I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 192 Meeting with Loki

Inside the makeshift office, Saul slumped in a chair, his eyes vacant, as if his soul had been ripped away.

The desolate landscape of New Mexico outside the window mirrored the emptiness in his eyes; this once mighty Thor, who dominated the nine realms, now lacked even the strength to stand up.

In the next room, Agent Coulson was conducting routine questioning of Jane Foster and Daisy Lewis.

His manner was polite and professional, but his questions were meticulous, concerning every detail of the unusual storm the previous night and the blond man who had suddenly appeared in front of their car.

"We were evacuating equipment when the storm came."

"Then he suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, as if he had been thrown down from the sky by a strong wind. We couldn't just leave him to die, so we took him to the clinic in town."

Jane recalled, her fingers unconsciously twirling the ends of her hair.

Coulson nodded and jotted down the keywords on his tablet.

He had just received direct orders from the director: protect the man who called himself Saul, and at the same time uncover all the information behind him.

At S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Nick Fury stared at the live feeds and reports on the screen with his single eye.

He rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling a familiar headache; nothing good ever came from being involved with the supernatural.

The Asgardian regime changed hands, the old king was dying, and the throne was vacant—Fury pieced together the general outline from Ye Feng's scattered hints.

This is undoubtedly a power storm sweeping across the nine realms, and Earth is very likely to be caught in the eye of the storm.

He absolutely would not allow this to happen.

"It seems we can only take it one step at a time."

Fury muttered to himself, his eyes gradually sharpening.

He pressed the communication button, and instructions began to be issued one after another.

A few minutes later, Coulson's phone vibrated.

He glanced at the caller ID and strode toward the room where Saul was.

"Mr. Saul."

"Someone wants to talk to you."

Colson handed over the satellite phone.

Thor took the unfamiliar little device blankly, his movements clumsy as if he were fiddling with alien technology.

"Thor, I am Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"You can't stay there any longer. Since you can't lift your hammer right now—maybe we can try a different approach. We have a special friend in New York. He might be able to help you."

The voice on the other end of the phone was steady and strong.

"A special friend?"

A glint of light flashed in Thor's dull eyes.

"A deity."

Fury spoke calmly, but it made Thor sit up straight instantly.

"I'll go with you."

Thor didn't hesitate at all.

The relocation operation was launched swiftly.

Three hours later, a Quinjet took off from the temporary base, carrying Saul, Jane, Daisy, and Dr. Eric Scharvig, and sped toward New York.

Coulson led the team himself, and along the way he noticed that Thor always kept his hands tightly clenched, his eyes fixed on the surging sea of ​​clouds outside the window, as if searching for something unseen.

Shortly after the fighter jets left, a faint green light rippled outwards around Mjolnir.

Loki's figure emerged from it, his long, slender fingers gently brushing over the ancient runes on the hammer handle.

He took a deep breath, gripped the hammer handle with both hands, and exerted all his strength, but Mjolnir remained motionless, as if he were just an ordinary piece of metal on the ground.

Loki released his grip, a bitter smile playing on his lips: "As expected—you still chose him."

Is there any possibility?

"Are you truly not qualified to lift it?"

A strange voice suddenly came from behind.

Loki whirled around, his arm swung, and two daggers slid into his palm.

Standing before him was a man he had never seen before, whose handsome face was almost unreal, whose eyes were like the deep starry sky, yet exuded a pressure more chilling than Odin's.

"Who are you?"

Loki's voice was as cold as the Jotunheim ice field.

"A god who was passing by."

"It's foolish of you to go to all that trouble to imitate Thor's fighting style."

"Your talent doesn't lie here. Even if you are Laufey's son, it is the Asgardian runes that Frigga taught you that are your true power. Your battlefield is in the realm of magic, not hand-to-hand combat."

"shut up!"

"What do you know?! I am the one who should rule Asgard! I am smarter and better than Thor!"

Loki's face twisted instantly, especially the words "son of Laufey" which felt like an ice pick piercing his heart. "I know."

"In fact, you are indeed more talented than him."

Ye Feng nodded calmly.

Loki was stunned.

He had been waiting for such recognition for thousands of years, but he never expected it to come from a stranger in such a calm tone.

As Ye Feng gazed at the God of Deception before him, his thoughts drifted to countless possible branches.

In a multiverse known as Ragnarok, Thor is the chosen protagonist.

Son of Odin, blood of Gaia, he ultimately traded his eyes for ancient magic, becoming the Rune King Thor who ended the cycle of reincarnation.

