Chapter 68: Mephisto: I have burned out.
Mephisto looked at Loya through the invisible barrier, puzzled.
At first, he didn't understand what the other party meant by "streaking."
Was it a stripping magic?
But he, the dignified Mephisto, Lord of Hell, a powerful Dimensional Demon God, how could he be affected by stripping magic?
His powerful strength and status were enough to make him immune to such low-level magic.
Furthermore, he had never worn clothes; these clothes on his body were all manifestations of his power. How could there be any talk of streaking? Or rather, he had always been "streaking."
That damn guy always likes to use human concepts to speculate about Dimensional Demon God!
Utterly foolish!
As this thought flashed rapidly through his mind, Mephistodecided to use magic to cross the dimensional barrier.
This damn human was too naive; how could a mere low-level dimensional barrier stop a Demon God?
Spouting nonsense from behind a dimensional barrier was simply an insult to him.
He only needed to gently urge his power to cross the dimensional barrier and tear this human to shreds!
Just as Mephisto was preparing to make a move, Loya had already activated "Never Leave Empty-Handed."
There were no flashy special effects, nor any earth-shattering fluctuations.
It was as ordinary as a single breath.
In just an instant, a gorgeously decorated magic book appeared in his hand.
It was the very same one Mephisto had previously used to compile contracts.
"Whoa! Succeeded on the first try, is my luck that good?"
Loya was quite pleasantly surprised. As expected, he wasn't an African; he just used his luck to snatch other people's stuff.
"What the f*ck!?"
When he saw a familiar magic book appear in Loya's hand, Mephisto was instantly stunned, and the cross-dimensional magic he was about to use was interrupted.
That magic book—why did it look a bit like his own?
He subconsciously sensed his pocket; it was empty, with nothing inside.
Was it really his?
When?
Mephisto was now completely dumbfounded.
He, a Dimensional Demon God who had existed for countless eons and was proficient in all kinds of magic, had actually had his magic book stolen without even sensing the other party's magical fluctuations.
Since when did Earth have such a mage?
"How is this possible? How could you do such a thing?"
After realizing what happened, Mephisto's expression twisted, and his eyeballs were about to pop out.
This magic book was made of various precious materials and was used exclusively for compiling contracts. It was an essential item for him when walking on Earth and looking for entertainment.
There were only a few such books in the Hell Dimension.
Most importantly, this magic book contained many completed contracts; if any loopholes were found...
No matter what, he had to snatch it back!
A sharp light flashed in Mephisto's eyes as he secretly brewed his power.
Loya didn't answer; smiling, he activated "Never Leave Empty-Handed" again.
However, the result was disappointing; his hand was empty.
That meant there were no more things on Mephisto that counted as items.
Loya was stunned for a moment. Even the clothes didn't count as items?
The idea of him streaking couldn't be achieved?
Then he thought of something and realized with a start. He looked at Mephisto with a face of disgust: "Are your clothes illusions? Does that mean you've been streaking the whole time?"
Mephisto glared fiercely at Loya: "I've said it before, don't view a Dimensional Demon God through human concepts; those damn notions of shame of yours are ineffective against me."
"Oh~" Loya intentionally drew out his tone, tossing the magic book in his hand up and down.
He sighed: "It seems the economy is in a downturn everywhere. A dignified Dimensional Demon God, and you only have one magic book on you. It's truly unbelievably poor; so poor it makes me laugh."
Mephisto turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, reaching a boiling point. He was trembling with rage, and his nose became even more crooked.
It was the first time he had ever been called poor by a human; it was truly hellish.
He wasn't a wholesaler; why would he bring so many treasures to Earth? To attract the attention of the Ancient One? And then get robbed?
Mephisto's whole body ignited with hellfire, his tone cold, as if judging a heinous criminal: "Human, you will pay a heavy price for today's rudeness. I will torture you with the cruelest punishments of Hell, making you spend eternity in pain. There will be no trace of you left in the world; everything about you will be erased by me!"
He raised his hands high, and the hellfire flowed into the void.
"Dimensional Teleportation!"
Bang!
Space twisted, wrapping Mephisto's figure into it, and he disappeared without a trace.
Loya's body was tense, scanning his surroundings vigilantly, ready to fight with full force at any moment.
However, no danger descended, and the upbeat music in the bar continued.
Mephisto only disappeared for an instant before reappearing in the deathmatch contract space.
This time, his expression was no longer arrogant and angry; instead, it was replaced by deep gravity and confusion.
"Dimensional teleportation actually failed. What power stopped my teleportation?"
Mephisto was filled with suspicion.
In his eyes, this strange space only used basic spatial magic and dimensional barrier magic.
Yet, it was precisely such basic magic that caused his teleportation to fail.
Whenever he tried to cross that boundary, a mysterious force would block him, forcing him to stay within this space.
"I don't believe it!"
Mephisto snorted coldly.
"Dimensional Tear!"
"Dimension Shatter!"
"Spatial Annihilation!"
"Avatar Convergence!"
Inside the deathmatch contract space, countless powerful spells flew, and all kinds of flashy special effects emerged one after another. The previously intact private room instantly turned to powder, leaving not even debris behind.
Such an unimaginable scene naturally attracted the attention of other guests in the bar.
But unlike normal New York City citizens who like to watch the excitement, the residents of Hell's Kitchen had their own set of survival rules.
"Run!"
"Motherf*cker! This must be a super assassin sent by the government to clean us up!"
"Do less drugs, stop daydreaming, run!"
"Mom, come look at Superman!"
In less than a minute, the entire bar was cleared out, as if no one had ever been there.
This was the survival rule of Hell's Kitchen: when encountering abnormal things, run first; otherwise, your life is at risk.
After all, there were just too many f*cked up things here.
Loya watched Mephisto's performance quietly from behind an invisible barrier.
Honestly, he was quite surprised too.
He initially thought that the inability to enter or exit the deathmatch space formed by the "deathmatch contract" before the conditions were met applied only to the two combatants.
Now it seemed that even power couldn't enter or exit.
This wasn't a deathmatch space; when combined with "Inequality," it was clearly an ultimate prison.
However, thinking about it carefully, it seemed that it really should be this way.
After all, if others could input energy to influence the battle between the two, what kind of one-on-one deathmatch would that be?
As expected of a system product, rigorous!
It's a pity it can only be used one-on-one.
After a long while, the magical fluctuations inside the deathmatch contract space finally stopped.
Mephisto sat slowly on the ground, his expression calm and serene, with a sense of detachment as if he had seen through everything.
He—
—had burned out.
He was out of tricks.
He had compromised.
Currently, no matter what, he couldn't get out.
His avatar could only use so much power; any more would attract the attention of the Ancient One, which would be more troublesome.
Furthermore, his original body in the Hell Dimension could only send one avatar to Earth; any more was not allowed. This was the contract with the Ancient One.
Mephisto turned his head to stare at Loya, his voice hoarse, with a hint of unspeakable bitterness: "Are you... a disciple of the Ancient One?"
69This isn't a contract, it's a book of experience.
This isn't a contract book; it's an experience book.
Throughout the endless ages, Mephisto had encountered countless living beings and deceived countless races; he had even successfully scammed Dimensional Demon God.
Few people could ever make him suffer a loss.
But on Earth, the Ancient One was one of them.
That bald old woman had tricked him several times, to the point that his reputation among the Dimensional Demon God was a bit poor.
