World Traveler Villain-Chapter 238: CH: 235 A Light Abuse

{Chapter: 235 A Light Abuse}

"Go to Hel, you sinner!" Sif shouted, lunging forward and thrusting her sword at William with all her might.

But William only smiled.

Before anyone could even register what had happened, the blade that had once been in Sif's hand was now casually gripped in William's own. His movements had been so fast, so fluid, it was as if time itself had paused for him alone. Sif stared in disbelief, her mouth slightly open.

"How... how is this possible?" she stammered, her arm frozen in the air where the sword had once been.

William examined the sword for a brief moment, then looked at Sif with calm, calculating eyes. "You Asgardians have always been born lucky," he said, his voice level but sharp with meaning. "From the moment you take your first breath, you inherit a body five times stronger than any human could ever hope to achieve. Add to that your innate connection to magic, your martial training, and the centuries you have to master your craft... it's no wonder you look down on others from atop your golden spires."

His gaze swept across the other Asgardians nearby as he continued, "You believe yourselves to be protectors of the Nine Realms. Defenders of peace. Gods among mortals. You pride yourselves on maintaining universal order. But that pride... it blinds you."

"Enough of this nonsense!" Sif snarled, her fury boiling over. "You dare insult Asgard? You are not even worthy of speaking our name!"

She lunged forward again, but William didn't move. Instead, he slowly clenched his hand around the sword—and with a sudden crack of pressure, the metal shattered like fragile glass in his palm.

Sif recoiled, eyes wide. "No... this can't be. That sword was forged in the heart of a dying star. A mortal can't break it..."

"You still don't understand, do you?" William said, stepping toward her. "Today, you face someone who doesn't play by your rules. I'm not bound by the old stories, or the hierarchy you cling to."

Suddenly, Volstagg charged in from the side, bellowing as he lifted his mighty battle axe. "Get away from her! Face me now, coward!"

He swung with the force of a crashing meteor, but William raised a single hand and caught the axe mid-air—stopping it completely with just his fingers wrapped around its edge.

"You call this strength?" William asked, his voice low and disappointed. "If this is what Asgard has to offer... then I am truly disappointed."

With a roar, William twisted his body and hurled Volstagg through the air like a ragdoll. The Asgardian warrior smashed through a stone building with an explosion of dust and rubble.

"Volstagg!" Sif screamed, rushing to his aid.

Suddenly—shnk!—a sharp sound sliced through the air. A crystal-clear arrow struck William directly in the back of the head.

"Tom!" Jane screamed, her voice cracking with panic. She took a few involuntary steps forward, hands shaking, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and concern.

Pepper stood nearby, her fists clenched tightly. She had expected to feel satisfaction—relief, even—seeing the man who had lied to her suffer. But instead, her heart was twisted into knots. She wasn't happy. In fact, she was trembling.

Fandral lowered his bow with a smirk. "You should always watch your back," he said smugly. "Overconfidence is a fatal flaw."

But William didn't fall. He didn't even flinch.

With an eerie calm, William lifted his hand and reached behind his head. In one smooth motion, he pulled the arrow free. A few glowing sparks flickered from the wound—but they faded almost instantly, leaving no trace behind as wound was gone before they even blink.

"I must admit," William said as he turned around, his gaze locking onto Fandral, "not many weapons can pierce my skin. I should congratulate you. But you must now face the consequences of provoking me."

Fandral's confident expression faltered. "You... you're joking. That arrow was forged from the Crystals of Nornheim. It can penetrate the armor of a Frost Giant. It should've killed you!"

Sif, still helping Volstagg, glanced up in disbelief. Hogan stood frozen, his fists clenched. None of them could believe what they had just witnessed. That arrow should have brought down a monster—yet William stood tall, not even winded.

Jane let out a soft, trembling breath. Her heart, despite everything, was relieved. He was alive.

But that realization filled her with guilt.

"You were worried about him," Pepper said quietly, looking over at Jane with narrowed eyes.

