Chapter 695: Assassins have no future; mages are your true destination

The night was desolate, the desert was silent. On the ramp of the Quinjet, Jane Foster, draped in a thin blanket, silently looked at the only lit place in the distant city.

That was her laboratory.

The residents in the city had been forcibly evacuated, and S. H. I. E. L. D. agents had begun martial law, ready at any moment to deal with the crisis Su Quan had mentioned might occur.

"Odin is in a deep sleep... the evil god Loki controls Asgard... killed his brother to seize the throne..."

Jane Foster murmured softly, recalling those Asgardian secrets Su Quan had told her while holding her, like telling a bedtime story.

In Norse mythology, Loki was Odin's brother, but the truth was that Loki was Odin's adopted son, the son of Laufey, King of the Frost Giants of Jotunheim.

Knowing his true identity, Loki felt deceived by Odin, so he disrupted Thor's coronation ceremony, fueling the fire that led to Thor being sealed of his divine power and exiled to Earth.

Loki was not a good person, or rather, a good god, but he wasn't that evil either. He just wanted fairness and just wanted to be recognized by Odin!

In his own way!

The interweaving of myth and reality, true and false, satisfied Jane Foster's thirst for knowledge and curiosity, and at the same time, she became increasingly curious about the Nine Realms.

"If we can keep trading like this and maintain this kind of relationship, that wouldn't be bad." Jane Foster's lips curled slightly, and her gaze looked again at the only lit place in the city.

The surroundings of the laboratory had been enclosed by black, dense safety nets, and several towering lighting devices stood on all sides, illuminating the laboratory from above.

In a room with the lights on, Thor sat on the edge of the bed in low spirits.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he slowly raised his head.

A man in a black coat appeared silently in the room. The man had his hair slicked back, and although his face was expressionless, he inexplicably gave off an evil, charming vibe.

"Loki, why are you here?" Thor asked in surprise.

"I had to come see you." Loki was expressionless, his voice slightly sad.

Thor seemed to have a premonition: "What happened? Tell me, is it about Jotunheim? Let me go and explain to Father."

"Father is dead." Loki interrupted him.

Thor's brows furrowed deeply, his lips trembling: "Wh-what?"

"Your banishment, the threat of war—it was too much for him to bear! You don't have to blame yourself; I know you loved him, and I tried to tell him, but he wouldn't listen."

"Knowing you could no longer lift Mjolnir, yet leaving it by your side, was truly cruel."

"Now the burden of the throne has fallen on my shoulders."

Loki comforted Thor sincerely. His voice seemed to have a kind of magic; the cadence of every sentence carried a charm that made people trust him.

Thor, who had never doubted Loki, believed him implicitly.

"Can I go home?"

"The condition for the truce with Jotunheim is your permanent exile."

"Is there no other way?"

"Mother doesn't allow you to go home either. I came to say goodbye. I'm sorry, brother."

"No, I'm the one who should apologize. Thank you for coming here."

"Farewell."

Loki looked deeply at Thor, whose eyes were red, then slowly turned and disappeared.

"Switching in one second, that turn from sadness to triumph is truly amazing. He is worthy of being the God of Lies!"

In the Mirror Dimension, Su Quan marveled at Loki's incredible acting skills. Although he had seen many Lokis, only this 'original' Loki made him feel a bit of the charm of the God of Lies.

Of course, in terms of strength, he certainly couldn't compare to Old Loki, Kid Loki, or even Lady Loki, but in terms of lies and how to deceive people, he was stronger than all of them.

Especially President Loki and those small-fry Lokis—lies came out of their mouths as easily as breathing, and betrayal was as childish as playing house. They really lacked the standard of a 'Loki'!

Loki, who had disappeared from Thor's room, did not return to Asgard but came to the vicinity of Mjolnir.

There were many researchers around, and Clint Barton, the agent known as Hawkeye, was also keeping watch on the high-altitude lighthouse, but not a single person discovered the invisible Loki.

Loki looked down at Mjolnir and slowly reached out his hand.

Gripped it, pulled with force.

Mjolnir didn't budge an inch!

Loki, unwilling to give up, gripped it tightly with both hands, gritted his teeth, and pulled again.

Still no success!

Loki let out a long breath, let go of Mjolnir, adjusted his coat collar with feigned elegance, and turned to leave.

"Whoosh—"

As he took a step, the sudden feeling of weightlessness caused the unprepared Loki to fall face-first.