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This is a concert hall, and staying here is in line with Loki's personality. Loki has visited most of the concert halls except those in China. He didn't go to China because his visa from China hadn't been approved yet, and the Heavenly Court's attitude was somewhat unclear.

There was a thin, barely visible barrier outside the concert hall. After landing outside, Tony took out a work ID from his pocket and stuck it on the barrier.

Soon, from where the work permit was located, a large door, big enough for the armor to pass through, slowly opened.

Loki possessed some protective equipment from Hextech, including this force field generator. However, after confirming that the device was functioning properly, Tony was no longer worried.

Even disregarding Loki's individual strength, it would take Hulk a long time to dismantle all of Loki's protective gear.

Stark and Rogers followed Tony inside. Since they were the ones who caused the trouble, they had to take responsibility. Their only hope was that Ant-Man would act slowly and not cause too much trouble.

“I am Tony Stark, a full-time researcher at the Clock Tower Hextech Research Institute and the deputy head of New York’s stability maintenance department.”

Tony went in and immediately loudly identified himself.

Chapter 265 We're all transmigrators, so why is there such a huge difference in our treatment?

"Only a small fry showed up. Are you short-handed?" Loki's voice drifted slowly from inside the concert hall.

"Shall I leave?" Tony asked, looking at him as they walked into the main hall. The entire concert hall was empty except for a few of them; the other civilians had been dispersed by magic, which was one of the reasons Tony's attitude towards Loki was relatively good. "How about I apply to have a legend come over?"

Loki's status as the second prince of Asgard doesn't preclude a legendary figure from handling the conflict. However, once the legendary figure arrives, Loki's carefree life will be over. In the presence of the legendary figure, Loki's only important identity will be that of a second prince. Consequently, he will have to shoulder the communication responsibilities left behind by the eldest prince, Toer.

After all, not every legend is like Olaf, who has such a high compatibility with Thor and doesn't like to do serious work.

Besides, it's funny how the two of them have been on Earth for so long, yet they haven't even reached a third of the initial communication plan. No wonder Odin is thinking about having a third child.

Anyway, in Asgard now, let alone a third child, Odin could even afford to build a football team.

Loki didn't respond. He waved his hand twice, and a blue ball floated down from the sky, landing in front of Tony. Then, the outer shell dissipated, revealing Ant-Man with his hands tied behind his back, and even his mouth was blocked by a small energy ball.

Ugh! Ant-Man struggled even harder after seeing Tony, clearly he had mistaken him for someone else.

At that moment, Rogers and Stark entered the main hall from the back. The instant Rogers saw Ant-Man, he covered his head, his feelings were complicated.

Ant-Man was captured alive, and it seems he didn't cause any trouble. But seeing Ant-Man like this is a disgrace to the Avengers; he couldn't even beat Loki...

Indeed, at this moment, Rogers' impression of Loki was still that of a "god" who held two Infinity Stones but could only escape the S.H.I.E.L.D. base by car, and was then treated like a toy by the Hulk, being smashed around by him.

Huh? Ant-Man was stunned when he saw Stark enter. He kept looking Tony and Stark's faces at each other, and then, as if he understood something, he started cursing at Stark. Although his mouth was gagged, his cursing was still very obvious.

Tony glanced at Ant-Man on the ground, then looked at Loki. "Lord Loki, we will provide a written explanation of this incident as soon as possible and communicate with you regarding compensation."

“No need.” Loki refused outright. If this matter escalated, it would have the same effect as having a legend handle it. He would probably be forced to attend various meetings afterward, and he would rather spend that time watching some classic plays or musicals.

The outline of this play has already taken shape in Loki's mind—the great guardian of Asgard.

"When did Loki become so kind?" Rogers whispered in Stark's ear, his mind filled with vigilance.

Loki, propping his head up on his hand, looked at Rogers. "This Midgard man knows me before?"

Stark nudged Rogers, signaling him to be quiet, while Tony lifted Ant-Man up. "Thank you in advance for your generosity. We'll be going now."