The way Loya scammed people made Mephisto see a shadow of the Ancient One in him, perhaps even a superior version.
If he really was the Ancient One's disciple, then the lives of the other Dimensional Demon God would be difficult.
One Ancient One was disgusting enough; if another even more disgusting one came along, how were they supposed to play?
Dormammu could just wait to be tortured by the master-disciple duo.
But to Mephisto's surprise, Loya slowly shook his head, the corners of his mouth curling upward. "I'm not the Ancient One's disciple. To be precise, I've never even met her. I'm just a warm-hearted ordinary person."
"Ordinary person?" Mephisto stared at him coldly. "What I hate most are bastards like you who are deliberately modest. You clearly possess great strength, yet you pretend to be weak. So hypocritical—even the demons in Hell are more sincere than you."
He seemed relieved on the surface, but alarm bells were ringing in his heart.
If someone who wasn't even the Ancient One's disciple was this annoying, what would happen if he teamed up with her?
This ability to find contract loopholes was much stronger than the Ancient One's.
Loya naturally didn't know that Mephisto had mistaken the "Inequality" ability to violate contracts at will for an ability to find loopholes.
Even if he did know, he would only praise the old demon for his overactive imagination.
He was just quite speechless. Was he being praised?
It felt a bit strange.
Loya shook his head. "Modesty is a virtue."
He paused and shrugged. "Forget it, I can't explain it to you. You've already lost; it's time to fulfill your conditions."
"Yes, I lost." Mephisto spread his hands, feigning ease. He acted as if he didn't care on the surface, but in reality, he was truly out of options.
But he still had schemes. The power of the Hell Dimensionwas not so easy to borrow; later, he would add a little something to the power to corrode this bastard's heart.
With a thought, Loya reached out and grasped the air, and a ball of blazing orange-red fire appeared in his palm.
This was Hellfire, capable of burning the soul.
"Not bad, not bad."
Loya nodded with a smile.
He had collected the power of another Dimensional Demon God. If he had the chance to trick the other villainous Dimensional Demon God out of their power in the future, that would be a great sense of achievement.
Loya looked at Mephisto and smiled slightly. "I have the power now. Now tell me how to use those magic spells you used earlier."
Those spells were indeed quite good; it would be a waste not to take them.
Mephisto gave a mysterious smile and responded indifferently, "You use them when you want to."
Loya frowned. "I mean details like incantations and gestures."
Mephisto seemed to hear something hilarious and burst out laughing. "My dear friend, I am telling the truth. You really do just use them when you want to."
He stood up, regaining his elegant posture. "magic knowledge is a treasure, and my magic even more so.
My magic knowledge resides in my true body, not in this avatar. What the avatar possesses are merely techniques imprinted by the true body, just like skills in the games you play—you use them as you wish, without knowing their fundamental nature."
"So..."
Mephisto had a look of pure delight on his face. "I don't know if you ask me. I'd love to tell you, but the Ancient One won't let my true body enter."
He stared at Loya sinisterly, his voice raspy. "Want to know? Come to Hell. Hahahaha..."
"Shit! What a nasty laugh."
Loya cursed inwardly. As expected of Mephisto, his brain worked quite well, thinking of everything.
But... why was he able to think of even this?
Loya coughed twice, his expression turning odd. "Then can I understand it as you having suffered losses before and being tricked by others, which is why you're so careful?"
This sentence hit Mephisto right where it hurt. His smile froze instantly, and he had no desire to admit it.
But due to the contract rules, he had no choice but to speak.
"Yes, I have been tricked by others. Are you satisfied now? You damned human bastard!"
The little bit of face he had managed to regain vanished in an instant. Mephisto truly wanted to tear the mouth off the person in front of him.
Loya smiled in realization. He knew it; this guy must have summarized his experience from failures. It was indeed so.
Mephisto snorted coldly. "However, if you are interested in those magic spells, I have another way to tell you."
"Oh?" Loya raised an eyebrow. "Let's hear it."
Mephisto pointed at the magic book. "Exchange it for the magic book in your hand."
"Oh~" Loya drew out the word, smiling meaningfully. "You want this magic book so much; it seems the things inside are very precious."
After saying that, he pulled over a chair, sat down right in front of Mephisto, and began to flip through it quietly.
Mephisto didn't get angry but laughed instead, saying calmly, "The contents of the book are written in characters unique to the Hell Dimension. You won't understand them, and there are no contract rules to help you translate this time."
Loya didn't bother to pay him any mind. Instead, he took out an item resembling a mobile phone and scanned the contents of the book.
[Translator: Capable of translating any systematic language or script]
Mephisto curled his lip disdainfully. He had seen Loya take this thing out before; was he planning to translate it now?
What a joke. Human technology translating the language of Hell? You've got to be kidding me.
Loya quickly scanned and translated the contents of the magic book.
He discovered that this book wasn't just for drafting contracts; it also contained many contracts that were already in effect, as well as some of Mephisto's tips for deceiving people.
Furthermore, he saw a familiar contract.
Loya looked at Mephisto with a smile and pointed at the magic book, saying:
"Look at this contract. Oh, a man named Johnny Blaze. Your contract with him was to cure his father's cancer in exchange for his soul.
You did cure his father's cancer, but then you let his father die in an accident. You're really wicked, and you even recorded it. Under your manipulation, Johnny turned into Ghost Rider, but then he broke free from your control."
He looked at Mephisto, whose expression had turned incredibly ugly, and said mockingly, "It must be very painful for you, right?"
Mephisto's face was extremely gloomy. He couldn't fathom how this guy could actually understand it.
Has human technology reached this level?
Translating the language of Hell?
Is this even logical?
Who sold out Hell?
In an instant, he thought of many things, but due to the contract rules, it ultimately turned into a single sentence: "Yes, it is indeed painful for me, but this is my collectible. I can pay a price to exchange it with you."
Loya shook his head gently. When he saw these contracts, he had already thought of many possibilities.
So he asked, "You are the initiator of all these contracts. If I destroy the contracts, can I release those people from their contractual bonds?"
Mephisto smiled, his gaze like he was looking at an illiterate person. "Of course not. If that were possible, I would have torn up my contract with you long ago.
Tearing up a contract at will is itself a violation of the contract. This is a highest-tier contract; it would incur a powerful punishment."
"However..." He changed his tone, speaking playfully, "If someone could withstand the punishment, it wouldn't be impossible to break the bonds. Unfortunately, no one is willing to pay that price.
And the initiator cannot designate someone else to tear it up. Anything involving subjective intent will be punished."
After saying this, Mephisto feigned a warning: "This is a perfect contract without loopholes. Don't think about releasing those people; they got what they deserved. You'd be better off trading with me; you'll be very satisfied."
He wasn't afraid of Loya forcibly tearing the contract, because that was impossible; even he himself could only use tricks to cancel a contract.
What he feared was someone finding a loophole to liberate the souls. That would be trouble. If that happened, how could he continue to mingle in the Dimensional Demon God circle?
Furthermore, his authority and status would be greatly diminished, affecting future development and transactions, and it might even weaken his power. This was absolutely unacceptable.
Hearing this, Loya's eyes lit up. This was exactly the effect he wanted.
No matter how high-level or powerful a contract was, as long as it was a contract, it could be violated without injury. This was the charm of "Inequality."
Therefore, it was impossible to return this contract book to Mephisto.
