Marvel: Starting as a Time Criminal, Stealing Powers

Old Loki's face suddenly changed.

There wasn't actually a limit to how many times teleportation could be used—only he had that limitation.

He was too old now.

The Frost Giants of Jotunheim weren't like the Aesir, who grew stronger with age. On the contrary, his strength had declined significantly.

Now, after just one use of teleportation, his mental power couldn't sustain searching for another spatial coordinate.

He immediately understood everything and shouted angrily:

"So you deliberately pretended to betray us during dinner!"

"Why?!"

Black Loki's face twisted with rage.

"Why?!" he bellowed.

"You're asking me why?!

Because you have powerful illusion magic!

Because that damn kid has the Sword of Vulcan!

Because even that fing crocodile has higher combat power than me!"*

"If we leave this area, we'll end up somewhere even more dangerous. I'll definitely be the first to die. And none of you even thought about me!"

Old Loki looked at him in disbelief.

Young Loki snapped angrily,

"If we hadn't saved your ass when you first showed up in the Void, you'd be long dead!"

"And the decision to leave was only made tonight—you betrayed us before we even talked about it!"

But Black Loki wasn't listening anymore. A twisted smile formed on his lips.

"You're the ones who need to die first!"

Then, he suddenly shouted to the sky:

"Mr. Azazel! The mission is complete!!"

Azazel?

Old Loki and Young Loki glanced at each other, both confused.

The bounty for the illusion magic user was issued by Loki.

Neither of them had ever heard of an "Azazel."

Poof!

Suddenly, the air shimmered and cracked—space rippled.

A man in a dark red suit, with devilish features and a long, flexible tail, materialized out of thin air!

Young Loki immediately drew the Vulcan Sword from his back.

Old Loki's eyes narrowed in caution.

Their instincts screamed: This man is no Loki variant.

Azazel grinned and said to Black Loki,

"You did well, boy."

Black Loki didn't even flinch at being called a racial slur. He bowed eagerly and said,

"Mr. Azazel, my mission is complete. Now I can join Lady Cassandra's organization, right?"

Azazel's smirk widened.

"Absolutely..."

But before Black Loki could react, Azazel's tail lashed forward like a whip and pierced straight through his skull.

"NO—!"

As Black Loki collapsed, eyes wide with disbelief, Azazel leaned down and said coldly:

"You're still a Loki. What organization would dare accept a Loki?"

Then, turning to Old Loki and Young Loki, he smiled—this time with pure malice.

"Don't you two agree?"

Green energy flared in Old Loki's hands.

"You're not from here!" he growled.

"We have no quarrel with you!"

Azazel shrugged.

"Of course not. You're just unlucky."

"Also, your illusion magic is very convincing… but unfortunately, useless."

With a casual sweep of his tail, the bodies of Old Loki and Young Loki vanished.

A few dozen meters away, outside a hill, two figures came to a halt in the dark.

Suddenly, a burst of golden sparks exploded in the air.

Ruined City – Stark Tower Rooftop

Russell sat on the edge of the building, gazing into the distant night.

He wasn't meditating—just waiting.

Three days had passed, but no useful leads had come in. It left him disappointed.

He was done waiting.

If no results came in within a week, he'd head north in search of new entries.

He wasn't going to chain himself to one opportunity.

The original plan to set up a base here and bring the Little Wolf Girl over?

Scrapped.

Most Loki variants were unreliable, disloyal, and would turn on him the second he left.

Suddenly, Russell stood up.

Far on the distant plains, a dazzling green light flared—only for a second before vanishing, as if it had never been.

"Not an illusion…" he muttered.

"And the scale of that magic…"

His eyes narrowed.

"So it's you… Old Loki."

Without further hesitation, Russell activated the Venom Symbiote Suit.

Soundwaves hummed around him as his body shot into the air and vanished into the darkness.

Back on the rooftop, President Loki trembled.

"Another ability? This guy is totally broken…"

After witnessing the mass slaughter of Loki variants, he had given up any thought of escape.

Besides, this was the Void—where was he even going to run?

Minutes later...

With a loud bang, a figure landed on the ground.

Russell stood up and scanned the surroundings.

There were no visible signs of a battle... but then—

He stepped forward and looked down.

There, at the edge of the shaft, lay the corpse of Black Loki—hammer still strapped to his waist.

His eyes wide in eternal shock.

Russell recognized him instantly.

"Black Loki. Betrayed his team in the series... Looks like some things never change."

He jumped down into the shaft.

Inside the cave, it was quiet. Supplies were stacked neatly in a corner, untouched.

"If this is where they lived... then that green light must've come from Old Loki's illusion magic."

"So what happened? What forced him to use magic at that level—and vanish right after?"

Russell frowned.

Old Loki had survived in the Void for decades, lived through endless cycles, and only died in the TVA timeline.

But now, with a bounty issued, something had happened...

"Was he targeted by bounty hunters?"

"But then why are there no traces of a fight?"

Russell couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.

Still, finding this location was a gain in itself.

Suddenly, his pupils glowed. Flames burst out from his body—hot enough to melt steel.

A hellfire explosion swept out in every direction!

Rocks melted into magma.

It was as if hell itself had opened.

And then...

Crack—!

A faint sound of something breaking echoed through the burning cave.

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