American Comics: The Matrix.

Chapter 576 God of Stories
"Now, Bant is being held back by another extraterrestrial god race. They may decide the outcome in an instant, or they may not be able to decide the outcome until the evolution of the Eighth Heaven is completed."

Contradiction was speaking in a way that Loki couldn't understand.

But Loki began to realize that this was probably the moment when he would fulfill his glorious mission.

Every Asgardian believes they are born to fulfill a glorious mission. He and Thor once thought that glory was becoming the king of Asgard, but after experiencing so much, they have long realized that this was a mistake.

A mission, perhaps, means sacrifice, or accomplishing a heroic feat.

Just like now.

The fate of the multiverse rests in his hands.

"how should I do?"

“Go through it and sit on that throne,” Mao Dun said softly.

Loki then noticed an ancient armchair hidden within the dense, spiderweb-like green multiverse timeline.

The throne has been vacant for a long time, and now it will welcome its master. From now on, Loki will stand at the top of the multiverse!

But Loki showed no excitement whatsoever.

Because he knew there would be a price to pay.

"As long as you are there, you can control everything in the multiverse, and freely cut the timeline of each universe. The countless universes are like the veins of a giant tree, and you are the one who prunes it."

"Just as the Time Administration manipulates your destiny, you will also write all the stories; you will become the God of Stories," Mao Dun said.

"What's the price?"

"Loneliness," he said contradictorily.

He tried to make his tone light, as if it were not a big deal: "You see, just like me, I am a person outside of time, I am lonely enough, and you will be tens of thousands of times more lonely than me."

"And you will be forever removed from the real world, becoming time and the story itself."

Loki nodded.

He got it.

"I have another question,"

The contradiction prompted him to continue.

Loki hesitated, "...Is this also part of the story?"

Becoming the god of stories and writing the beginning and end of the multiverse—is this part of rebelling against fate, or fate itself?
After a moment's hesitation, Mao Dun spoke:

"Yes and...No."

Loki nodded and asked no more questions.

He pushed open the door that Modoron had already opened and walked in without hesitation.

Modoron had walked a long way, his steps were as heavy as if he were carrying several mountains, each step leaving a heavy footprint.

As he walked further and further away, the green threads wrapped around his body, each one as heavy as if it carried the weight of the entire universe, slowing his pace.

From behind, Modoron was completely surrounded by green silk threads.

The good news is that Mordor's time manipulation is ineffective here; his movements are slow and he tires easily, giving Loki a chance to surpass him.

Loki started walking forward.

Soon, a glowing thread landed on his shoulder, and his vision suddenly blurred for a moment as an unprecedented hallucination appeared before him.

In a daze, he seemed to have ascended to the throne of Asgard, with Odin and Frigga crowning him, Thor singing for him, and him sitting on a golden throne, while fairies played beautiful songs for him...

But he soon came to his senses.

Because he had already obtained all of this, and had also given it up. He realized that this was himself in another universe, but the illusion did not end there. The beautiful vision shattered, and right after Odin fell into slumber, the Frost Giants joined forces with the Nine Realms to attack Asgard and slaughtered everyone.

However, he, the ruler of the Nine Realms, lacked the power to defeat the enemy.

Loki opened his eyes and continued forward, more threads falling on his body, causing his thin frame to stagger.

This is the world where Loki was killed by Thanos after the defeat in the Battle of New York; this is the world where Loki was assassinated by Malekith during the Dark Elves' invasion; this is the world where young Loki killed Thor...

One world after another passed before his eyes, and Loki's steps became slower and slower, making it increasingly difficult for him to move forward.

He seemed to be carrying all of Loki's expectations as he moved forward, while countless timelines pulled him backward.

Modoron has already found him.

But he could do nothing about it.

He couldn't use any of his abilities here, so he had no choice but to keep moving forward.

Awakening once again through the eyes of his own universe, in a world where Loki was not abandoned by Laufey, he led the Frost Giants to retrieve the Casket of Ice, froze the Nine Realms, personally killed Thor and Odin, and then executed Frigga at the gates of the Asgardian temple.

This may be the only world where Loki succeeds, but he doesn't know what he did or who he killed.

Before he could even grieve for his past self in that world, Loki was already on par with Mordorano.

"You won't stop me!"

Mordor became agitated and elbowed Loki hard with his steel arm.

Loki immediately clutched his kidneys and knelt down.

Modoron breathed a sigh of relief, laughed, and continued forward.

It's very close.

The empty throne is right before us, where all of time converges; it is both authority and shackles!

Modoron stretched out his hand with difficulty.

"Next, all we need to do is infuse all the power of time into the fly ash extinguisher..."

He couldn't speak anymore.

Because at that moment, Loki's figure appeared out of thin air in front of the throne before him.

His once golden antlers were now rusted by the power of time, but he had not forgotten the pride of Asgard, and soared straight towards the sky. He rested one hand on the side of the throne, as time impacted him from every direction.

Until he is crowned and made to sit on the throne of emptiness, bearing all beings on his back.

But, when?
Mordor was dumbfounded. He turned around abruptly and saw Loki, whom he had elbowed, still kneeling on the ground not far away. But the next second, the shadow vanished like sand.

"phantom?"

Loki: What do you mean by "the greatest sorcerer in the Nine Realms"? (Looks up)
In that instant, Mordor felt the burden on his body disappear, all the threads were pulled away from him, and billions of threads wrapped around him and surged toward Loki, completely engulfing him.

"what!"

Those countless violently piercing timelines now appeared to Loki as billions of colorful threads. He could clearly see the source of each thread, feel its pulse, and foresee its billions of possible future paths.

Loki remained silent.

He simply sat down slowly and solemnly on the "throne" that was naturally formed by the convergence and intertwining of countless timelines.

The energy of the multiverse converges here.

With his hands he supports the entire multiverse, intertwining their destinies like a world tree.

(End of this chapter)