Marvel: Starting as a Time Criminal, Stealing Powers

The scene fell silent for a moment.

The Lokis looked at each other—and two seconds later, they all burst into laughter!

President Loki laughed and shook his head.

Too ridiculous.

They were all Lokis. Who was this guy trying to impress? Why pretend to be some sort of powerful master?

He sneered.

"Stupid and naive variant. Do you even know who you're dealing with?"

"Every Loki has pulled off this kind of disguised scare tactic!"

"Hahaha!" The others roared with laughter.

One of the greatest pleasures in this ruined city was watching a Loki who was even more pathetic than themselves. It brought a sense of superiority—like they were still back in Asgard.

President Loki raised his chin with pride and declared:

"What a shame—you chose poorly."

"Viking Loki, go kill him."

Viking Loki didn't particularly like being ordered around, but the thought of showing off his strength in front of everyone made it worthwhile.

He stepped forward, pulling out a rusty fire axe from behind his back, glaring at the Loki still lounging on the recliner. A cruel grin stretched across his face.

"Still pretending to be calm?"

"Hah! I know you're already scared out of your mind."

"Come on, beg me—maybe I'll give you a quick death. Otherwise, I'll split you slowly, and you'll even see your own guts before you die."

The other Lokis watched eagerly, waiting to see this "pathetic" Loki start begging for mercy.

But then—

The Loki on the recliner sat up slowly, his pupils glowing faintly.

Glowing?

What kind of magic trick was that?

The Lokis leaned forward, curious.

Viking Loki had reached the recliner. His expression twisted into a snarl.

"I hate these damn little tricks!"

"A real man kills with strength!"

As soon as he said that, his arms bulged with muscle, releasing an intense surge of power.

The battered axe drew a deadly arc through the air, howling as it flew toward its target's forehead—

Bang!

The dull sound echoed in the cave. Every Loki flinched.

But the expected bloodbath never came.

Instead, a pale hand—smooth and uncalloused—casually caught the rusty blade in mid-air.

The Lokis gasped, wide-eyed.

He stopped it? He actually stopped it?!

Viking Loki's eyes bulged in disbelief.

"Impossible!"

"How can a weakling like you have this kind of strength?!"

He tried to yank the axe back—tried again—and again!

It wouldn't budge.

It was like it had been welded to the other guy's hand!

Sweat poured down Viking Loki's forehead.

Everyone started to feel that something was very, very wrong.

President Loki's scalp tingled. A deep unease crept into his gut.

Then came the voice—calm, cold, and final:

"Unfortunately... you made the wrong choice."

The axe in Viking Loki's hands glowed red—and then melted into a stream of molten iron, splashing onto the ground.

Viking Loki collapsed onto the floor, staring blankly at the charred stump of a stick in his hands.

President Loki's face drained of color.

"Everyone attack! All at once!" he shouted in panic. "If we don't stop him now, none of us will make it out alive!"

But the moment he turned, he saw—

Everyone else was already running away.

Not attacking. Running.

"YOU COWARDS!!!"

President Loki nearly collapsed in rage.

He had hoped to use the chaos to sneak away. Instead, these so-called allies were fleeing faster than lightning!

They left him behind.

Well—not entirely. Viking Loki was still lying there on the floor.

Maybe he could buy some time...

But before that thought finished forming, Viking Loki's body ignited—screaming, burning—and then collapsed into a pile of ash.

President Loki's soul nearly left his body.

That attack... it looked effortless. Like breathing.

This wasn't magic. This was annihilation.

Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees.

His innate 'Submission' ability kicked in.

Of course, he had no idea whether it was actually an ability or not—he just knew how to beg convincingly:

"Great King Loki! I, Loki Laufeyson, pledge my allegiance to you!"

"Believe me, I'll be of great use in the Void!"

Russell looked at him coolly.

"Do you know illusion magic?"

President Loki was sweating buckets but didn't dare to lie.

"I... I can learn..."

Russell looked away and raised his hand toward the fleeing Lokis.

[Extremis: Blood Control!]

A red flame flickered in his palm.

It split into eight beautiful strands of fire, passing silently over President Loki and shooting toward the cave's exit.

Seconds later, the sound of screams echoed—brief, violent, and then gone.

Within a dozen seconds, the cave was silent again.

President Loki already suspected what had happened, but still turned his head with trembling hesitation.

In the dim light behind him, eight piles of gray-white ash lay scattered in the tunnel.

Nothing else remained.

The sight sparked a terrifying memory.

Wait... weren't there ashes like that already inside the cave?

Gulp...

The sound of his swallow echoed loudly in the silence.

President Loki spun back around and knelt lower, shaking and not daring to lift his head.

He was terrified he might become the next pile of dust.

Odin, what kind of monster is this Loki?!

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