Marvel's Shendu: Dominating the Multiverse

Chapter 7 Monkey Talisman

Interstellar junk.

The Lord's ears twitched.

"He's here to deal with the alien debris."

Natasha walked in, followed by Banner and Hawkeye, and said expressionlessly, "The Council outsourced the cleanup to a third party, saying it was to reduce the burden on S.H.I.E.L.D."

Quill shrugged and replied, "Actually, I just don't want to spend more money, but it's a good deal for me. Some parts of those Chitauri shipwrecks can fetch a lot of money on the black market."

The Holy Lord looked at him.

There's something strange about this person.

It's not danger, it's...familiarity.

"So you're living at S.H.I.E.L.D. now?" Banner looked at Shendu and pushed up his glasses.

"temporary."

Steve answered for the Holy Lord: "His body needs to be observed, and... things are very chaotic outside right now."

The Holy Lord understood his meaning.

After the Battle of New York, the whole world learned of the existence of aliens.

If a talking dragon were to appear on the street, it would likely cause even greater panic.

"How do we deal with the radiation problem?" he asked.

Natasha sighed. "S.H.I.E.L.D. is clearing out most of Manhattan."

"The nuclear explosion left behind a lot of radioactive dust. Fortunately, the explosion was high enough that the spread was smaller than expected, but people cannot live around Times Square for at least six months."

Tony scoffed, "Six months? Those old fogies in the council certainly know how to pick a place to throw you off."

The room was quiet for a while.

Quill looked at this and then at that, then suddenly spoke up to break the awkward atmosphere: "So this dragon is your mascot?"

"He's not a mascot." Steve's tone was somewhat stiff.

Quill waved his hand: "Whatever. I'll start cleaning up the wreckage tomorrow. Do you guys have any instructions? Like, which parts are off-limits?"

"Don't touch those energy cores that haven't exploded yet," Tony said irritably. "You can do whatever you want with the rest."

Quill gave an OK sign and turned to walk out.

When he reached the door, he paused, took out his Walkman from his pocket, and put on his headphones.

A faint melody drifted out.

The Holy Lord shuddered.

The music itself wasn't anything special; it was just a man's voice accompanied by an old-fashioned instrument. But the moment the music started, the rat talisman in his chest suddenly throbbed violently.

No, it's not the Rat Talisman; it's from another direction.

A pull he had never felt before came from Quill, like an invisible thread hooking onto a dormant part of his body.

Monkey Talisman.

The Holy Lord's pupils suddenly contracted.

However, he did not move. He maintained his original posture, and even his facial expression did not change. He only tightened his claws slightly.

That feeling disappeared quickly, just as suddenly as it appeared.

Quill had already pushed open the door and gone out; the music was fading into the distance.

"Little Dragon?" Steve noticed his unusual behavior. "What's wrong?"

The Holy Lord slowly shook his head: "It's nothing."

He paused, then asked, "How long will that person... stay in New York?"

"About a week, what's wrong?" Natasha asked.

"I'm just curious," the Holy Lord said calmly, "He looks very young."

Tony looked at him suspiciously, raising an eyebrow: "You don't actually have a crush on him, do you? Putting aside the issue of reproductive isolation, you're both males."

The Holy Lord ignored him.

He lowered his head, pretending to examine the cracks in his claws, but his mind was racing.

The monkey talisman was on that person; at the very least, that person had come into contact with the monkey talisman.

That thread-like pulling sensation was unmistakable; it was something that belonged to his body, something he could recognize even across the entire universe.

But the problem now is that he can't ask, and he can't show any abnormality.

If the Avengers knew about the existence of the talisman, if they knew about its power... no one could guarantee what they would do.

Steve's voice pulled him back to reality: "You need a break."

The Holy Lord raised his head.

The Captain America stood before him, his blue eyes filled with worry, and something else he couldn't understand.

"You saved a lot of people, Little Dragon," Steve said. "Get some rest, and we'll talk about the rest later."

after.

The Holy Lord repeated the word in his mind.

The Monkey Talisman is on Earth, on a man named Quill, or rather, he knows the whereabouts of the Monkey Talisman.

He has plenty of time.

In the hallway outside, Quill walked along humming a song, his fingers tapping lightly on the headphone cord.

He paused at the corner and glanced back at the closed door.

That dragon...

His brow furrowed for a moment, then relaxed, he shrugged, and continued walking.

who cares.

Anyway, he's just here to collect garbage.

They'll leave as soon as they're done collecting.

The music on his Walkman continued, and he hummed along, completely forgetting about the dragon.

But what he didn't notice was that the strange pendant he had just found on the corpse of a Chitauri officer in his pocket suddenly glowed slightly.

It was a monkey-shaped pendant, crudely carved, of unknown material, and looked like some kind of primitive amulet.

It lit up briefly, then went dark.

It was as if nothing had happened.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters was unusually quiet late at night.

The Holy Lord lay in the room that had been prepared for him, but his eyes were not closed.

Monkey Talisman.

That name lingered in his mind for a whole day.

One of the twelve talismans closest to him is on this planet, on a person who is about to leave Earth.

He must take action.

But how should we proceed?

If you tell the Avengers directly, they will definitely ask about the purpose of the talisman.

If he lies, Steve's blue eyes will always see through it, and even if Steve can't see anything, he can't guarantee that Natasha won't find something out.

If he tells them the truth and that the talisman grants him the power to change anything, then he'll never see another talisman again.

He had witnessed far too much of humanity's thirst for power.

The next morning, Natasha pushed open the door and brought breakfast, which was actually several large pieces of roast beef.

"How did you sleep?"

"very good."

The Holy Lord answered calmly, then nudged the pile of beef with his paw: "I want to go for a walk."

Natasha paused for a moment.

"go out?"

"Within S.H.I.E.L.D.'s territory," Shendu said. "I need to stretch my legs, and... I want to see the Chitauri remains."

Natasha looked at him with a professional scrutiny in her eyes.

Why are you interested in the wreckage?

"Because I come from an ancient civilization."

The Holy Lord swallowed a piece of beef and said slowly, "And those things came from outer space. I wonder what kind of enemies I will face in the future."

This reason is very valid.

It's perfectly reasonable for an Eastern dragon that has arrived in a strange world to suddenly face an alien invasion and want to understand the potential threat.

Natasha hesitated for a moment, then said, "I need to ask for permission."

Twenty minutes later, Steve appeared at the door: "I'll stay with you."

This was not a request, but an announcement; the Holy Lord did not object.

They walked through the corridors of S.H.I.E.L.D., and Shenzhu sat on the back of a truck as they drove towards the outskirts of Manhattan, looking down at the ravaged city along the way.

Some streets were still littered with rubble, and some buildings were half collapsed. People in protective suits moved among the ruins, using instruments to test radiation levels.