In Loya's eyes, this contract book was not just a contract book; it was clearly an experience book.
As long as he found the people on the contracts and informed them that he could solve their contract problems, wouldn't that create quests? And quests that could be completed with just a wave of his hand.
And since it involved Dimensional Demon God, the experience would definitely not be too low—at least higher than daily quests. It was pure profit.
So Loya laughed and said, "It's not that I won't give it to you, but this contract book can't reach its full potential in your hands. It's truly a waste."
"What?"
Mephisto was stunned, staring at Loya in disbelief, his voice agitated.
"Do you know what you're saying? The contract book is something I created. I'm wasting it? Do you know that I'm famous because of contracts? You only beat me once, and you think you have no rivals? You..."
"Hey! Shut up!" Loya interrupted Mephisto. "Are you triggered? Getting anxious?"
He shrugged. "If you're so amazing, then find the loophole in this contract that's trapping you. Instead of talking so much nonsense, why don't you do something practical?"
Mephisto's brow furrowed as he pointed at this space. "You're saying this is a contract?"
He had never seen this kind of contract in his life. No true name signed, unclear effects, he hadn't even seen the contract content. This was a contract? What kind of contract was this? An overlord contract?
Loya nodded. "This is a contract, and I'm telling you accurately that it has a loophole. If you can find the loophole, I might just give you this magic book."
After saying that, Loya turned and left, no longer paying attention to the complex expression on Mephisto's face behind him.
Arriving at the bar entrance, Frank was pacing back and forth with an anxious look on his face.
Loya smiled. "Frank, the matter has been resolved. Don't worry."
Frank breathed a sigh of relief, his tense expression relaxing. "It's good that you're okay. I really don't know how to thank you. That guy was simply a monster."
"Hey, we're buddies. Why say all that?" Loya waved his hand. "But I do need a favor from you."
"What favor?" Frank asked.
Loya pointed at the bar. "I'll give you a sum of money. You buy this place to serve as our base. After that, I'll give you a list, and you help me find the people on it."
His idea was very direct: let a professional like Frank search for the contract targets, and when there's a chance, use S.H.I.E.L.D.'s resources. He believed this would yield twice the result with half the effort and greatly increase the efficiency of obtaining experience.
Frank nodded; this request was very simple for him. "What about that bastard Mephisto inside?"
Loya smiled slightly. "Don't worry about him. Due to the contract, he can no longer pester you. Just block that area off. Besides, he doesn't have the heart for it anymore."
The current Mephisto was busy looking for loopholes. With his pride, Loya believed he would be immersed in it for a long time, unable to extricate himself.
As for whether he could find one... hehe, there wasn't one!
On the way home, Loya first took a look at the quest rewards.
[Quest 'Devil's Temptation' completed]
[Rewards: Experience +2000, Frank Favorability +20, Item 'Reality Glasses', Item 'potential stimulation gun']
[Frank Favorability: 75]
[Reality Glasses: A pair of contact lenses. After putting them on, you can see the truth hidden under disguises and illusions]
[Evaluation: No more fear of photo scams!]
[potential stimulation gun: Fires a shot at the target's heart. There is a 50% probability of stimulating their inner potential and awakening superpowers. If it fails, they will die instantly]
[Evaluation: Wealth is determined by fate, life and death are up to heaven. Just do it!]
"Hmm, these glasses are pretty good."
Loya was quite satisfied with the glasses.
But what on Earth was this "potential stimulation gun"?
A fifty percent chance to awaken superpowers, and death if it didn't happen—what an abstract reward.
For Loya, even if there was only a 1% chance of death, he wouldn't use it. This was the self-awareness of someone with bad luck.
And this gun couldn't even be used on enemies. If an enemy awakened, it would be a total case of aiding the enemy.
"Sigh, looks like it can only sit in the warehouse and gather dust~"
...A few days passed. With Loya's assistance, the bar in Hell's Kitchen had completely changed hands. Frank had moved in directly and was preparing to start searching for the targets.
As for Mephisto, for the sake of the magic book, he had become obsessed with studying the loopholes of the "deathmatch contract," unable to stop.
Frank had even thoughtfully built a soundproof room for him, the outside of which was decorated in a prison style—full of malice.
At the same time, Loya also received a new mission from Fury.
"Loya, didn't you ask me to arrange more missions for you? I have a very simple mission here. Go ahead."
Fury's tone was very light.
Steve was adapting very quickly, which was reassuring. It was just that sometimes the way Steve looked at him was a bit strange, but that was harmless; he'd get used to it.
"What mission, Officer?" Loya was feeding Gulu.
"Go to New Mexico, meet up with Coulson, and handle any possible emergencies."
"Understood, Officer."
[Fury has issued a quest to you]
[Quest: Emergency]
[Goal: Help Coulson handle possible emergencies]
[Rewards: Experience 1000, Coulson Favorability +30, Random Item *1]
Hanging up the phone, Loya smiled slightly.
Going to New Mexico—that should mean Thor has arrived.
He just wondered if Thor liked drinking thunder-sprite. He was actually quite looking forward to it.
Chapter 70. Mjolnir Bug
Chapter 71. Mjolnir Bug (Seeking first subscription)
The next day.
After receiving the mission from Fury, Loya immediately set off for New Mexico.
Of course, this time he did not take his "hovering flying carpet" because the distance between the two places was simply too far.
[I hope readers will note our domain name, go to Super Considerate for Taiwanese novels]
Taking a plane occasionally is quite nice, and it is even triple reimbursed.
Upon arriving in New Mexico, Loya drove to the desert area.
He arrived at the destination very soon.
At this time, the small Base built by S.H.I.E.L.D. was basically completed, and Coulson, as the highest person in charge here, had already come out to greet Loya.
"Long time no see."
Coulson rarely showed a smile; with Loya here, he felt much more at ease.
When encountering such unreasonable things, having someone with explosive combat power by one's side provided a sense of security that went without saying.
One must know that there was a legend circulating within S.H.I.E.L.D. about a super Agent with a 100% mission completion rate, which Fury had always used to motivate his subordinate Agents.
This person was naturally Loya.
Of course, very few people knew Loya's true identity; Furyhad always kept this matter strictly confidential.
Coulson was one of them, knowing most of Loya's achievements and understanding just how strong his combat power was.
Where he was, at least one's life safety was guaranteed; this was the greatest peace of mind.
The other Agents naturally did not know about this; seeing their top superior being so polite, and having never seen Loya before, they directly regarded him as a nepotistic connection who had gone through Fury's back door.
Loya nodded with a smile: "Coulson, long time no see, your hairline has receded again."
"..."
The corners of Coulson's mouth twitched. Why did he bring this up as soon as they met?
He stayed up late every day, running around on S.H.I.E.L.D.missions; how could he not lose hair?
Sometimes he even wanted to learn from Fury and just become a big bald head; that would be so much easier, and he would not have to worry about this damn hairline.
Coulson did not intend to dwell on this topic: "Follow me, I will briefly explain the situation here."
On the way to the inside of the Base, Coulson introduced: "Not long ago, we detected an abnormal wormhole phenomenon. A hammer fell out of the wormhole. The material of the hammer does not belong to any known material on Earth; it is an alien product."
Loya knew what it was, but he could not say it out loud, so he could only ask curiously: "An alien hammer? So magical? Take me to see it quickly."
Arriving inside the Base.
On the ground stood a square silver hammer engraved with exquisite runes.