"I—I wasn't," Jane replied instinctively. But her voice lacked conviction. "I don't know what I was feeling. I..."

She fell silent, unable to explain the turmoil rising inside her.

Pepper stared at Jane in disbelief, her voice trembling with shock and frustration. "You... you can't seriously be falling in love with that guy, can you? He's William—the William. The world's most wanted terrorist, a warmongering criminal, and the public enemy of all mankind."

"I..." Jane lowered her head, struggling to find the words. Her voice was soft, conflicted. "I only know that the Tom I met... he was kind, upright, and sincere. He saved people. He smiled. He didn't feel like a monster."

Pepper scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. "You're delusional. Completely hopeless. You're not in love with a man—you're in love with a fantasy. There is no Tom. There's only that scumbag—William."

Jane slowly looked up and locked eyes with Pepper. "You're the same as me."

"What?" Pepper asked, startled.

"You pretend to hate him. You say you want him gone. But the way you look at him... especially when he shows chivalry... it betrays everything you just said. When you saw him being gentle with me, you were clearly upset. You were angry."

Pepper's face turned pale. "No. That's not true," she snapped.

"No? Then why are you so defensive?" Jane replied softly, a sad smile on her lips. "You're denying something you don't even understand yourself."

"I said no! I'm not denying anything!" Pepper shouted back, her voice cracking as she turned away.

"You're just being stubborn," Jane said, her tone full of quiet conviction.

Before Pepper could respond, a sudden shift in the battlefield snapped their attention back to the fight.

William vanished in a blur, his presence evaporating like smoke. Fandral's eyes widened in confusion. "Where is he?!" he shouted.

"Behind you!" Sif warned loudly.

Fandral spun around—but it was too late.

A cold voice whispered, "Too slow."

William kicked him hard from behind, and Fandral flew forward like a ragdoll, tumbling over twenty meters through the air before crashing into the dirt with a graceless thud, sprawled in a humiliating heap.

"Damn it!" Hogan roared, charging forward with a mace thick as a tree trunk.

William casually sidestepped the attack. "Nice club," he said with a smirk. "But I think it'd be more useful if you used it to poke your own ass."

"AHH!" Hogan yelled and raised his weapon again, slamming it down with full force.

The mace smashed into the ground, cracking the earth—but when Hogan tried to lift it for another strike, it wouldn't budge. He gritted his teeth in frustration.

William had one foot firmly placed on top of it. "Imagine all those little spikes... rammed right into your rear end. Painful, right?"

"Damn you!" Hogan shouted, straining to pull the weapon free, his muscles tense, his forehead slick with sweat.

"I'm coming!" Sif shouted, sprinting at William with her blade raised high.

But the moment her strike was about to land—William vanished.

"Ugh—!" Sif gasped. Her neck tightened as an arm coiled around it from behind like a snake.

"Such a beautiful warrior," William whispered in her ear, his voice chillingly calm. "But you should've just stayed on the sidelines. Woman, you just need to watch obediently on the side. Why do you have to come here to be tortured?" William whispered in Sif's ear.

"Let go of me, you bastard!" Sif struggled, gritting her teeth. "Hogan, don't worry about me—attack him!"

Hogan froze, unable to act while William held Sif hostage. The conflict was plain on his face.

William turned his cold eyes on him. "Go play with your balls elsewhere," he sneered—and in a flash, his pupils flickered with unnatural energy.

A pulse wave burst out.

"AAARGH!" Hogan cried as he was blasted backward, tumbling violently across the battlefield before crashing into a wall.

Then—whoosh—a sharp whistling sound tore through the air.

William's eyes narrowed, tilting his head up.

Mjolnir.

The mighty hammer of Thor, blazing with lightning, came barreling down from the sky toward William's skull with earth-shaking momentum.

William smirked.

He released Sif, letting her collapse to the ground, and calmly raised one arm to meet the attack head-on.

The hammer struck.

And the sky shook.

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