with the name Thanos, he scoffed, proclaiming, "Thanos? This mere mortal? I could extinguish him with a mere breath!" I do not own this book or the cover page, if the owner request for me to take it down, leave a message. Ten chapters ahead on patreon.com/user?u=99529197

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CHAPTER 1

In Asgard, amidst endless colorful streamers traversing time and space, a group of young boys and girls appeared at one end of the Rainbow Bridge. Heimdall, the guardian donned in golden armor, solemnly pulled a massive sword from its groove and sealed the Rainbow Bridge passage.

"It's the Guardian of the Bifrost, Heimdall! He's real!"

"The Rainbow Bridge! Asgard! We've made it to Asgard!"

These youths were astounded and jubilant as they gazed around. They were all noble Aesir worshippers from Midgard, devoted followers of the Asgardian gods who had come to serve.

"Silence!" A tall green-eyed woman sternly commanded.

The youths fell silent and respectfully regarded the Asgardian woman. She was Sally, the one responsible for recruiting these servants from Midgard.

Sally's arrival held the key to their fate. Those assigned to the grand divine mansions enjoyed higher status, and some even had the chance to be favored, trained, and eventually fight alongside the gods.

"Follow me quietly! I'll assign your roles shortly."

Saluting Heimdall, Sally led the group of young aspirants across the Rainbow Bridge. The majestic Asgard sprawled before them. Protoss and servants bustled through the streets, while aircraft and battleships soared above, blending advanced technology with classical aesthetics.

"Jaime, you're destined for Blaki's poetic domain."

"Alicia, you'll serve the Valkyrie."

Sally stood in front of the hall, consulting her roster as she called out the assignments. Soon, a lean, dark-haired boy stepped forward.

"Rhodes, you shall serve in the princess's mansion," Sally declared.

"Yes, Lady Sally," the black-haired boy nodded with a clear, sweet voice.

Rhodes felt a twinge of gratitude. Asgard had only one princess, the daughter of God King Odin – Hela, the Goddess of Death. Serving in her mansion promised decent treatment.

Yet, Rhodes also harbored a touch of melancholy. His true identity was that of a time traveler, thrust into the ancient Nordic realm as Rod Clark, the son of a duke. The duke's status was prominent, promising a life of luxury. Rhodes had anticipated reveling in happiness, only to be chosen by the gods as a servant.

Moreover, he was now a servant of Hela, the daughter of God King Odin. Many peers gazed at Rhodes with envy.

Sally completed the servant assignments, and the group dispersed. Rhodes followed a maid to the princess's mansion, a grand Nordic abode guarded by formidable sentinels.

"Indeed, the Princess's Mansion," Rhodes whispered in admiration.

"Stay focused, we're heading to meet the butler," the maid admonished.

Soon, they stood before a white-haired old man in the mansion's garden. This elder, Alt, was the venerable steward of the princess's estate.

"Master Steward, this is the new servant, Rhodes, a loyal and devout Asgard God Race believer who just turned sixteen," the maid introduced.

"Rhodes…," Alt scrutinized Rhodes with keen eyes, remarking, "A bit slight, but sufficient for cleaning duties."

Rhodes felt a twinge of embarrassment; indeed, he was on the lean side.

"Rhod, listen carefully. You'll be responsible for maintaining the garden and the princess's study, ensuring it's spotless daily. Understand?" the old steward continued.

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

"Come with me; I'll show you your quarters," the old butler said, satisfied with Rhodes' response.

The maid stepped back, and Alt led Rhodes through the garden to a small, cramped room. It held a bed and a table, just enough for one person—a humble 'home' in Asgard.

Alt fixed his gaze on Rhodes, cautioning him, "Rhod, remember, no wandering and no mistakes. Violations may lead to execution, just like the previous servant who erred. Don't repeat their fate."

"Yes," Rhodes replied, his eyes reflecting complex emotions.

As the old butler departed, Rhodes sat on his bed, surveying the cramped space. His thoughts turned melancholic; he could have dominated a life of opulence as the duke's son in Midgard. Yet, in the Immortal Palace, he was a lowly human servant, vulnerable to execution for any misstep.

"I can't accept this fate..."

"Must I remain a humble servant for life?"

Rhodes furrowed his brow, feeling drained. Suddenly, a chime broke the silence.

"Ding! Host [Rhodes] detected. System activation in progress: 1%...5%...70%...99%!"

"Ding! System activation successful!"

"Ding! Host [Rhodes] detected as weak. System rewards major gift package: [Silver Superman Gene]. Host, would you like to use it now?"

The mechanical voice of the system jolted Rhodes. He knew precisely what the Silver Superman gene entailed—a power beyond imagination, granting almost omnipotence.

"Better late than never," Rhodes regained his composure, a smile gracing his delicate face. "System, I want to activate the Silver Superman gene immediately!"

"Ding! Activation successful! The Silver Superman gene has been integrated into host [Rhodes]!"

Rhodes, however, felt no immediate change. He touched his body, clenched his fists, and jumped, but nothing seemed different. It was as though the gene hadn't taken effect.

"What's happening? Is the system an illusion?" Rhodes muttered, puzzled.

"Ding! Host can activate the Silver Superman gene and continuously grow stronger by basking in the sun."

The system's voice offered an explanation, prompting Rhodes to rush outside into the golden sunlight. Bathed in its warmth, he began to feel a gradual surge in power, accompanied by notifications like "[Power +100]" flooding his vision.

Rhodes reveled in the sensation. It was as if he were soaking in a rejuvenating hot spring. He realized that, by basking in the sun, he could grow stronger every day.

"This is the Silver Superman gene," Rhodes exulted. "In no time, I might become the mightiest in Asgard."

At least now, he possessed the strength to protect himself, no longer a vulnerable human who could be extinguished by a sneeze from the Protoss.

"Rhodes, stop idling! Come clean the garden!" a maid called.

"On my way," Rhodes replied, eager to embrace his newfound strength.