It was exactly Mjolnir, mjolnir.
And around the hammer, there were messy tire tracks and excavation marks everywhere, a complete mess.
Coulson explained: "When we discovered this hammer, we tried to lift it, but no one could succeed.
Afterward, we tried using tools, but whether it was a truck or a crane, we could not move it even a bit. There was no other way, so we could only build a temporary Base on the spot."
His expression was very puzzled: "There is another very strange phenomenon. We dug out the soil underneath, and it should fall due to gravity, but the impact of the fall clearly does not match the weight it should have had previously.
But if only a little is left, even if it is only one millimeter thick, it can support the hammer. This completely violates physical phenomena."
After speaking, Coulson looked at Loya expectantly, hoping he could find some different clues.
The sentence Coulson heard most from Fury now was to use the unscientific to deal with the unscientific.
Otherwise, why would he send Loya here?
"Let me try to see what is going on."
Loya did not say a word and walked directly to the hammer. How could he not understand what Coulsonmeant?
It just so happened that he wanted to try it anyway; it was a must-do project for a Marvel transmigrator. He had to try whether he could lift Mjolnir.
Loya grabbed the short handle of the hammer, his muscles tensed, and he exerted force suddenly.
Boom!
His feet instantly sank into the ground, reaching his ankles, and the ground cracked and splintered.
An invisible air wave carrying dust filled the sky and spread to the surroundings.
Coulson subconsciously closed his eyes, feeling shocked: "How does it feel like it has more power than a crane? As expected of Agent Loya, he is truly fierce."
When the smoke and dust cleared.
Loya stood in place, motionless, and the hammer was also motionless.
Clearly, he could not lift Mjolnir.
This was a very reasonable situation. If he could lift Mjolnir, he would have to suspect if something was wrong.
After all, he was not exactly a completely good person.
However, he had another method he had not tried.
Loya moved his mind, and a breeze rose out of thin air in the room, then became stronger and more violent, finally forming a small hurricane the size of a head.
In Coulson's ghost-seeing eyes, the hurricane wrapped around Mjolnir and lifted it up.
"Sure enough, it works."
Loya smiled with satisfaction.
This was the credit of "Wind Control Swordsmanship". Using the power of the wind, he lifted Mjolnir, which required recognition to be picked up, in a tricky way.
Of course, it did not mean that using magic could pick up Mjolnir.
If that were really the case, Loki would not have been pinned down by Mjolnir.
Although he liked to use daggers, it was not like he did not know levitation magic.
The biggest reason was the particularity of "Wind Control Swordsmanship".
In the concept of "Wind Control Swordsmanship", it is believed that all things have spirits, and wind is no exception. Wind control lies in guiding the power of the wind, not absolute control.
The one lifting the hammer was the wind itself, not pure magic. Loya was just a guide, letting the wind lift the hammer.
That is to say, the power of the natural wind lifted the hammer, which in a sense did not carry subjective consciousness.
But this wind was commanded by Loya.
In summary, it was a bug.
Mjolnir was lifted by the wind, the wind was commanded by Loya, and Loya could indirectly move the hammer through the medium of the wind.
Hmm — — — — It felt like a love triangle.
But he could not use the power of Thor; he could only smash people.
After all, there was no physical entity to carry it. It was estimated that Mjolnir was confused right now.
Just like the ground could also lift the hammer, it could not give power to the ground, right?
Mjolnir fell back to its original place. Coulson approached, his face full of disbelief: "It actually really worked. Did you find any clues?"
He could not help but sigh that Fury's decision was indeed correct; Loya could always do things beyond common sense.
Whether it was moving the hammer or that hurricane that appeared out of thin air, it was so unscientific.
Loya smiled: "Low profile, low profile, I did find some clues."
"What clues?" Coulson asked curiously.
Loya tilted his head to look at the sky, his face deep: "The wind told me some things about the hammer.
One must have noble character, a strong sense of justice, selfless courage, etc., to lift the hammer. That is to say, none of you are worthy; only I am worthy."
The corners of Coulson's mouth twitched, secretly complaining: "Why am I so unconvinced? You have killed more people than all the Agents in this Base combined, and you talk about noble character? And the wind told you the answer? This is too fantastic."
Although he was complaining in his heart, he still recorded what Loya said faithfully. Regardless of whether it was right or not, at least it proved he was not slacking off.
The hammer-lifting incident came to an end. It was getting late, and it started to rain slowly.
Loya returned to his room.
His mission was just to deal with emergencies; other things depended on his mood.
With a thought, he took out the limp Gulu.
[Pet: Gulu (Infinite Slime)]
[Level: 3]
[Strength: 5]
[Constitution: 5]
[Intelligence: 5]
[Upgrade progress: 20%]
[Satiety: 90%]
After being fed various energies and substances in the past few days, Gulu had fully digested them and had reached level 3.
The panel data was equivalent to the limit of a normal human being.
Coupled with various evolutionary abilities, such as wind, Hellfire, metalization, shooting guns, etc.
It could be said that just with Gulu, a small slime, he could knock down all the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents in this Base.
But Loya did not take Gulu out for this reason.
He had a sudden idea just now: could Gulu use Mjolnir?
Gulu was born not long ago, its mind was very simple; simply put, its brain was very smooth, the kind without distracting thoughts.
Reasonably speaking, it should be feasible, analogous to Vision in the original work.
Just as Loya was preparing to experiment, Coulson's anxious voice came through the communicator.
"Loya, a very powerful muscular blond man is heading towards the hammer. Be careful!"
Loya was slightly startled when he heard this: "Yo, our Thor has arrived so quickly."
Chapter 72: As expected of Thor, he's truly impressive
Following the sound of a fierce fight.
Through the curtain of rain, a burly man with long golden hair could be seen fighting several S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents.
He knocked the Agents down with a few punches and kicks, his wet long hair swaying as he roared at the sky: "I am the Son of Odin, I am Thor! You Midgardian mortals, get out of my way!"
At first glance, he looked somewhat like a gorilla.
Thor's combat skills far surpassed those of the S.H.I.E.L.D.Agents; no matter how many Agents came at him, he easily laid them out, like a true God of War.
After taking down the group of Agents, he turned his gaze and saw Loya standing not far away.
This time, Thor did not rush forward as recklessly as before, but instead looked at Loya with a solemn expression.
Hundreds and thousands of years of combat experience allowed him to sense the danger emanating from the man opposite him.
If the combat power of those people before was 1, then this man's combat power was at least 10, or even more—for such a warrior to exist in Midgard, this place really isn't simple.
Thor clenched his fists, his eyes determined; no matter how strong the opponent was, he had to take back the hammer that belonged to him.
"Mortal! The one fighting you now is the God of Thunder, Thor!"
"To lose by my hand is your honor!"
With a loud shout, he immediately charged out.
It had to be said that Thor's combat skills and physical fitness were indeed amazing.
But without his divine power, he was nothing in front of Loya.
Moreover, Loya didn't plan on fighting Thor himself.
"Wait! Hold on a second!"
Loya reached out his hand to stop him.
Thor frowned, his eyes filled with confusion, but he still stopped in his tracks.
As a warrior, he would not attack someone who did not wish to fight.
Standing in place, he suddenly seemed to understand something and laughed heroically: "Midgardian, it seems you have already understood my power. Now, let me pass, I want to reclaim my glory!"
