I Became Spider-Man's Cousin in Anime Crossover

Chapter 440 The Favored "Lucky One"

"That's not how it works!"

Thor was somewhat annoyed, and his voice rose involuntarily, then immediately fell back down.

But that inexplicable, almost blood-related, suppressive force made him fear that Ms. Heller might suddenly return and overhear Loki's reckless remarks, thus developing a different opinion of him.

"It's not a matter of ignoring or not... it's a feeling! A kind of... well, I don't even know how to explain it to you! Anyway, the moment I saw that lady, I felt a sense of oppression... like when I'm facing my father, he's naturally superior to me, and I have no way to resist!"

Loki's playful expression softened slightly, and a hint of genuine doubt flashed in his green eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by more teasing.

"Feelings... my dear brother, are you sure this isn't just a hallucination caused by your anxiety about Riley's potential outburst of anger? Or is it that you've been reading too much poetry lately to please Jane, making your descriptions of feelings so... abstract?"

Then, he patted Thor on the shoulder and joked in a nonchalant manner.

"Relax, we're 'Donald' and 'Storm' now, ordinary, annoying (given Ms. Heller's attitude), temporary technical advisors. The important thing is not to cause trouble for Sheriff Black, and not to mislead that terrible devil. As for your 'feelings'... maybe it's just that the big trouble Amora caused has made you too nervous?"

"..."

Seeing Loki's attitude, Thor knew that arguing any further would be pointless.

After all, although Loki's personality has clearly toned down quite a bit recently...

However, that inherent arrogance is not so easy to eradicate.

So much so that even if you present Loki with evidence, he won't even glance at it until you've suffered a truly devastating loss.

In this respect, Loki is just like Odin, the kind of person who won't learn until he hits a wall and won't learn his lesson until he suffers a loss!

Ok……

However, considering my performance when I first arrived on Earth...

Thor felt that he didn't really have the right to say anything about Loki.

Sigh, it's all because my dad "taught me well"!

Thinking this, Thor brushed Loki's hand away and headed towards his assigned bedroom: "Fine, say what you want... I'll go check the room. You stay here quietly and don't bother that sheriff, and don't do any 'extra research' on Ms. Heller! Remember, we're here to help, not to create more trouble!"

"Of course, of course."

Loki raised his hands in a gesture of innocent surrender, but the glint in his eyes suggested that whether he would actually comply was still uncertain.

"I swear in the name of the god of trickery that I will be a quiet, polite, and unassuming good neighbor."

He drew out his words, turned and walked toward another bedroom, humming an Asgardian tune that was light and cheerful, but which only made Thor more agitated.

By the way...

With Loki increasingly feeling that Riley should be called the "God of Mischief"...

Whether this promise was made in his own name or just to fool Thor with Riley is hard to say.

Regardless, after receiving Loki's initial assurance, Thor closed the bedroom door, shutting out the annoying humming.

The room prepared by Sheriff Black was simple and clean.

A bed, a wardrobe, and a desk.

Considering that Asgardians rarely use electronic devices, Sheriff Black thoughtfully provided a bookshelf and various books so that the two brothers living there could pass the time.

Unfortunately, Thor was clearly not in the mood to read at that moment.

He walked to the window, but his gaze involuntarily drifted back to the street below.

Ms. Heller had long since vanished, but that inexplicable sense of familiarity seemed to be branded onto Thor's heart. And... it was accompanied by an inexplicable panic and unease.

It's like how, if he and Loki angered the other party, even if they joined forces, they would still be beaten to a pulp and have no chance to fight back.

He shook his head, trying to bring his attention back to the matter at hand.

Amora, the Holy Lord, Valon, and Riley may need assistance.

But the shadow of doubt in my heart, like the deepening darkness outside the window, spread silently.

He had a vague feeling that hidden beneath this seemingly ordinary apartment building and the calm neighborly greetings, lay some great secret that he had never encountered before, a secret closely related to Asgard.

And this secret might be closer than he imagined, living right next door.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen just a wall away, Sheriff Blake was diligently washing vegetables, the sound of running water filling the air.

He was completely unaware of the private conversations between his two "new tenants".

Little did he know that Ms. Heller, with whom he spent every day, had already stirred his heart and injected new vitality into his life...

Beneath the surface of his amnesia, what astonishing identity lies dormant?

Meanwhile, Riley, completely unaware of what was happening here, was still deep in thought, speculating about the possible crisis that might occur next.

Incidentally, Riley, up until now, only knew that Sheriff Black had met a discerning and proactive woman in Hawaii, finally having a chance to escape his single status, and was genuinely happy for him. However, due to one trouble after another, he had no time to contact Ms. Heller.

Otherwise, Riley would have been stunned when he saw Ms. Heller's familiar face and exclaimed that Sheriff Black was lucky!

Now, a clear, unsettling idea is taking shape in Riley's mind.

Now that Amora has taken away the Holy Lord's soul, what is the Holy Lord's most urgent need now that he has lost his physical body and is unable to interfere with reality?

The answer is obvious.

A host.

Moreover, it is a vessel that is familiar enough to the Holy Lord, and whose own power is not strong enough to resist or expel it.

This immediately reminded Riley of that "lucky guy" who was repeatedly chosen by fate (or rather, by the Holy Lord's unique taste and hilarious luck).

Valon.

"...It's necessary to go and check on them. Hopefully, they won't be that unlucky."

Riley muttered to himself, a sharp glint in his eyes. Without further hesitation, he summoned a dimensional barrier and swiftly stepped inside.

Before long, Riley stepped out of the dimensional barrier and felt the cold air unique to Northern Europe, and the constant sound of alarm sirens echoing in his ears.