Chapter 1105

"Helen! Come back!"

Loki called out symbolically, and after another minute or so, Helen finally ran back.

And at this time, from Sylvie herself to this spacious office, everything had changed from a high-tech cyber style to a dilapidated wasteland style.

Originally, Sylvie was wearing a plain T-shirt and jeans, plus a dark jacket, and wearing a pair of goggles often worn by people here.

At this time, her jacket had become tattered rags, half of the jeans' legs had disappeared, and the goggles were completely shattered.

She stood in place quite miserably, like a female madman who had rushed out of a mental hospital.

Helen jumped onto Loki with a "whoosh." Just as she wanted to show off her actions, she found that Loki's state was not very good.

He had been in a dazed state, immersed in the past.

Actually, before being taken away by the Time Variance Authority, his mental state could not be called healthy. Just as Odin said, he had always been in a state of impatience, and even very rarely did not give Frigga face.

And after Sylvie mentioned the dark day again, the scene of that day was like a movie on single-episode loop, with every detail constantly replaying in Loki's mind.

This was a compulsive behavior he couldn't control at all. The more he recalled, the sadder he became; the sadder he became, the more he couldn't control himself.

Sylvie, covered in misery, rushed up, but didn't rush too close, because Helen was like a dragon guarding treasure, baring a mouthful of sharp teeth, ready to bite Sylvie another six hundred times at any moment.

Sylvie took a deep breath, silently touched her waist, and looked at Loki, saying: "I am different from you. I am no longer a failure, no longer a tag-along circling around relatives."

"Loki, why don't you understand? From the moment they abandoned you, you didn't have a home anymore..." Sylvie's expression also showed a trace of pain. At this time, in the minds of the two Lokis, the exact same scene was circling.

Loki recovered slightly, his eyes falling on Sylvie's face. This female Loki was not as pure and holy, or beautiful and noble as imagined, and she was completely different from Hela.

Hela had once been the bright pearl on Asgard's crown. Even when she failed and was imprisoned, she always carried an innate nobility and arrogance. When she transformed into a male to compete for Loki, her aura was not inferior to Thor's at all, and she was even more like Odin than this eldest prince.

But Sylvie, who was born a princess, now carried a full body of wind and frost. From the corners of her eyes to her brows, she was carved with the vicissitudes of a journey far beyond her age. The pain brought to her by this wandering bitter journey was by no means smaller than that short day.

When a person knows that they will never have a home again, no matter what they do, it takes a thousand or a hundred times more effort than others, because they know there will no longer be a place that can accept their failure.

After Loki came back to his senses, he bent down, put Helen down, and then walked forward slowly. As if by instinct, he stretched out his fingertips, touched the corner of Sylvie's eye, and said:

"You're right. Every Loki has been abandoned. Even if Odin hadn't said those words, the moment he realized that he was far less valued than Thor, he was abandoned..."

"You are very lucky, and also very unfortunate." Loki's fingertips began to tremble slightly. Sylvie slowly turned her eyeballs to look at his hand.

"After that day passed, you were taken away by the Time Variance Authority and left Asgard forever. You think there's nothing bad about that. Anyway, that place will never accept you. You'd rather come out and be a mercenary than be a princess of Asgard again."

"At the same time, when you were traveling on the timeline, you came into contact with all kinds of Lokis. You despise them, feeling that in order to gain love, they are like pitiful tag-alongs, and can never be as independent and free as you..."

Loki slowly lowered his hand, and Sylvie also fell silent. After a while, he spoke again: "You are different from all the Lokis I have met. You are the first person who can speak of this so calmly."

"In the past, all the Lokis I met, as long as I mentioned that day, they would attack me like crazy and start using some sharp words to cover up their flustered hearts."

"That was a group of madmen who couldn't communicate rationally at all, and their current performance just confirms my correctness. If you choose to be a dog, then you will only bark wildly..."

Sylvie raised an eyebrow, her eyes full of sarcasm. She then added: "This is why I said I am not Loki. I am not a dog, and I never will be!"

Loki slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled, trying to restore his calm. He looked at Sylvie and said: "Do you know why I said you are unfortunate?"

Sylvie looked at him silently, as if she were certain he couldn't give a reasonable answer, and didn't feel flustered at all. But Loki, after looking down at the ground, looked up at Sylvie and said:

"Do you think there is no one in this world who loves you anymore?" Loki asked.

Sylvie snorted and said: "Not just me, every Loki is like this. Who else would love them?"