Loya looked puzzled: "What do you mean I understood your power? I meant you have to pass my pet's test before you can challenge me."
As he spoke, he pointed to the cute Gulu hopping around his feet.
As a pet with infinite potential, Gulu could not just eat and sleep all day like a pig.
It needed proper combat, which would also help with digestion, wouldn't it?
Loya once had a dream of being like a Taoist with fifteen dogs, walking sideways across the whole server.
Thor looked in the direction Loya was pointing.
When he saw the hopping black ball, his face instantly flushed red with rage: "Bold mortal! You dare to insult me? You want me to fight a black ball?"
"Then stay down!"
Thor gave a loud shout and charged out with all his might, determined to wash away the humiliation.
Loya smiled slightly and waved his hand: "Go, Gulu! Let him see how powerful you are!"
Gulu leaped up in response, making a gurgling sound.
Seeing that Loya really sent a black ball out, Thor grew even angrier.
What did he take an honored warrior for?
Midgard was indeed a barbaric place!
Gulu's movements had no pattern; it just went straight back and forth, perfectly like a ball.
Seeing this, Thor showed a look of disdain; he really couldn't imagine what kind of combat power this ball could have.
His muscles tensed as he threw a heavy straight punch toward Gulu.
If nothing went wrong, this punch should have sent Guluflying.
However, something unexpected happened.
Clang!
Crack!
The fist made contact with Gulu, producing a dull metallic thud, followed immediately by the clear sound of bone cracking.
"AAAAHHH!!!"
Thor clutched his right fist, jumping up and down, screaming repeatedly.
Broken, it was definitely broken.
He looked at Gulu with a distorted face.
By now, Gulu had fallen to the ground, its body emitting a metallic luster, and a small pit had been smashed into the ground.
"What's going on?"
Thor's face was full of shock and confusion; he knew very well that the black ball didn't look like this just now, yet it had instantly turned into metal.
When did Midgard start having such creatures?
As an experienced warrior, Thor quickly thought of a countermeasure.
His goal was to get his beloved Mjolnir, not to defeat every opponent.
Sometimes, tactics had to be flexibly adjusted.
Thor immediately had a plan, preparing to leap directly over Gulu.
Since it had turned into metal, that meant it wasn't flexible enough, and he could toy with it using his movement techniques.
However—
The moment Thor leaped over Gulu's head, an alarming heat came from beneath him.
A strike straight for the vitals!
Even Thor showed a hint of panic when faced with such a ruthless attack.
He had to dodge, otherwise his lifelong happiness would be gone.
With his amazing control, he rolled to the side, dodging the incoming Fire.
Looking back, that metallic ball had turned into a fireball floating in the air.
"???"
Thor was full of questions; what had happened to Midgard over the years that it could breed creatures capable of switching freely between different material forms?
In the moment of rolling and observing, he thought of his next combat plan.
No longer meeting force with force, he took a large leap into the rain.
Since the opponent was Fire, he would use Water.
It had to be said that Thor's experience was indeed rich, as he could always react in the shortest time.
But he had clearly still underestimated Gulu.
In an instant, Gulu turned into a wind element, its body trembling slightly as a gale surged from within.
The gale kicked up the mud on the ground and smashed it right into Thor's face, instantly covering him in filth.
He spat out a mouthful of mud and roared angrily.
"Dammit!"
"Black ball, though you are strong, you have already lost!"
Thor laughed loudly; he was now standing not far from Mjolnir.
Clearly, the fledgling Gulu's combat awareness still couldn't compare to Thor's.
Gulu panicked; this was its first time fighting for its Master, and it absolutely could not lose!
"Gulu!"
It gave a low growl, wind surging around it as it lunged at Thor.
Due to its body being wind-elemental, Gulu's speed was extremely fast, arriving at Mjolnir almost at the same time as Thor.
Just as Thor grabbed the hammer, Gulu also wrapped its body around the handle.
Something unexpected happened.
The moment Gulu touched the handle, thunder surged across the sky and coiled around its body; its Mimicryability activated, instantly transforming itself into a lightning form.
Gulu couldn't help but let out a roar: "Gulu!"
Accompanied by thunder, the momentum was immense.
Before Thor could react, he was enveloped by the lightning.
Boom!
Crackle!
"I am—urgh-gh-gh-gh—Thor—"
Thor was electrocuted until his eyes rolled back, his speech became slurred, and after puffing out a cloud of black smoke, he fell straight to the ground.
"Holy crap, Gulu, you actually did it."
Loya was greatly shocked; he hadn't expected Gulu to actually be recognized by Mjolnir.
Could this be the benefit of having a smooth head?
"Gulu, gulu." The lightning version of Gulu twisted its thunderous body in the air.
Mjolnir also trembled along with it, seemingly emitting some strange vibration.
Loya didn't notice this, but instead quickly went to Thor's side and checked his breathing.
He breathed a sigh of relief and praised: "As expected of Thor, he's truly resistant to electricity. Impressive, truly impressive; I didn't even need to test him with the thunder-sprite."
At this moment, a burst of dense and hurried footsteps came from the corridor on the other side.
It was Coulson arriving with a team of people.
He looked in disbelief at the ball of lightning and the hammer floating in the air, then at the burly golden-haired man lying on the ground.
Finally, he scanned the surroundings, which looked as if they had been struck by lightning.
His brow twitched: "What happened here?"
Loya spread his hands helplessly: "The God of Thunderwas struck unconscious by lightning."
Chapter 73: 72. Do I Look Like Thor to You?
The next day.
Inside the temporary base's restroom.
A large bald man wearing glasses was huddled in a stall, making a phone call with a shifty, rat-like expression.
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"Officer Pierce, everything is going smoothly; it's all under my surveillance."
"It's just—" He hesitated slightly.
"Just what? Agent Sitwell, do not hesitate; your time is limited." Pierce's voice was gentle yet carried an unquestionable authority.
"It's just that this matter seems to involve aliens. The blonde man who came for the hammer said he is from Asgard and is a God of Thunder. On Earth, this is a story from Norse mythology."
Sitwell spoke at a very fast pace.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Pierce's voice rang out again: "You don't need to worry about that. Just proceed as usual. Report any situation at any time."
Hanging up the phone, Sitwell left with his shifty gaze.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Coulson was also making a call.
"Director, the blonde man reported last night is named Thor. We interrogated a little information out of him after he woke up. He claims to be Thor, the God of Thunder, Prince of Asgard. That hammer is called Mjolnir; it's a story from Norse mythology."
"Judging by the hammer's performance last night, there's a high probability it's true. Myths might actually be stories of aliens descending to Earth. If that's the case, perhaps other myths—"
Coulson didn't finish the sentence, and Fury on the other end understood.
Suddenly, he had a massive headache.
The previous vampires, dinosaurs, dream creatures, and the serum were already enough trouble.
Now there was another wave of aliens, and possibly even more unknown entities.
Those green-skinned aliens were already hard enough to deal with, and now this.
Is Earth some kind of Universal Containment Center?
Why does everyone like running here?
Fury rubbed his head, his voice deep: "First, communicate with that Thor. Determine the intentions and attitude of their civilization. According to mythological records, this prince came to Earth without any power."
"That means it's likely an internal power struggle. If we're not careful, Earth could be threatened. You must be extremely cautious."
""
"Understood, Director."
Coulson hung up the phone with a bit of a headache and let out a heavy sigh.
While both Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. were busy handling matters,
Loya, who didn't need to work, was fast asleep.