Ant-Man writhed in the hands of Tony's armor, looking extremely unwilling to cooperate.

Stark had no choice but to approach Ant-Man and speak softly, "We've come to the wrong place. This is a parallel universe. I'll explain the details to you when we get out."

Ant-Man seemed to have been awakened, and after realizing what was happening, he gave up struggling and was held in Tony's hand like a salted fish.

"Wait." Loki suddenly called out to them, and then several illusions emerged, standing in front of Rogers and Stark. "Mortals, I have something to ask you. You come from other parallel universes?"

Stark and Rogers looked at Tony, who in turn looked at Loki. Under everyone's gaze, Loki waved his hand. "I know the rules, and I'll just ask the questions right here. You can just listen from the side. There won't be any sensitive topics."

Tony shrugged and took a step back. Loki's status was what it was, and Loki had just said he wouldn't pursue the matter of Ant-Man, so he had to give him some face.

"What great works did I in your universe write? The kind that are sung throughout the entire universe... the entire galaxy?" Loki seemed to realize he was exaggerating a bit when he asked the question, and lowered his expectations.

“Uh…” Rogers looked at Stark. He himself never watched operas, plays, or musicals.

Stark thought about it carefully for a moment, then shook his head. "No, the you from our region didn't create a single work before you died."

"What?! What am I doing?!" Loki slapped the chair arm off, then instantly appeared in front of Stark, the two only centimeters apart.

“Hmm… was it initially a power struggle with Thor for the throne?” Stark continued.

"What is that guy doing! Neglecting his duties!" Loki yelled. "And then?"

"It seems they even colluded with the Frost Giants to attack Asgard," Stark continued. The things he brought up all happened before the Battle of New York; either they've already happened here, or they probably won't happen again!

"Impossible!" Loki reacted strongly, grabbing Stark's arm. "You! Come with me to Asgard and we'll talk! I could never do such a thing!"

"Loki, you've crossed the line!" Tony reached out and grabbed Loki's hand. It was unacceptable for Loki to forcibly bring a person who had committed no crime from Earth to Asgard, even if the person was not a citizen of a multi-human civilization.

Loki looked at Tony, who was already fully armed, seemingly considering whether or not to use force.

Just then, the sound of gears turning suddenly filled the theater, and the space rapidly shifted. Loki reached out to the right and clenched his fist, stopping the entire space from rotating.

However, Loki abandoned his idea of ​​forcibly taking Stark away because Earth's sorcerers arrived.

The next second, Morey and Bruce appeared in the mirror space. Loki's magical fluctuations exceeded the limit allowed in the New York area, which was considered a violation, and this rule was the responsibility of Morey and his team.

Ant-Man, who had been forgotten to the side, wriggled a couple of times, turned around and looked at Bruce, who was holding a cup of black tea. He was instantly on the verge of tears.

We all traveled through time together, so why is there such a big difference in our treatment?

Bruce, you can still drink tea, but I'm wearing this thing and even swallowing is a struggle, sob sob sob.

Chapter 266 Come, be my son. No, wait, you seem to be my son.

"This person is suspected of defaming and insulting important members of the Asgardian gods. Based on the principle of victim jurisdiction, I demand that he be brought to Asgard for trial."

After realizing he couldn't take the person away directly, Loki changed his approach. His ability to find excuses was top-notch, and his skill in seizing the moral and legal high ground was also exceptional.

"We have received your feedback, and we will respond to your suggestions within seven working days. If it falls on a public holiday, it will be postponed to the next day." Morey played coy, figuring this wouldn't cause much of a stir anyway, so he could delay it and it would be good for both of them.

Loki's face darkened; these Midgardians were cheating!

Despite his anger, Loki's eyes swept over Hulk, who was holding a cup of red tea, over Tony's full suit of armor, and over Morey's twin axes at his waist before he wisely suppressed his rage.

