Nine Realms, Asgard.

Royal Hall.

Odin sits on the throne.

On one side stood the Fairy Queen Frigga, and on the other side stood several other Asgardian warriors.

In the hall, the gods gathered here.

They cheered loudly, and the majestic man slowly walked in with supporters like stars holding the moon - Thor Odinson!

He held Mjolnir high, smiling, as if intoxicated by the cheers and support of the gods.

Both the Father of the Gods and the Fairy Queen couldn't help laughing.

Thor strode to the foot of the throne, knelt down on one knee, and then took off his helmet.

The gods also fell silent.

"Son of Odin, my eldest son, heir..."

The Father of the Gods looked at the man below and said happily: "You have been holding Mjolnir for a long time. It is made from the core of a star that is about to be abandoned. Its power is unmatched. It can destroy and build. It is the most suitable

The weapon of kingship.

I am the father of the gods, and I have been protecting the innocent creatures of Asgard and the Nine Kingdoms since the beginning of time, but this day has finally come.

Thor, can you swear to abandon all selfish desires and ambitions and only do things that are beneficial to the kingdom?"

"I swear!"

Thor held Mjolnir high and swore loudly.

The Father of the Gods nodded with satisfaction and continued: "Then, I declare that from today on..."

The words suddenly stopped, and Odin raised his head and looked into the distance.

The gods sensed this and raised their heads one after another, following the gaze of the father of the gods.

There was a violent roar from the direction of the weapons depot.

Odin stood up, exuding a terrifying aura, and said in a deep voice: "Frost Giant!"

After saying that, he took the lead and walked towards the weapons warehouse.

Thor and Loki followed behind.

On the way, Odin drove away the guards, leaving only Thor and Loki, saying: "Thor, Loki, do you remember what I said to you in the weapons depot when you were little?"

"Why are you bringing this up now?"

Sol felt baffled.

Loki felt the same way, but he still said: "Father said that only one of us can be king in the end."

"Wrong, it's the next sentence."

"Next sentence?"

Thor looked confused.

Odin couldn't help but sigh.

My son looks so much like him when he was young, almost exactly the same.

But this is not good.

Only he himself knows how much he suffered when he was young.

"Both of us are born to be kings!"

Loki said after thinking for a moment.

Odin stopped and looked back at Loki.

Loki didn't understand what Odin meant and froze in place in shock.

"Father?"

"nothing."

Odin came back to his senses, smiled, and walked in front again, saying as he walked: "You are right, although only one of you two can become the king of Asgard in the end, both of you are

If you are born to be a king, you must remember this."

"What's the meaning?"

Sol became even more confused.

I wasn't sensible when I was a child, so I didn't think deeply about it.

But now that I have grown up and think about it carefully, I can’t understand it at all.

After Loki pondered for a moment, he asked tentatively: "What my father means is that the throne is just a position. No matter who of us brothers sits on it, it will be the same, but the real king is actually the two of us?"

"How can there be two kings?"

Thor said dissatisfied: "According to your statement, we are all children of the father of the gods. There should be three real kings. No, there is also a mother, it should be..."

"Shut up!"

Odin roared loudly, veins popping on his forehead.

Sol subconsciously closed his mouth.

But the next second, You Kai opened his mouth and blamed it: "I just said you can't calculate it like this. If you want to calculate it like this, it's a mess."

Odin couldn't help but sigh deeply.

But in the end, he didn't say anything and just walked to the weapons depot. However, he felt even more worried in his heart.

My stupid son.

His temper is very similar to when he was young, but his IQ is a bit different.

Thinking of the changes he sensed the night before, and the threads of fate converging on Thor and Loki, he couldn't help but worry.

Disaster is coming.

His two sons were destined to be at the center of the catastrophe.

If you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss.

No, if this continues, Thor may have to finish playing.

He must be allowed to experience and grow.

Odin made up his mind and began to think about how to trick his son.

As for Loki...

If Loki could share some of his calmness with his brother, then he, the father of the gods, wouldn't have to worry so much.

…

Manhattan.

Police station, detention center.

"You only have ten minutes of visiting time."

A policeman gave an explanation to the middle-aged man and left the visiting room.

The middle-aged man came to the window and sat down.

After a while, Strange Stephen was brought over by the police.

He looked at the middle-aged man outside the window with a confused look on his face.

He didn't know this person at all.

The middle-aged man picked up the phone and gestured for Strange to answer it.

Although Stephen felt strange, he still picked up the phone.

He also wanted to know what business this stranger had with him.

"How many times have you vomited today?"

As soon as I put the microphone to my ear, I heard a gloomy sound. It was not a human sound at all, just like the wind whistling in a dark alley.

Strange was so startled that he dropped the microphone.

But the strange thing is that the police officers watching nearby seemed not to notice and were still doing their own thing.

"Don't be afraid."

The sound rang in my ears.

Strange was startled again. He turned around and saw a middle-aged man appearing beside him at some point.

He looked around in panic.

The policemen were still doing their own thing, as if nothing had happened.

"This is a mirror space, a magical world that is parallel but does not interfere with each other. Others cannot see or hear." The middle-aged man said calmly.

"Magical world?!"

Strange's eyes widened in disbelief, "How is that possible..."

"Magic is happening in front of you, don't you believe it?"

"No, no, no, it's just a little hard to accept all of a sudden."

"Understandable."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, and then introduced himself: "My name is Casillas, and I am the leader of a member of the Black Magic Order."

"Black, black magic..."

A flash of fear flashed in Strange's eyes.

Although he flashed past it and tried to pretend not to care, he was obviously not a qualified actor and was immediately seen through.

Casillas looked at him with a half-smile and said: "We are all modern people, do you still believe that those bullshit powers are evil?"

"this……"

Strange looked hesitant.

Although he didn't know about magic, there were only books that mentioned black magic. Whether it was novels or deceptive things, black magic was defined as an evil force.

But really, power is power.

What power can be used for depends entirely on the user. What does it have to do with power itself?

It is really uncomfortable to define power as good or evil.

Thinking of this, Strange nodded slightly, no longer so afraid.
Chapter completed!