Buzz buzz buzz~
The sudden sound of the phone woke Loya from his dreamland.
"Who is it? This early in the morning."
He picked up the phone somewhat impatiently.
The screen showed a call from Fury.
"Hello, Director? What's up?" Loya's voice was still thick with sleepiness.
Fury's somewhat tired voice came from the other side.
"Loya, I have a temporary emergency mission for you."
Hearing this, Loya was instantly no longer sleepy and immediately switched to a gentle tone.
"Director, go ahead. I guarantee the mission will be completed."
Fury got straight to the point: "I need you to interrogate that man named Thor from last night. Coulson can't do anything with him."
"Interrogate him on why he came to Earth, his purpose for being here, and what his civilization's attitude toward Earth is."
He paused: "Don't you have that bun that makes people tell the truth? Ten million, right? I'll pay!"
[Fury has issued a mission to you]
[Mission: Interrogate Thor]
[Objective: Make Thor reveal the various reasons for coming to Earth]
[Rewards: Experience +1500, Fury Favorability +10, Random Item *1]
"Yes, sir. Mission will be completed."
Loya hung up the phone happily.
Getting Thor to say these things didn't require an 'honesty bean paste bun' at all; he had someone else in mind for the bun.
It seemed that while completing the mission this time, he could also pocket ten million US dollars for free.
After a quick cleanup, Loya headed toward the interrogation room.
Just as he reached the door, he heard Thor's loud wailing from inside: "Hammer, I want my hammer! My hammer ran away with a black ball! Waaaaah, it doesn't want me anymore!"
Loya: "—"
Why did it feel like a girlfriend had run off with someone else?
He pushed the door open, and the sound became even louder, nearly bursting his eardrums.
Seeing Loya arrive, Coulson walked to the side and said helplessly, "This guy is impossible to communicate with. If he's not asking for his hammer, he's talking about war, the greatness of Asgard, his own heroic deeds, and so on."
"No matter what you talk to him about, it eventually circles back to these few topics. He's completely single-minded."
He had never encountered such a difficult fellow. Moreover, this guy kept mentioning war, which made his heart race in fear of an alien civilization attacking.
"Alright, let me give it a try." Loya smiled confidently.
When Thor saw Gulu behind him carrying Mjolnir, his wailing stopped abruptly.
His expression became extremely complex and vivid.
Anger, sadness, helplessness, pain, and various other emotions intertwined; he looked just like a victim of betrayal.
Thor's memory of last night was particularly vivid.
He remembered clearly that he had touched the hammer himself at that time.
But Mjolnir chose that black ball instead and even electrocuted him.
What was even more terrifying was that the black ball was just a pet, and it had a Master.
This was like a wife he had loved for many years not only running off with a third party but even turning around to give him a beating.
Not only that, she even took someone else as her Master.
How tragic could it get?
Pain, so much pain!
Thor was in so much pain he could hardly breathe; he only wanted Mjolnir back.
If that happened—he would forgive Mjolnir, as long as Mjolnir was willing to change its mind.
Loya didn't know Thor's internal monologue. He slowly sat down opposite him and said, "Thor? Shall we talk?"
Thor glared at him fiercely, forcing his aura to rise: "I am the son of the All-Father, the future King of the Nine Realms, the God of Thunder. Give Mjolnir back to me, and I can—"
"Stop!" Loya interrupted him mercilessly, smiling cheerfully. "Don't brag so much to me. You, a God of Thunder? You were knocked unconscious by the lightning of your own hammer."
"Uh—" Thor was momentarily speechless, unable to find a word of rebuttal for a long while.
Finally, he could only squeeze out: "You must have used some sinister trickery to make Mjolnir attack me!"
"As long as you let me have Mjolnir and restore my divine power, I will definitely shock you into submission!"
His burning gaze swept over Mjolnir.
He still couldn't believe Mjolnir would betray him. It must have been that his posture was wrong at the time, causing Mjolnir to misunderstand.
Loya shrugged and said something that pierced right to the heart: "Do you absolutely need a hammer to use your power? Then are you the God of Thunder or the God of Hammers?"
"Uh—um—ah—" Thor, who had been shouting non-stop just now, was now completely speechless.
If it were before, he certainly would have charged in with his hammer.
But now, he suddenly felt those words made a bit of sense. Was he really the God of Hammers?
Thor said with some lack of confidence, "No, I am the God of Thunder. Mjolnir is my best partner and weapon."
The sincere words were useless; Mjolnir stayed on Gulu as if it hadn't heard a thing.
Loya raised an eyebrow, his face full of smiles: "I think my words have touched your soul."
He slowly stood up, leaning forward, and whispered, "Then, do I look like the God of Thunder to you?"
After saying that, with a thought from Loya, his entire body was covered in a layer of dazzling lightning, crackling and sizzling.
Seeing this scene, Thor suddenly stood up, his eyes wide with disbelief: "You—are you my father's illegitimate son?!"
Chapter 74: The God of Lies Prepares to Eat My honesty bean paste bun
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire interrogation room fell silent.
Coulson was stunned, looking at Loya in disbelief.
He felt Thor's words made a lot of sense.
If Loya really was the child of that so-called All-Father.
Then everything that happened before could be connected.
Powerful, mysterious, endless props, defying common sense—
It all connected.
There is only one truth.
Loya is the illegitimate child left on Earth by the ruler of a super alien civilization.
What a shocking scoop!
Coulson felt he had already grasped the truth.
Seeing the looks Thor and Coulson were giving him, Loyafrowned slightly, almost laughing in anger. What kind of logic was this?
"I'm a pure Earthling, okay? Do you have any brains at all?"
His original intention was to use the power of thunder, make a grand display to shock Thor, and then ask how it was done.
Finally, he would naturally get Thor to explain why he was exiled to Earth and complete the mission.
As for why he didn't let Thor try Mjolnir first.
It was entirely because this guy definitely couldn't lift it.
Plus, with the grudge of Gulu stealing the hammer, under this double blow, it was hard to imagine how Thor, who was particularly sensitive about the hammer, would react.
At that point, the probability of him giving up on himself and refusing to speak was also quite high.
Loya actually knew the reason Thor came to Earth, but the mission required Thor to say it himself, which imposed greater restrictions.
Thor realized what he had said, and his expression immediately turned awkward. How could Father possibly have an illegitimate child? The old man only had two biological sons.
If Father found out he was speaking so carelessly outside, his punishment would definitely be increased.
Thor coughed lightly twice. "Sorry, I misunderstood."
Loya sighed. "Don't you want to know how to use the power of thunder without Mjolnir?"
Although he could only use the thunder power brought by "Lightning Five-Chain Whip" because he carried a whip with him.
But that didn't stop him from tricking Thor first to get information, or even to boost favorability.
Who knew Thor would shake his head. "I've been with Mjolnir for a thousand years. Only by lifting Mjolnir can I regain my divine power and become the God of Thunder. As for your thunder power, it's thunder power, but it's not divine power."
Loya: "————"
Why is this kid so stubborn?
Forget it, let's try another way.
Loya tried saying, "Then tell me the reason you came to Earth, and I'll give you Mjolnir."
"Hahahaha."
Thor laughed loudly, his eyes full of wisdom.
"Foolish mortal, I know what you're thinking. After tricking me for the information, you won't give me the hammer. Such an unoriginal trick, I saw through it at a glance!"
