Chapter 51: The Amnesiac King, Namor
The man had a pair of wings on his ankles and wore nothing but a tight-fitting pair of briefs. His sharply defined muscles would make anyone envious.
Moreover, despite the temperature outside being over negative twenty degrees Celsius and the castle interior equally frigid, he was breathing normally without suffering from hypothermia—a clear sign that he was no ordinary person.
"Pirate King?"
Steve asked, "You know him?"
"He's the Ocean Overlord, the Pirate King, Namor," Allen said curiously. "He shouldn't be on land. Why isn't he in the ocean?"
The title "Ocean Overlord, Pirate King" was obviously something Allen made up on the spot.
Steve attempted to wake Namor and question him, but he got no response.
"Step aside, let me do it."
Allen stepped forward, placed both hands on Namor's shoulders, and began shaking him vigorously.
"Pirate King, wake up! The righteous navy is coming!"
"We agreed to become the most wanted men together. I'm Luffy!"
"Look, Nami and Robin aren't wearing any clothes!"
Namor was shaken so violently that he looked like a bobblehead, his entire skeletal structure nearly falling apart.
"Damn, I still couldn't fool him," Allen said in frustration. "I can't wake up a salted fish that's pretending to be asleep."
At this point, waking him up wasn't even the issue anymore—they were just afraid they might shake him to death.
Steve grabbed the head scientist, Cologne, and demanded, "Tell me, what did you do to him?"
"He fell into a coma shortly after being captured. We only drew his blood for testing. We hadn't even begun studying him," Cologne answered in terror.
"Who is he?" Steve pressed.
"He's lost his memory. He can't provide any information about his identity."
Cologne wasn't lying.
They had found Namor walking shirtless through the snow and decided to capture him for research. To their surprise, he possessed immense strength and terrifying destructive power—he could lift and throw a tank with his bare hands.
It took a significant number of Nazi soldiers and great sacrifices for Pioneer Technology to finally subdue him. Otherwise, a military stronghold like Bettel City would never have faced a manpower shortage.
According to established lore, Namor's strength cap was around one hundred tons, while a tank weighed only fifty to sixty tons, making it perfectly reasonable for him to lift and throw one.
However, he had a notable weakness—his abilities would weaken upon leaving water, though he still remained far superior to an ordinary human in physical fitness.
Namor's unique physiology stemmed from being a hybrid of Atlantean and human bloodlines. His Atlantean lineage granted him power from water, while his human half had awakened the mutant gene, resulting in the tiny wings on his ankles that allowed him to fly.
A half-Atlantean, half-human with power comparable to an Old God, tasked with maintaining peace between land and sea—his resemblance to a certain neighboring Aquaman was uncanny.
Of course, Namor had been around since World War II, while Aquaman wouldn't appear until much later.
"I get it now."
Suddenly, Allen had a revelation. He picked up Namor and carried him to the window, then unceremoniously tossed him into the castle's moat.
"Allen, what the hell are you doing?!" Steve shouted in fury.
The man was unconscious—throwing him into the water would drown him!
Allen remained unfazed. "Fish can't stay out of water for too long. He needs to soak a bit to stay fresh."
"That's a person, not a fish!"
The moment Steve finished speaking, he jumped in to save Namor.
As soon as he hit the water, the bone-chilling cold caused his blood vessels to constrict. Steve's head popped back up in alarm as he shouted, "Crap, I'm cramping! Get me out!"
"This idiot really jumped in to kill himself over an argument," Allen muttered, leaning out the window. "Old man, you feeling cold now?"
For someone with ten times the physical attributes of a regular human, Steve's lack of cold resistance was surprising.
But it made sense—skin contact with freezing water provided an immediate, visceral sensation of the cold.
The river hadn't frozen over despite the subzero temperatures, likely because Pioneer Technology had dumped saltwater or antifreeze into it to prevent ice from forming and turning it into an easy walkway, thus preserving its defensive function.
"Nanaue wants to swim too!"
The sight of water was too tempting for Nanaue. Without hesitation, he dove in headfirst.
Boom!
A massive splash erupted.
Not from Nanaue's dive, but from Namor suddenly leaping out of the water, holding a soaking-wet Steve in his arms.
His ankle wings fluttered, keeping him airborne.
Allen's eyes widened in shock. "You two can't be together! This kind of love will never work out!"
Namor had carried Steve back princess-style, and he hovered in the air as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Carter, keep an eye on your man. Don't let him get seduced by some shady guy," Allen quipped.
"What do you mean, 'my man'? Don't talk nonsense!" Carter's cheeks flushed red.
"Well, he is now. I approve," Allen declared, sounding exactly like a concerned father trying to keep his son from going astray.
Namor, still looking dazed, flew back into the castle and set Steve down. Seeing the captured scientists, he asked, "Did you rescue me?"
"That's right. I, Motherfker-Man, never leave my name after doing good deeds," Allen said proudly before asking, "Pirate King, why aren't you in Atlantis? Are you on land looking for a mate because it's your breeding season?"
"Atlantis…"
Namor repeated the word, frowning as he struggled to recall. Something about it felt deeply significant to him.
"Holy crap, I remember now! This is amnesiac Namor. He should be joining Steve's Invaders team right about now," Allen said confidently, stroking his chin.
"What the hell is the Invaders?"
Steve had never heard of it, and the name made it sound like a villainous organization.
Namor approached Allen excitedly. "You know me?"
"W-What are you doing?!"
Allen instinctively shielded his chest and leaned back dramatically, exclaiming, "Beast! You want both father and son?! Your tastes are too perverted!"
Namor grabbed Allen by the collar with one hand and demanded, "Tell me everything!"
"Let go of Nanaue's master!"
At that moment, Nanaue clambered onto the window ledge, just in time to see Allen being lifted off the ground. He immediately lunged forward to save him.
Boom!
Namor casually swatted Nanaue away, sending him flying right back out the window.
He came, he went—without leaving a single cloud behind.
"I'll talk!"
Allen turned away bashfully but stole a glance at Namor out of the corner of his eye.
Namor's strength cap was around one hundred tons, while Allen, at max-level Rogue and level fifty Alchemist, had barely over two tons of strength. He stood no chance in a direct fight.
However, if they became enemies, Namor wouldn't necessarily win—Allen could always turn invisible, poison him, or use other underhanded tactics.
Meanwhile, the surrounding soldiers had all raised their guns, ready to fire in case Namor lost control.
Realizing his mistake, Namor put Allen down and patiently waited for an explanation.
"You don't remember who you are, do you?"
Namor fell silent.
His mind felt blank. He only remembered being captured by Pioneer Technology—he had no recollection of how he even ended up on the battlefield.
Allen provided the only available information.
"Namor McKenzie, King of Atlantis, Overlord of the Ocean."
"That's it?"
"That's it."
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