I became a weirdo in Marvel

In the center of the spacious tent, a silver hammer stood firmly on the ground, flashing a dazzling light.

Thor pushed open the curtain of the tent, and his eyes were instantly attracted to the hammer, as if he had seen the lover of his dreams. The excitement of the long-awaited reunion made him almost forget to breathe.

"This is my Thor's hammer!" he exclaimed in his heart, and the joy in his heart surged like a tide.

A smile involuntarily rose up at the corner of Thor's mouth, and his laughter echoed in the empty tent.

At this time, Hawkeye appeared silently on the iron ladder beside him, staring at Thor below with sharp and deep eyes.

He held a bow and arrow in his hand, rubbing his fingertips gently, ready to shoot an arrow and kill Thor at any time, but he was curious whether Thor could lift the hammer, so he chose to wait.

Thor took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner excitement, and the smile on his face was as bright as the sun.

He walked forward, stretched out his hand, gently but firmly grasped the handle of Thor's hammer, and lifted it up with a little force, but Thor's hammer did not move at all.

"No, no, it must be because I didn't use enough strength." Thor said to himself in his heart, trying to keep himself calm.

He shook his head, trying to dispel the uneasiness in his heart, raised his hands, and gathered his strength between his palms again.

This time, he used all his strength, the muscles on his face were tense, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and hope and despair in his heart were intertwined at this moment.

However, Thor's hammer still stood quietly before him like an unshakable mountain.

Thor's smile gradually froze, and the joy in his heart was torn to pieces by the ruthless reality.

His fingers trembled slightly, and an indescribable sadness and despair surged in his heart, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.

"No!" He finally couldn't help but shout, his voice filled with endless pain and struggle.

His heart was filled with loss, as if he had lost the most important thing in his life, and he was unable to withstand this sudden blow.

Hawkeye watched quietly from the side, shook his head slowly, and ordered his men to arrest Thor.

Thor did not resist, he was already dead in the face.

Not being able to lift Thor's hammer not only means that he can no longer be the god of thunder, but also shows the disappointment and punishment of Odin, the father of the gods.

This was different from previous punishments, and Odin might be completely disappointed in him.

He may never be able to return to Asgard again.

Filled with sadness, Thor was tied up by SHIELD agents and locked in a tent.

At this moment, a figure quietly appeared next to Thor's hammer, and the air around him seemed to freeze. The strange thing was that except for him, no one around him could detect his existence.

That figure was Loki, Thor's brother.

Loki's face was slightly feminine, and his long hair was as messy as instant noodles, hanging down slightly, covering his gloomy and cunning eyes.

His eyes were fixed on the heavy Thor's hammer on the ground, and he couldn't help feeling nervous and uneasy.

Although he was the number one wizard in the Nine Realms and was proficient in all kinds of tricks and magic, at this moment, he felt an unprecedented pressure, as if this hammer was not only Thor's weapon, but also a symbol of something deep in his heart.

"Should I try it?" Loki thought to himself, slowly reaching out his hand and grasping the handle of Thor's hammer.

The weight and cold touch of the hammer were instantly transmitted to his palm, causing his heart to tremble.

However, after trying, Thor's hammer also remained motionless.

Loki gritted his teeth and let go of the motionless Thor's hammer. He snorted coldly, his face full of disdain: "Forget it, I won't use this reckless man's weapon."

He knew that he had always been good at using conspiracies and tricks, and this time, Thor was banished to the mortal world largely because of him.

And at this moment, he appeared here just to give Thor the final blow so that he could never turn over.

Loki curled up the corners of his mouth, smiled, removed the illusion, and instantly revealed his figure, appearing in front of Thor.

At that moment, his eyes were filled with feelings and complex emotions, and he murmured in a low voice: "My stupid brother."

Just as the two brothers were reunited after a long separation, hurried footsteps were heard outside the camp.

As the sound got closer, a group of figures gradually appeared in the night.