"Want to know the information? Give me the hammer first. A great god does not deceive mortals."
At this moment, Thor felt extremely clever. The news of his exile was quite embarrassing, but he didn't know why these humans were so interested in it.
So this became his only bargaining chip now, and he had to hold onto it tightly. He had to get the hammer back.
Loya sighed.
This was why he didn't use this method from the start.
Thor actually isn't stupid.
Think about it: a prince of a super civilization, receiving the best elite education, no matter how dumb he is, he can't be that dumb.
It's just that Thor's individual combat ability is too strong, so he's used to speaking with his fists.
Or, as the saying goes, 'My super wisdom tells me to use super strength.'
Now that he has no divine power, his clever brain is starting to take over, gradually reclaiming his intelligence.
At least he wouldn't easily believe such a verbal agreement.
But Loya definitely couldn't give him the hammer in advance; there was too much uncertainty.
This guy went through so much, until his sister appeared and crushed Mjolnir, and only then did he realize through thinking of his father that he was the God of Thunder, not the God of Hammers.
Now, the hammer was stolen right in front of him, and it even electrocuted him. If he still couldn't lift it in the end.
With all these buffs stacked, the result—unimaginable, probably enough to make him question his life.
Now, neither side was willing, and they were at a stalemate.
But Loya still had a Plan B: a provocation tactic.
He smiled and said, "Alright, Thor, you and my pet Guluhold Mjolnir together. After you finish explaining why you came to Earth, I'll have him let go."
Thor's eyes lit up. At first, he thought this method might work.
But upon careful thought, it seemed there were loopholes. He revealed a wise smile.
"Mortal, how do I know you won't go back on your word at the last moment? Use thunder to electrocute me?"
"Pfft~"
"Hahaha."
Loya couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Really? Really? You're the God of Thunder, and you're afraid you can't beat my pet? Or do you simply have no confidence in lifting your own hammer? Maybe you're not even the God of Thunder, just a clown."
"Bold mortal! How dare you insult a god!"
Thor instantly lost his temper, roaring angrily.
Loya shrugged. "Then prove it. From start to finish, it seems like it's all just your own one-sided story."
"Then let's do it!" Thor slammed the table hard, his eyes wide, golden hair flying. He was the prince of Asgard.
"He fell for it." Loya secretly rejoiced. As expected, Thorcouldn't stand such provocation; when agitated, his muscles controlled his brain.
"Gulu, go."
Hearing the command, Gulu slowly brought Mjolnir onto the table, arrogantly shaking its body.
Although it had no eyes, Thor could still feel a provocativegaze. His heart immediately burned with anger. "Just a black ball with some special abilities, nothing special. When I regain my power, I'll let you taste what it's like to be struck by thunder too."
Thor used his uninjured hand to grip the hammer's handle, then began to explain why he came to Earth, while also answering Coulson's questions.
This guy was really honest; he said he wouldn't deceive mortals, and he didn't.
The experience was roughly the same as in Loya's memory.
During Thor's coronation, the Frost Giants invaded, attempting to steal the Casket of Ancient Winters.
Thor was very displeased, so he led his men straight into the Frost Giants' lair, Jotunheim, causing a ruckus and killing many Frost Giants.
This action heightened tensions between the two realms, disrupted the peace of the Nine Realms, and Thor even argued with his old father over differing views.
The result was punishment from Odin: stripped of his divine power and exiled to Earth, a remote area among the Nine Realms.
Thor also answered Coulson's question.
According to him, Asgard views Midgard, i.e., Earth, as protected territory.
This made Coulson breathe a sigh of relief; Earth probably wouldn't suffer unjust disasters.
A system notification sounded in Loya's ear.
[Mission 'Interrogate Thor' Completed]
[Reward: Experience +1500, Fury Favorability +10, Item Golden Apple*1]
[Golden Apple: After eating, all attributes +1]
[You have leveled up, gained Attribute Points ×3, gained Lottery Draw ×1]
"Oh, there's such a good thing."
Loya was inwardly delighted, directly taking out the Golden Apple and starting to munch on it.
After finishing his explanation, Thor stared intently at Gulu. "Little one, it's your turn to let go!"
"Gulu gulu."
Gulu meant it had no hands, mocking Thor for having poor eyesight.
After waiting so long, he could finally regain his divine power. Thor's face showed ecstatic joy.
Coulson beside him was somewhat worried, whispering, "Won't he go berserk after regaining his power?"
Loya smiled very confidently. "Don't worry, if he can lift it, I'll eat his hammer."
Thor heard their conversation and snorted coldly. "Mortals from remote areas are so ignorant. Watch closely, you will witness the true power of thunder!"
"Come, Mjolnir, my most loyal companion!"
He exerted force suddenly, starting to lift the hammer with all his might.
But the hammer didn't budge at all.
Thor's expression changed, staring at the hammer on the table in disbelief.
He tried again, even using his injured hand.
Beads of sweat rolled from his forehead. He trembled all over from the exertion.
But the hammer wasn't moved even a bit, showing no response to his enthusiasm.
Thor looked at his most intimate hammer in disbelief, then glanced at Gulu and Loya. A clear tear flowed from the corner of his eye.
He looked up at the pure white ceiling, feeling that Mjolnirin his hand was no longer pure, having taken on someone else's shape.
Countless emotions mixed together, finally turning into an extremely unwilling roar to the sky: "No!!!"
"So satisfying, so satisfying. Even if the location is different, this is witnessing a famous scene." Loya secretly rejoiced, silently saving the recording from just now.
The value of this thing, like the age of Asgardians, increases with age.
Looking at Thor crying bitterly while holding Mjolnir, Loyacouldn't bear it and stepped forward to hand him a bottle of "thunder-sprite."
"Thor, drink this. You'll still feel the sensation of electric current flowing through your body, and you won't pass out."
Thor mechanically took the thunder-sprite, drank it all in one gulp, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes. It tasted pretty good.
Then, a strong electric current exploded from inside his body, spreading everywhere.
"Wuwuwu————Ahhhh————Ehehe————"
Thor trembled as he looked at Loya, gratitude showing in his eyes. He felt a sense of fulfillment.
[Thor Favorability +30]
Loya: "???"
Is this right? This can also increase favorability?
"Heh! How rude."
Just then, a clear, cold laugh sounded.
Loya and Coulson simultaneously looked toward the source of the sound.
Coulson frowned slightly, seeing nothing and wondering if he was hearing things.
But in Loya's eyes, it was different. He had been wearing the Truth Glasses that could see through illusions.
Now, in his field of vision, there was an additional handsome man with long hair, wearing a green coat, standing beside Thor, looking at him with disdain.
"Loki!"
Loya's heart stirred, his eyes showing joy.
When he obtained the "honesty bean paste bun," he knew who this item was truly meant for.
God of Lies, right?
Eat my "honesty bean paste bun"!
Chapter 75: 74. I'll Create the Iconic Scene
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"Ugh ugh ugh————Ah ah ah————Oh oh oh————"
Inside the interrogation room.
Thor was still enduring the impact of ultra-high electric currents, convulsing all over, emitting strange cries.
But his face showed an expression of pain yet ecstasy; he felt these currents stimulating something, as if something inside him was about to awaken.
As he was being electrocuted, Thor suddenly realized: this Midgardian is actually a good person.
Although his words were hurtful, stabbing right at the heart, and his pet even took Mjolnir away, he truly is a good person.
