Marvel: The Villain

Chapter 318 Heart

"So, it was you." Jason swept a frigid gaze over Thor before looking at his fallen comrades. "Hey! Are you all still breathing?"

"..." A few of them forced a smile, though it looked more painful than a sob.

Finally, they held on. After pouring every ounce of the Joker Organization’s strength into this gamble, they had lived to see Jason emerge. They wanted to laugh, but they felt like children who had been bullied on the playground and finally saw their parent arrive to settle the score.

"Harley, Christine—get them out of here. As far away as possible," Jason said coldly.

"Understood! Be careful!" Harley teleported to each of them, pulling the group away in a flash. She knew that the coming battle would likely shatter the mountains and tilt the earth; staying nearby was death.

Jason’s presence sent a ripple of panic through the Iron Legion. They immediately radioed for reinforcements, and the less courageous among them were already looking for an exit.

"No, no, no." Jason wagged a finger. "They can leave. You... you die."

BOOM!

As the word die left his lips, a terrifying torrent of energy erupted from his body. His hair stood straight up, crackling with power.

SHING!

Jason appeared directly into the center of the Iron Legion, his face a mask of lethal intent. Thor, who had fought him before, knew exactly what was coming. He swung Mjölnir, desperate to fly in and intervene.

"Too slow!" Jason said. A blinding white light exploded from him, outshining the sun and illuminating the entire continent.

"Danger! Get back!" The soldiers screamed, scattering like birds. But it was futile.

KABOOM!

A nuclear-level release of energy vaporized the 2,000 Iron Man suits before they could even turn to flee. Metal and flesh alike were ground into subatomic dust, vanishing into the air. A massive, circular shockwave expanded outward, pulverizing everything within a radius of dozens of kilometers.

A few minutes later, amidst the ruins.

Thor smashed through a pile of boulders and climbed to the surface, gasping at the sight. The world was a wasteland of scorched earth. In the vast expanse of the horizon, only two living persons remained.

"Jason!" Thor looked up at the man hovering in the air. He gripped his hammer tight as the sky filled with black clouds once more.

"You called?"

The figure in the sky vanished. Simultaneously, the cold voice spoke from directly behind him.

Crap! Thor’s internal alarms screamed. He swung the hammer backward with all his might.

POW!

Before the hammer could connect, Jason’s fist slammed into Thor’s cheek, sending him tumbling through the air.

"Cough..." Hundreds of meters away, Thor dropped to one knee, his proud head hanging low. The punch had been devastating; half of Thor’s face was swollen, and a tooth flew from his mouth.

BOOM!

A sonic boom echoed as Jason closed the distance at near-teleportation speed.

"My subordinates received a lot of care from you while I was gone. As their boss, I have to return that favor with interest."

Thor acted first, hurling the lightning-charged hammer. If he couldn’t win a fistfight, he would rely on his legendary weapon.

"Boring," Jason snorted. He didn’t even dodge. He funneled energy into his palm and simply slapped the hammer aside.

"..." Thor’s eyes widened in disbelief. An Asgardian relic, blessed by Odin himself, had been backhanded away by a mere mortal.

The next second, Jason’s boot connected with his ribs, launching him into the sky. Thor could barely breathe from the pain, but Jason wasn’t finished. He appeared behind the god and delivered a powerful kick that sent Thor cratering back into the dirt.

"Weak!"

Jason rained a storm of blows on Thor, every punch drawing blood. But as he fought, Jason felt a growing sense of disappointment. He had expected Thor to be a challenge, a way to test his new limits. Instead, the God of Thunder wasn’t even qualified to be a warm-up.

Between their strength and speed, there was now an unbridgeable gap. Thor’s specialty—summoning lightning—did nothing but provide Jason with a fresh battery. In just one day, the tables had turned completely.

After a final barrage, Thor lay broken and bleeding in the dirt. His face, which had charmed thousands, was unrecognizable. Multiple bones were shattered, and he no longer had the strength to even reach for his hammer.

SHING!

Harley appeared with the healed members. They had expected a long, drawn-out war and came to help, only to find Thor being treated like a punching bag.

"You’re just in time. I’ll let you guys have the final blow," Jason said. He had no interest in bullying the weak.

They looked at each other in silence. Harley spoke for them: "Honey... you should do it." It wasn’t that they didn’t want him dead, but they knew Thor’s physiology was too much for their limited attack power.

"Fine." Jason raised a fist, glowing with dense energy. "Son of Odin, dying by my hand is an honor you’ve earned."

Thor was at death’s door, barely conscious.

THUMP.

Jason’s fist punched straight through Thor’s chest, piercing his heart. Thor coughed up a final spray of blood and slumped over, his eyes slowly glazing over.

"Let’s go," Jason said, flicking the blood from his hand. "Time to find Loki. He and Thor are brothers; family should stay together..."

"HONEY!!!" Harley screamed, her finger pointing behind him in terror.

Jason spun around. A mysterious figure in a cloak was standing over Thor’s body.

This person... Jason’s skin crawled. He was on high alert. Someone had appeared right next to him without a sound, and he hadn’t sensed a thing.

"Are you here to collect the body?" Jason asked, his energy barrier flaring. He figured Odin might have sent a high-level protector for his son.

The figure reached out a hand. The voice was calm, almost melodic. "No. I am here to collect yours."

"Hah!" Jason snarled. He condensed a ball of energy—enough to level a skyscraper—and hurled it at the stranger.

The stranger kept their right hand over Thor and simply closed their left hand into a fist toward the incoming orb.

There was no explosion. No light. No sound. The energy ball simply dissolved into nothingness.

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