The leader was a tall man, it was Dr. Lizard who had formed a powerful alliance with Riot, and behind him were four super agents who had been injected with the Hydra version of Superman serum.

They came under Kingpin's orders to kill Hawkeye, firing the first shot in a full-scale war against S.H.I.E.L.D.

There was a cruel light flashing in Dr. Lizard's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a sinister smile.

"Do it!" Dr. Lizard ordered coldly. His voice was like an icy blade, cutting through the tranquility of the night.

The moonlight shone through the sparse clouds, casting a shadow on his stern face, highlighting the sinister light in his eyes.

His order was like a horn, urging the super agents behind him to act quickly, like cheetahs in the dark, rushing towards the camp in front of them swiftly and silently.

The agents were dressed in black combat uniforms, hidden in the night. Only the occasional flash of light from night vision goggles revealed their precise movements.

A slight sneer appeared on Dr. Lizard's lips, and he felt secretly proud of himself as he imagined the upcoming victory.

He stared intently as the four super agents jumped over the high fence and into the camp.

However, the expected sound of resistance did not appear. Instead, there was a chilling silence, as if the super agents were swallowed up silently as soon as they entered.

"How is this possible?" Dr. Lizard felt uneasy.

He knew how powerful the super agent was, and even he himself would find it difficult to win in a short period of time without the help of the riot's power.

How could these ordinary people cause four super agents to die silently in an instant?
He had a vague feeling of uneasiness in his heart, as if an invisible force was controlling everything.

"Be careful, stinky lizard, there's a problem." Riot's voice sounded inside Dr. Lizard's body, interrupting his thoughts.

Dr. Lizard was shocked and realized that thick fog had risen in the surrounding environment at some point. The thick fog was like a huge net, quietly and silently covering the camp in front of him, and even the flickering lights became blurred.

He swallowed, feeling a wave of panic as a horrible memory flashed through his mind, of the mysterious events that had befallen him the night he became a lizard man.

At that time, he was attracted by an irresistible force and almost lost his life.

Could it be that he was so unlucky that he encountered another mysterious incident?
Just as he was shocked, the thick fog in front of him suddenly dissipated, revealing a narrow passage.

On both sides of the passage are gray walls covered with mottled marks, which seem to be telling countless unknown stories.

Dr. Lizard's heartbeat began to speed up, and he felt a sense of foreboding. He tried to reach out and touch the wall around him, but the moment he touched it, a cold breath instantly hit him, as if to freeze his soul.

His heart tightened and he wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

Suddenly, a lot of gray human arms stretched out from the wall, like evil spirits crawling out of the abyss of hell, and directly grabbed Dr. Lizard's hand.

Those arms were pale and cold, and the fingertips seemed to be filled with endless resentment as they tightly wrapped around his wrists.

Dr. Lizard was startled and confused, and tried to break free but to no avail.

He used all his strength to pull his arm out from the pile of strange arms. There were already many black hand prints on the scaly arm, like cursed marks, which was creepy.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on?!" Dr. Lizard took a deep breath and cursed in his heart, anger and fear intertwined into an indescribable emotion.

Just as he was about to escape, a series of blurry images flashed through his mind, which seemed to be those experimental subjects he had abandoned. Their eyes showed innocence and despair, as if they were accusing him of what he had done.

Dr. Lizard felt a surge of guilt, then was overwhelmed by fear.

He knew he had nowhere to escape. Stuck in this dark fog, everything seemed to be developing in a direction he could not predict.

"I can't die like this!" Dr. Lizard gritted his teeth in his heart and tried to calm himself down.

From his last experience, he knew that only by facing this unknown fear could he find hope for survival.

"I must not retreat!" He muttered to himself, trying to turn his inner fear into courage, and walked towards the narrow passage.

"What's happening here?"

Loki frowned, his eyes wandering across the gloomy passage in front of him, a mixture of shock and uneasiness in his heart.

