[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens":3,"chapter-starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-53":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Starting from Warhammer to Raid the All Heavens",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2277826,4456,"Chapter 53: In Warhammer, a Bit of Racial Bias Is Normal, Right?","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-53",53,"\u003Cp>After hanging up the phone, Alvin chuckled: “Such an old fox.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It must be said that Norman dumping the blame on him was indeed unscrupulous, but his subsequent handling was flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On one hand, he transferred shares in the Osborn Corporation; though the amount seemed small, 5% personal ownership was enough to give Alvin real influence within the corporation, and this move deeply bound the two together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second, he voluntarily relinquished his stake in the Waterson Group, signaling Norman’s willingness to abandon dominance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the more one thought deeply, the more one appreciated Norman’s shrewd experience and foresight—he knew that the more authority he amassed early on, the more likely Alvin would turn on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, seizing this opportunity, he deliberately conveyed his intentions to Alvin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was effectively a form of “submission,” exchanged for future safety—that’s why Alvin called him an old fox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Incomplete Super Soldier Serum research data...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s thought, Alvin immediately guessed the source of this data—most likely tied to the military.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Norman handing over this data meant voluntarily surrendering his “leverage,” trading current gains for future security.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, though Alvin had inexplicably acquired an extra black pot on his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But compared to what he gained, a mere Lizard Doctor was no real threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Super Soldier serum data—even incomplete—once he returned to the Warhammer universe, patching it up wouldn’t be too difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, at noon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when the warm sunlight from the ocean-facing floor-to-ceiling window spilled onto the messy bed did Alvin wake up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“JARVIS, prepare me an iced Americano.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since moving into Tony’s mansion, Alvin felt he had fallen into decadence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then again, having barely escaped “hell,” wasn’t it only right to seize the chance and enjoy this peaceful, beautiful life?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Breakfast has been prepared for you, Mr. Valthius.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>JARVIS’s deep, resonant voice echoed in the room: “A visitor has been waiting in the living room for quite some time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Visitor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin was surprised—he knew few people in the Marvel universe, so who could this visitor be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He claims to be an agent of the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack, and Logistics Support Bureau, and says he previously spoke with you on the phone.” JARVIS displayed the living room footage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A middle-aged man in a crisp suit sat upright on the sofa, expression stern and unsmiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’d rather not meet him, I can refuse him on your behalf.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>JARVIS said slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need. I know him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin stared at the “honest man” in the projection, thinking: After all this time in Marvel, he’d finally met the legendary “village chief” of the Xinshoucun .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After changing into more casual clothes, Alvin walked straight into the living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, Mr. Valthius.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged man in the suit immediately rose and respectfully handed over a business card: “I’m Phil Coulson, of the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack, and Logistics Support Bureau—the same agent who contacted you before. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How pleased?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin stared at Coulson, smirking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” Coulson’s expression twisted through shades of purple and green before he grunted: “Very pleased. Extremely pleased.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Romanoff had warned him beforehand that Alvin was troublesome,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he never imagined being shut down on the very first sentence!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Non-traditional, wildly unpredictable, extremely difficult to get along with... Coulson made his initial assessment internally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, what do you want?” Alvin plopped onto the sofa, lounging casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahem, Mr. Valthius, could we talk somewhere else?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson glanced subtly around the room, implying: “Someone very much wants to meet you, to speak with you face-to-face. Please believe we have no ill intent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sure. One million, and I’ll agree.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin, as always, maintained his “greedy” persona.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson pulled out his phone, tapped a few times, then smiled: “Mr. Valthius, one million has been deposited into your account. When shall we depart?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Valthius, a sum of one million has just been transferred to your personal account,” JARVIS said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You guys are this rich?” Alvin was slightly surprised—looks like that black egg had been hoarding a lot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not at all. Our funds are actually quite tight,” Coulson maintained his agent’s false smile. “But the Director personally approved this allocation to meet you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, Fury had really gone all in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d already dangled the bait for two days—the timing was right. Alvin nodded: “Fine. Since you’re so sincere, I’ll agree.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, JARVIS.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just before leaving, Alvin suddenly spoke: “I forgot my pendant. Please fetch it for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>JARVIS paused half a second: “Understood, Mr. Valthius. Please be careful—I will maintain constant surveillance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This instantly made Coulson uneasy, as if they truly intended harm to Alvin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Coulson present, Alvin didn’t need to drive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riding the S.H.I.E.L.D.-issued vehicle, the sense of security was overwhelming—the defensive capabilities were evident even from Fury’s own car. They arrived at a café in downtown New York.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Coulson drove Alvin to a café in downtown New York.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Valthius, the Director is waiting inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson opened the car door for him, bowing slightly with deep respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are probably your people everywhere around, right?” Alvin glanced at the passersby nearby—clearly trained, not ordinary civilians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These are necessary security measures, Mr. Valthius.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson explained earnestly: “Rest assured, these personnel are solely to protect the Director’s safety—they pose no threat to you whatsoever.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was something to hear, not believe—anyone who took it seriously was an idiot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The visible personnel alone numbered over a dozen—how many more lurked unseen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh~ You think I believe that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin smiled, clapped Coulson’s shoulder, and said meaningfully: “Next time, make sure the archer hides better—he’s too conspicuous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson was speechless, forced to awkwardly guide Alvin forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stepping into the café, Alvin’s eyes lit up: “Long time no see, Miss Natasha. Missed me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Widow in her agent attire twitched slightly—had the Director not been beside her, she’d have shot this bastard already!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks, I didn’t miss you,” the Black Widow snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, Alvin Valthius.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting beside her, calm and seasoned, Nick Fury rose slowly with a smile, extending his hand: “I’m Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re the S.H.I.E.L.D. Director?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin stared at the black egg for several seconds, then turned to Coulson: “Are you sure you didn’t just hire some rapper to fool me? A black man as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment before, Nick Fury had been smiling—now his face darkened like a soot-covered pot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, his skin was already very dark, so the change was barely noticeable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder Romanoff said this kid was infuriating—he’d just witnessed it firsthand!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nick Fury gritted his teeth: “Do you have a problem with my skin color?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A little, but not much—I’m just a bit racially biased.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin said earnestly, yet still extended his hand: “But I don’t mean human skin color—I mean creatures outside the human race.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knows: in the Warhammer universe, a little racial bias is perfectly normal, right?\u003C\u002Fp>",1149,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7c087a80710b26925ff263a876992a485b8c464eb374626156c6d937be7fdfaf","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-54","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-52",588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]