Marvel: Starting as a Time Criminal, Stealing Powers

The cave fell into silence once more, and a system notification echoed in Russell's ears:

[Entry Plunder Complete]

[Frost Giant Bloodline – Low Level (Green)]

A diluted bloodline from the Frost Giants of Jotunheim. Slightly enhances physical attributes. Ice-blue markings will appear on the skin.

Warning: This bloodline weakens the Extremis virus.

[Frost Giant Bloodline – Low Level (Green)]

Cannot be stacked.

[Frost Giant Bloodline – Trace Level (White)]

Extremely diluted Frost Giant bloodline. Offers almost no physical enhancement, only weak resistance to cold.

[Basic Combat Skills (White)]

Competent in basic hand-to-hand combat. Capable of defeating up to five untrained humans.

[Submission (Green)]

Displays submissive or flattering behavior toward enemies. Has a chance to be spared or accepted.

[Deception – Low Level (White)]

Can use verbal tricks to create minor deception.

Note: This skill is easily seen through.

Russell couldn't help but twitch at the corners of his mouth.

What the hell kind of garbage entries are these?

Not only do they lack any meaningful benefits, but some of them even decrease your strength after being equipped!

They're worse than the trash entries Quill gets!

This is peak Loki nonsense!

Russell immediately discarded them. Just looking at these entries for another second felt like polluting his eyes.

Thankfully, the system continued.

This was the last Loki's drop.

[Vanaheim Bloodline – Normal (White)]

Basic physical traits of a Vanaheim native under Asgardian rule. Slight affinity with magic and healthy physical condition.

[Submission – Medium Level (Blue)]

If you willingly submit, the enemy is more likely to accept you as a subordinate.

[Advanced Magic – Illusion Magic – Beginner Level (Green)]

Can perform basic illusion spells, create magic fireworks, and launch mid-tier magical orbs.

Note: Can be improved with continued training.

Russell let out a long breath of relief, almost tearing up.

Finally, something useful!

Four Lokis, nine entries—sifting through garbage for a single gem!

Even if it's only a beginner-level illusion magic skill, it's something he came here for, and most importantly, it can be improved.

Not a total waste.

Russell equipped the entry and instantly mastered the illusion spell. Along with it came related magical knowledge.

But then his expression darkened again.

Because this Loki didn't remember how to train it further!

It wasn't that Queen Frigga didn't teach him.

It's that this idiot forgot everything—left only vague impressions!

"I hate Lokis."

Russell raised his hand, summoned flame using his Flame Bloodline, and incinerated the four corpses to ash.

Then he didn't leave.

Though the previous "bait Loki" was dumb, his stupidity saved Russell some trouble.

He just hoped the next wave of Lokis would be more reliable.

The very next second…

A green glow enveloped his body, and Russell's appearance changed completely.

"I declare!"

"By the authority of Article 267 of the Constitution, honking is now forbidden in Loki City!"

Inside a cavern at least 500 square meters wide, a pompous Loki wearing a golden antler crown and a tattered green suit was shouting dramatically.

In front of him stood eight or nine different Loki variants, all looking vastly different from each other.

One of them, who had bicycle handlebars stuck to his hat as a makeshift crown, looked puzzled.

"But, Mr. President… we don't have any cars."

"Silence!" President Loki snapped, pointing at him.

"This is the Constitution! It has nothing to do with whether we have cars or not, you moron!"

Another Loki, this one wearing a fur hat with multiple horns, cut in, "That's all well and good, but… isn't it my turn to be king today?"

President Loki nodded slightly. "A king and a president are not in conflict. You're the king. I'm the president."

…Isn't that the same thing?

Two Lokis whispered to each other, clearly confused.

"So, does that mean the presidency rotates too? Can I be next?" one Loki asked.

A dangerous question.

President Loki pretended to flip through a book—The Postman Always Rings Twice—before calmly replying:

"Sorry. There's no such clause in the Constitution."

"Request denied."

Then, to change the subject quickly, he clapped his hands and redirected attention.

"Moving on! You," he pointed to a burly Loki with tattoos and a thick beard, "you said you discovered a new Loki base?"

The muscular Loki grinned. "Yeah! That dumb Loki tried to trick me—but I'm smarter."

"I knew he was trying to bait me into killing him."

"So I played along. Now I know the location of his base. Said there were four Lokis inside. Tons of food. Drinks too."

"No one's getting my axe. If anyone tries, I'll smash their head."

President Loki smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, no one will take it from you."

"By the power vested in me as President, that axe is now officially your war trophy!"

He then turned to the rest of the excited Lokis and shouted:

"Go check if Alioth has left the area. If we wait too long, those guys might escape!"

A Loki peered through the periscope at the edge of the cave. After a few tense seconds, he turned back and shouted:

"The monster's gone!"

"We can move out!"

Cheers erupted instantly. The Lokis were thrilled by the thought of looting supplies and dominance.

A few minutes later…

The self-declared "Loki Army" set out in full force!

Half an hour later, President Loki arrived at the moss-covered plains.

Following the rough description from Viking Loki, they found the corresponding scrap pile and located the pipe entrance.

After descending deep into the cavern, they finally arrived at the hidden base.

But the scene was… off.

There wasn't a base filled with four Lokis, nor tables of food and drink.

Instead, there was only one Loki, lounging calmly on a recliner.

The assembled Lokis were confused.

President Loki was particularly disappointed—but stepped forward, wearing a sincere smile.

"Dear Mr. Loki," he began, "if you vote for me in the next presidential election, I'll let you join our glorious team."

"You'll live."

Behind him, the other Lokis exchanged puzzled glances.

Next election?

Wait… have we ever had an election before?

President Loki continued, now in a cooler tone:

"Of course, if you refuse… then you're no citizen of Loki City."

"You're an enemy."

"And enemies are subject to execution."

"So—what's your choice?"

He smiled expectantly, eager to expand his authority and influence.

Though the other Lokis were getting anxious, irritable, even annoyed—they still waited for an answer.

But instead of a reply, the lounging Loki sighed and muttered:

"For the love of Loki, I'll give you a choice."

"I really don't want to browse through any more garbage-tier entries."

"So—those of you who can use illusion magic, stay."

"The rest of you… get the hell out."

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