The gray stone walls on both sides of the passage were covered with ancient and dark runes, which seemed to be whispering some unknown secrets.

There was a suffocating heavy atmosphere in the air, as if every inch of space was oppressing his soul.

Just now, he was about to deceive his brother Thor with an elaborate lie, claiming that Odin was dead and that he would inherit the throne.

Before he could finish his words, a sudden thick fog came like a tide, swallowing up everything around him and instantly turning his vision into a gray nothingness.

When the thick fog gradually dissipated, Loki found that he was not in the familiar tent, but in a strange and gloomy passage.

The surrounding environment made him feel chilly, as if every brick was peeping at him and whispering.

"Was I caught here by some existence without any preparation?" He said to himself, feeling uneasy in his heart, as if being tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

He shook his head, trying to calm himself down, repeating in his mind: "How is this possible? I am the number one wizard in the Nine Realms! Who can catch me in this situation? Not even Odin."

He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate and sense the magical fluctuations around him.

But at this moment, he felt the resentment flowing through the wall. The thick negative emotion surged like a tide, almost suffocating him.

Loki's heart couldn't help but tighten, and his inner confidence began to waver.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "This doesn't look like a trick. Damn it! What the hell is going on?!"

He hesitated for a moment, doubts and fears intertwined in his heart, but he finally decided to take a step forward, and his footsteps echoed in the empty passage.

There seemed to be a faint light flickering at the end of the passage, and Loki's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, with both anticipation and fear.

He walked forward slowly, and a low echo sounded in his ears, as if countless souls were calling him.

"Is this some kind of trial?" he thought to himself, countless possibilities flashing through his mind.

As a mage, he knew that many powerful beings liked to test their opponents in this way.

Do I have to face unknown challenges too?
Just as he was thinking, the light ahead gradually became brighter, and a strong curiosity surged in Loki's heart.

He quickened his pace and walked towards the light, secretly encouraging himself in his heart: "No matter what is ahead, I must never retreat!"

When he walked to the source of the light, he was stunned by the sight before him.

A huge circular hall appeared before him, its walls inlaid with glittering gems, emitting a mysterious and charming glow.

In the center of the hall, on a towering throne sat a figure in a black robe, his face blurred, as if a ghost condensed from the darkness.

"Welcome, Loki." The deep and hoarse voice echoed in the hall, as if it came from the depths of hell.

Loki's heart was shaken, and he realized that he had fallen into a trap of some powerful being.

"Who are you?" He tried to remain calm. Although the fear in his heart surged like a tide, he knew that he must not show weakness in the face of an unknown existence.

Loki tried to make his voice sound firm and powerful.

"I am an ancient being who controls the laws of time and space."

The man in black robe slowly stood up, his face still blurry, but his majestic aura made Loki feel extremely oppressed.

"You have been chosen to be my pawn and participate in a game of fate."

"Game?" Loki's heart was stirred. Although he was disdainful, for some reason, deep down in his heart he had a little expectation for this game.

"Why should I obey your orders?"

"Because you have no choice."

The black-robed man smiled, his smile revealing ruthlessness and cruelty: "In this game, you will face your deepest fears and desires. Only by defeating them can you find the way back. Of course, as long as you win, you will also get rich rewards!"

Loki's heart tightened, as if he was restrained by an invisible force.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, recalling his past failures and setbacks. The fears that he had buried deep in his heart were now ruthlessly revealed at this moment.

"I will never give in!" He clenched his teeth, an indomitable fighting spirit burning in his heart.

Even in desperate situation, Loki vowed to break free from this invisible bondage and regain his freedom.

"Very good, I like this kind of flame." The black-robed man's voice was filled with appreciation. Then, he waved his hand, and the entire hall began to twist, as if time and space were intertwined at this moment.

Loki's heart was filled with doubts and uneasiness until his eyes were enveloped by light. (End of this chapter)