And if things really get out of hand, those legendary figures on Earth will probably arrive in the blink of an eye, and then things won't be fun anymore. Loki is also trying to improve his image in the hearts of the people of Asgard and Midgard, at least to be higher than Thor, that simpleton.

“I have one more question.” Loki took a deep breath and looked at Stark, whose expression had remained unchanged throughout. “How is Thor?”

Stark and Rogers exchanged a glance; they both guessed that Loki might ask that question.

It seems, Thor, that we need you to make a sacrifice for our world!

“You’ve gained weight; you weigh four times as much as me now,” Rogers said first.

“I’ve become a homebody. I only leave the house once a month, and even then, it’s just to get a month’s worth of food,” Stark followed closely behind.

"He's become颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it conveys a sense of listlessness, apathy, and lack of motivation), he doesn't shave his beard or hair, he looks like a greasy middle-aged man."

"He's become decadent. All he does every day is play video games while drinking beverages. And even then, he can't win."

"He's lost. Forget about Storm Axe, even his hammer doesn't acknowledge him anymore."

"I'm lonely. Most of the time, I only have games for company. I don't have a wife or children."

Rogers and Stark each said something that made them feel sad, but Loki's expression remained unchanged; he simply released Stark's arm.

Immediately afterwards, Loki headed out the door.

Stark turned to look at Tony, wondering what was going on.

Tony held up three fingers.

three…

two…

one…

"Hahahaha..." Loki's laughter was extremely melodic, like a song.

Stark breathed a long sigh of relief. "Thank you, Thor, who's become a couch potato. You've saved the world once again."

"Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!"

On Asgard, the massive Thor sneezed several times in a row, the sound of which shook the dust off the roof.

"Hey! Big guy, keep your voice down, don't attract attention!" Rocket Raccoon stood on the armrest and patted Thor's trembling shoulder.

"It doesn't matter, this has always been my home." Thor looked around with a nostalgic gaze.

"Thor! You're back from Earth?!" Frigga's voice seemed to freeze Thor in place.

Thor never imagined that he would run into his mother as soon as he returned. At that moment, it felt as if his feet were glued on, making him unable to walk even though he wanted to.

Rocket Raccoon timely hid behind Thor and concealed himself.

"Thor, why aren't you saying anything?" Frigg walked up to Thor with some confusion, then took a deep breath and covered her mouth with her right hand.

"Good heavens, Thor, what did the Midgardians feed you?! Feed?! How did you get so fat?!"

Thor opened his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes. Today, today, his mother, the loving mother of Asgard, was going to die!

"It's okay, it's okay, don't cry, don't cry." Frigg seemed to understand something and gently hugged Thor. "There's still time, plenty of time. You have plenty of time to recover."

“Mom…I…” Thor choked up a little.

“That world must be very difficult. You must have suffered a lot,” Frigg said softly, taking Thor’s hand in hers.

“Mom, no, I’m actually from the future…” Thor’s nose twitched. “I really want to see you, I really do.”

"It's alright, we've already seen him." Frigg didn't explain, just went along with Thor's words, as if she were coaxing a child.

“I have so much to tell you…” Thor completely ignored Rocket Raccoon’s actions below; he had nothing but his mother in his eyes.

“We can talk about it slowly. Come with me, and this little one too.” Frigg pointed her finger, and Rocket Raccoon floated up from Thor’s feet.

"Hey, ma'am, good morning, um... I mean, good morning now..." Rocket Raccoon was a little flustered; Thor's mother seemed very strong.

Frigg smiled and waved to Thor and Rocket Raccoon. "Come with me."

The three of them arrived at a palace, a palace covered with runes, which was Frieda's living quarters.

“Madam…” the guards on the road bowed to Frigg.

Before he could even finish his polite remark, his jaw dropped when he saw Thor following behind him, looking like an inflated balloon.

They all suspected that they were either under some kind of terrifying illusion or that they had gone completely blind.

After sitting down in the living room, Thor, disregarding Rocket Raccoon's organization, explained almost everything.