He's helping me regain my lost power.
Thor seemed to have misunderstood something, and he was sticking to that misunderstanding all the way.
On the other side, Loki stood elegantly, his handsome face full of disdain and contempt.
Look at Thor's state—just because he can't lift the hammer, he's acting like he's dying.
And he's even being punished by people from such a remote place as Midgard.
What's even more ridiculous is that not only is he not angry, he seems to be enjoying it somewhat, even grateful to them.
Even if it's electric currents, he shouldn't lose his composure like this.
What kind of behavior is this?
Is this worthy of being called the strongest warrior of the Nine Realms?
Is this worthy of being crowned king of the nine realms?
Is this worthy of the title of God of Thunder? A God of Thunder being electrocuted unconscious by electric currents?
It's simply unbelievable, inconceivable, shocking, and a disgrace to the reputation of the Asgardian royal family!
If Thor becomes king of the nine realms, the Nine Realmsare definitely doomed.
"Yes, that's right, exactly. The position of king of the nine realms must not fall into Thor's hands. This is all for the future of the Nine Realms, for the honor of the Asgardian royal family.
Only I can make the Nine Realms prosperous and thriving. Father will definitely recognize me. I am an Asgardian, I am not a Frost Giant. Yes, that's how it is."
Loki muttered to himself, further solidifying his determination to ascend the throne.
He straightened his attire, completely ignoring Loya and Coulson in the interrogation room.
Even though he had just made a sound, he didn't care at all.
These mortals in such a remote region as Midgard could never see through his nearly perfect illusion magic. Even Thor couldn't see through it before he lost his divine power, let alone these mere mortals.
Loki turned his gaze toward the black spherical creature hopping around on the ground.
The curiosity in his eyes was unmistakable.
"Midgard actually has such a magical creature?"
He had personally witnessed this black sphere wielding Mjolnir.
How could a mere sphere like this gain recognition?
Loki found it both amusing and irritating.
It was certainly amusing that Thor had his most beloved treasure taken by a speechless sphere.
But on second thought, even he himself couldn't gain Mjolnir's recognition, so why should this sphere?
Could this possibly meet Mjolnir's requirements?
Loki crouched down, intending to take a closer look at what this sphere was all about, that it could be more special than Asgardian creatures.
At this moment, Loki, having let his guard down, completely failed to notice that a gaze was closely following him.
Loya looked at Loki, puzzled in his heart: "What is this close-combat mage up to? Show yourself already! Aren't you going to trick Thor into thinking his father is dead?"
He had originally planned to step forward when Lokirevealed himself to deceive Thor, to earn a wave of goodwill.
But now Loki's actions were clearly deviating—why was he going to look at the Gulu?
It seemed he would have to advance the plot himself.
Just as Loki was carefully examining the Gulu, searching his memory for any information related to such a creature.
The Gulu, happily playing on its own, suddenly received a telepathic command from Loya.
"Electrocute what's in front of you!"
Without any hesitation, the Gulu immediately carried out Loya's command.
Its body transformed into lightning in an instant, releasing a thick bolt of lightning straight ahead.
Boom!
"Whaaaaaat————Ugh ugh ugh————"
Caught completely off guard, Loki never expected the Guluin front of him to suddenly attack.
He was solidly struck by the lightning.
But the Gulu's own attributes weren't high; the lightning it released on its own couldn't harm Loki.
Yet it was enough to make him convulse all over and become paralyzed.
The damage wasn't high, but it broke the invisibility magic he had been maintaining, revealing his true form.
"What the hell?"
Coulson, seeing a strangely dressed long-haired man suddenly appear out of thin air in the room, froze on the spot.
What was going on?
But he quickly realized: this attire—could it be another one of those Asgardians?
Headache!
Seeing Loki appear, Thor's face immediately showed a delighted expression, but he was still under the "thunder-sprite" effect and could only make louder noises.
Loki, caught off guard by the sneak attack and having his embarrassing state witnessed publicly, instantly flew into a rage and cried out even louder.
Two meaningless series of "ugh ugh ah ah" sounds reached outside the interrogation room.
The agents waiting outside looked at each other, expressions strange—was this a proper interrogation?
Why did it feel so weird?
"Ugh ah! Damn it————Ugh, black sphere!"
After being electrocuted for a while, Loki finally recovered somewhat, found an opportunity to use magic, dodged the electric shock, and leaped to the side.
Now his hair was standing on end, white smoke coming from his mouth, completely devoid of his previous elegance.
As soon as he steadied himself, a dagger instinctively appeared in his hand. With a ferocious expression, he stabbed toward the Gulu.
If the Gulu had facial features, its expression would surely be very confused right now.
It was currently in lightning form—why was he thinking of using a physical attack?
The Gulu didn't understand what this move meant, but the Gulu could discharge electricity.
So————
"Ugh ah ah ah ah—!"
Loki was struck again, once more immobilized by the electric current.
This scene even stunned Loya, who was watching the fight. How did he manage to dodge an attack with magic, then counter with a physical attack?
And attacking a mass of lightning at that.
This combo doesn't make sense, right?
Helplessly, Loya could only call out: "Gulu, come back!"
The Gulu obediently retracted the lightning and flew to Loya's side.
Loki, freed from the electric shock, panted heavily—not from exhaustion, but from anger.
Not long ago, he had been mocking Thor for having his hammer taken by a sphere, and now it was his turn to be beaten by a sphere.
And he let these mortals see a god in such a sorry state.
Absolutely unforgivable!
Loki turned his head to look at Loya, killing intent surfacing in his eyes—this guy was the damn black sphere's master.
Stab him first!
As a Frost Giant, Loki's physical prowess far surpassed that of Earthlings. He moved like lightning, stabbing toward Loya.
But this time, he was cautious, putting up a simple magical shield on himself to prevent electric shocks.
"Oh? Coming to stab me already?"
Loya's lips curled up. He stepped forward and shouted loudly: "Elephant Kick!"
Then followed with a powerful straight punch.
"Such a despicable Midgardian!"
Loki cursed inwardly. When he heard the move's name, his attention subconsciously shifted to his lower body, leaving his upper body undefended.
But he wasn't worried, because his magical shield wasn't something a mere mortal could break.
However————
Crack, a crisp sound, like glass shattering.
Loya's fist was unstoppable, directly shattering the magical shield and then smashing into Loki's face.
"Ugh ah!"
Loki only had time to let out a muffled groan before his entire body was sent flying, crashing into the water dispenser in the corner. The water bottle shattered, water splashing everywhere, drenching him completely and making him even more disheveled.
Although he didn't suffer much damage, the humiliation was extreme.
Loki pushed aside the hair stuck to his face, gritting his teeth: "Enough! I am Loki, the God of Mischief and Lies, son of Odin, you damn mortal————"
Loya didn't give him a chance to finish. With a "Flash Step," he appeared in front of him.
Reaching out, he grabbed Loki's ankle and directly performed a series of one-arm throws.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The entire interrogation room shook violently, as if experiencing a minor earthquake.
Thor was still being electrocuted, only able to watch helplessly, becoming a useless older brother.
After who knows how many throws, until the ground was utterly destroyed, Loya finally stopped.
Now Loki lay quietly in the crater formed by his own body, eyes vacant, with an expression of utter despair.
And Loya closed his eyes, filled with a sense of accomplishment.
"Loki, I'll create your iconic scene!"