But Loki—Loki across countless timelines—has repeatedly defied so-called destiny through sheer wisdom and an indomitable spirit.

In the Voidlands of the Sacred Timeline, there are only countless Loki variants.

However, there are very few variants of Thor, or even none at all.

Loki's multiple personas have evolved into two separate individuals.

One wields a pen to rewrite reality, turning the universe into a painting, arbitrarily altering all the course of time, and effortlessly erasing the traces of the shadowy ancient god.

The other, when the timeline collapsed, walked alone to the throne, using himself as the core to support the World Tree, which was constructed from the timeline of the entire multiverse.

Each of them is superior in rank to the strongest Thor.

"We will meet again."

"You can think about it carefully. What you really want is not what Odin wants, not what Thor expects, but what Loki himself desires."

Ye Feng's voice pulled Loki back from his daze.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Feng's figure vanished like mist, as if he had never been there.

Luo Ji stood still, the dagger now hanging limply at his side.

Will we ever meet again?

He murmured to himself, but a pebble had been thrown into the stagnant pool of his heart, and the ripples lingered for a long time.

Frigga, Frigga's mother, once said that Midgard was a place teeming with hidden talents, no less so than Asgard.

He used to scoff at it, but now he has to re-evaluate it.

But after a moment of hesitation, Loki's eyes regained their sharpness and determination.

"No—my plan will not change."

He whispered, his figure fading into the green light, as if he had merged into the air.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents patrolling the perimeter of the base were completely unaware of this; only the barely perceptible magical embers on the sand proved that an extraordinary being had indeed descended upon the area.

Above the clouds, Ye Feng gazed in the direction where Loki had disappeared, a smile playing on his lips.

"As expected, a few words cannot sway the god of trickery."

He never expected that a single conversation would change anything; he simply planted a seed, which might take root and sprout at some point in the future, leading to a completely new path.

Ye Feng had a great interest in every Loki variant that had the potential to become a god of stories.

To personally nurture a divine being capable of weaving destiny?

The idea itself is like an exciting adventure.

As the Quinjet landed on the rooftop helipad of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, New York was already bathed in the glow of streetlights.

As Saul stepped out of the cabin, the first thing he saw was the one-eyed black man in a trench coat, waiting in the howling night wind.

"You're Chief Fury?"

"Where is the deity you speak of?"

Thor strode forward, his tone urgent.

"Don't rush."

"We have plenty of time. And before that, you need to learn some rules. This is Earth, not Asgard."

Fury's one eye calmly surveyed the fallen prince.

At the same moment, in a higher-level office at S.H.I.E.L.D., Alexander Pierce stared at the report on the screen, his brow furrowed.

"Gods? Are you kidding me!"

He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Even having witnessed the secrets of Hydra's millennia-long existence, the contents of this report still struck him as absurd.

However, this was a report submitted by intelligence personnel below, and errors were extremely rare.

Pierce put his glasses back on, his gaze becoming deep.

If there really is such a thing as divine intervention, then many plans may need to be re-evaluated.

Soon, Nick Fury brought Thor to the safe house inside S.H.I.E.L.D.

"You want to imprison me?"

Thor looked around at the decorations, his brow furrowed.

"It's not imprisonment, it's protection."

"Thor, you have lost your divine powers. Even if you still have your physical abilities and combat experience, you are still on Earth."

"There are many people who could kill you."

"I do not want a war to break out between Earth and Asgard."

Nick Fury corrected him.

"And right now, the throne of Asgard is still vacant."

"Are you the only heir to the throne of Asgard?"

"So you're so confident and fearless."

Nick Fury asked tentatively.

It was also a way of indirectly probing the current situation in Asgard.

"Of course, I am the first in line to the throne."

"As for my brother Loki, he probably has no intention of inheriting the throne."

"He's on my side."

Thor answered without hesitation.

Upon hearing Saul's words, Nick Fury sighed.

Indeed, this prince of Asgard was terrifyingly naive.

He was able to deduce this from the few words he exchanged with Ye Feng earlier.

The battle between Asgard and Jotunheim was definitely instigated by someone.

And often the biggest beneficiary is the murderer.

Nick Fury was well aware of this.

Loki is undoubtedly the prime suspect right now.

"So who exactly sent you to Jotunheim?"

"As far as I know, Odin has been in this state for over a thousand years."

"Asgard has also rarely initiated wars against other countries."

Nick Fury's words startled Saul.

She then looked at him.

"Why do you, a mere mortal living in Midgard, know so much about Asgard?"

Thor frowned and asked...