"Alright, alright... You want to talk about Frigga, but do you think Frigga wouldn't know about the decision Odin made? Thor wouldn't know? Those friends of yours in Asgard wouldn't know?"

"Since they all knew, why didn't anyone stand on your side? Why were they calm, or even happy, to accept all this?"

Sylvie's eyes appeared cold and sarcastic, and her tone was the same.

"They knew you would be sad, knew that when this knife pierced your chest, you would be in extreme pain, but everyone just stood there, and even applauded and cheered for it... Loki, wake up, they don't love you..."

Loki lowered his eyelids and said:

"Let's make a bet, shall we?"

"What do you want to bet?" Sylvie's expression even carried a trace of pity. She felt Loki had no chips because she wanted for nothing.

"If I win, you must follow me back to the Time Variance Authority and help them on the day the Director returns, just as they helped you. And if I lose, you can ask me to do anything..."

Loki's temperament gradually became sharp. The look in his eyes when he looked at Sylvie was filled with determination. Sylvie had no idea where his confidence came from.

So she turned and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window, saying in a frivolous tone: "Why should I bet with you? What use are you? You are useless at any time. I am already stronger than all of you!"

"If that were really the case, you wouldn't be hiding in this building..." Loki slowly revealed a smile and said: "Actually, you are more afraid of the Director finding you than anyone in the Time Variance Authority. You know he won't let you go, you know you have the secret he wants, and you... have no way to deal with him."

"Now, it is you who need to seek refuge, because you are the most special one among all Lokis."

"You are very proud of your wandering half-life journey, feeling that no Loki can be freer than you. But when you face a strong enemy, you suddenly find that you have no one to rely on and can only hide here waiting to die..."

"Are you better than me?" Sylvie turned back again, her two eyebrows tightly twisted together. She gritted her teeth and said: "Ragnarok will come one day. When that time comes, you will also be the first to be abandoned."

"But at least, countless Asgardians will fight for it. Even if they aren't fighting for me, I am not alone."

Loki walked up to Sylvie, very close to her, looked into her eyes, and said: "Even if I die in battle first, Asgard will not forget my war achievements."

Sylvie slowly turned her head to the side, because she knew what Loki said was true. Asgard would not have any discrimination in this regard. If a warrior died on the road of charging for Asgard, he must be glorious, regardless of who he was or what he had done.

"And you, you can only die silently on this broken planet." Loki shook his head gently and said: "No one will know you before you die, and after you die, no one will remember you..."

Sylvie stared at Loki to death, but Loki didn't force her any further. Instead, he took two steps back and said: "Even if I am a stray dog, at least I have traces of having existed. Even if what is left in the history books isn't a good reputation, it is a record that I have been here."

"You think you have no worries, so you are afraid of nothing... But are you really not afraid? Are you really not afraid that when you die in a quiet night, no one remembers you, no one cares about you, you didn't take anything away, and didn't leave anything behind, just as if you had never come to this world?"

When Loki said these words, Sylvie couldn't help but place her gaze on Helen. When she saw Helen, who had just attacked her, the look in her eyes was not completely angry, but appeared somewhat confused and dejected.

"If you make this bet with me, and I lose, I will swear in the name of Asgard to fight for you. Even if we still cannot defeat the strong enemy in the end, at least, you will not die alone."

Sylvie's lips moved. After she was silent for a few more minutes, she asked: "How do you want to bet?"

"Just like the question I just asked you, you think there is no one in this world who loves you anymore, but my view is different from yours. Why don't we bet on this, how about it?"

Suddenly, Sylvie looked up at him. She first revealed a cold smile with a bit of pride, as if she were sure to win, but then, a kind of sorrow appeared between her brows. Obviously, even if she was right, there was nothing to be proud of.

"I'll bet with you, but how do you want to prove this?"

Loki placed his gaze on the hand Sylvie was touching her waist with and said: "Before I came, Mobius told me that he once gave you a machine that can travel through the timeline at will."

"Take this machine, return to the universe you are in, and in its current timeline, go see what happened there. The answer is right there..."

"No..." Sylvie's teeth began to clench, but Loki didn't give an inch. He approached Sylvie again, and Sylvie retreated step by step until she leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, with nowhere to retreat.

"Let's see if this Miracle Lady, who has been dominating the abandoned planet, has really been pursuing freedom as she said all these years, and disdains to go home..."

Loki's eyes carried a kind of wicked smile, just like all the other Lokis Sylvie had seen, using the most frivolous tone that could make people angry.

"Or is it actually that this stray dog, who thinks highly of herself, simply doesn't dare to go home?"