Marvel Gashapon Maniac

"No, I have to go."

Seeing Thor charging out menacingly with his hammer, Loki decisively chose to flee.

Through his extensive experience with Thor, Loki acquired the special ability to read Thor's emotions, and he felt that if he didn't leave soon, he would end up on the table as a dish.

When everyone arrived, they found nothing and could only return to Fu You's house and sigh at the empty plate.

"This thing is so clean, it looks like that guy just licked it. We're too late. Is there any way to salvage it now?" Peter said, looking at the empty plate with a pained expression.

"You can even lick it?" Upon hearing this, Thor immediately picked up the wooden box, pressed his face against the table, and examined it from underneath, trying to find out where he could lick it.

"Like an otaku seeing a half-undressed Tohka figure." Fu You looked at Thor, who was lying on the table, with disdain.

Tony shrugged: "After all, he'd been craving meat like a husky that's been starving for three days and then sees a huge bowl of meat."

Fu You sighed; he hadn't eaten yet either.

There's no way around it, I'll just make another one later. But it'll take over 11 hours to prepare, so the earliest I can eat it is tomorrow.

Tony's phone suddenly rang. Tony looked down and saw that the caller was Nick Fury.

Although Tony didn't like dealing with that bald guy, he still answered the phone.

“Tony, we need your help,” Egg’s voice came through the phone.

"An alien has stolen the Tesseract. Although we don't know his purpose, if we don't stop him, there could be endless trouble in the future."

"An alien?" Tony glanced at Thor, who was leaning over the table checking if there was any leftover food in the mold and even trying to lick it.

"An alien wearing a black trench coat, with long hair and a cat's tongue?" Tony said curiously.

Eggman was taken aback: "The description of his appearance is correct, but I don't know about his cat tongue. What? You've seen him?"

“Not only have I seen it, everyone here has.” Tony’s tone revealed a hint of helplessness: “We were at Fu You’s house, and he and Thor were both there.”

"What?" Eggman was startled. He suddenly remembered Hawkeye being controlled: "He didn't do anything? Like, control anyone?"

"Controlled?" Tony was stunned. "He controlled our dinner! He just ate our food and ran away! That's inhuman!"

The marinated egg was stunned.

"You mean to say that an alien invader stole your dinner?"

Lu Dan was a little dumbfounded; even novels wouldn't write such a strange thing.

"Alright, Tony, do you remember the Avengers? Now is the time for us to unite and solve this alien crisis." Nick Fury stopped dwelling on Loki's ambiguous actions and extended an invitation to Tony.

“No problem, I’m actually a little annoyed.” Tony pursed his lips.

Although I've seen plenty of delicacies, I was still really looking forward to Fu You's cooking; that guy actually ate it all.

Not a drop left!

Iron Man is very unhappy, and the consequences are serious.

“Take me along, it’s an Asgardian family matter,” Thor said.

“Me too… um.” Peter wanted to say yes, but then he remembered that he wasn’t Spider-Man now, but rather Parker, Fu You’s friend, so he kept quiet.

“Fu You, I hope you can provide us with some information.” Everyone present except Fu You had spoken up, so Lu Dan threw the question to Fu You.

“I can help you, Nick Fury,” Fu You said after a moment’s thought.

"So, what's the price for Fu You?" Egg asked.

Lu Dan didn't believe that Fu You had suddenly become overwhelmed with a sense of justice and wanted to help.

"Drink this bowl of Ganges water... no, wrong channel."

"The price is... to help me fix the house and buy me a new set of appliances."

"..." The person on the other end of the phone paused for a few seconds.

"it is good."

……

"Damn it, I didn't expect my brother to be in Midgard too." Loki rubbed his backside as he walked down the street.

His original plan was to attract the attention of the people in Midgard, pretend to be captured to cause internal strife among them, and incidentally buy time for Hawkeye and the scientists, who were under his control, to prepare to open the portal.

However, he was a little panicked now, because his brother would never treat prisoners of war well.

If you are captured by a hero of the Central Court, you may receive some preferential treatment because you are worth questioning and because of your princely status. You might even get to taste the legendary Chinese cuisine.

Hey, you know what? The food I had at that kid's place before was really delicious!

"If I ever rule Midgard, I'll keep that person as my cook. I'm not going to feed those idiots with their weird diets," Loki thought to himself.

"Let's find a place to attract attention, preferably a place with a huge crowd." Loki walked along, holding his scepter. He had heard that there was a gathering of nobles not far away.

Such a high-class banquet must be very attractive, right? We should just cause trouble there; it'll definitely draw attention.

Loki casually controlled a taxi driver and took him to the venue.

His plan was originally quite good, but tragically, things didn't go as planned, and today the traffic jam was extremely bad.

"Why are there so many people?" Loki looked at the crowded vehicles around him and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

However, what he didn't know was that in some countries, this level of traffic congestion wasn't even a fraction of the commute time.

"Because Stark Industries released the official version of Assassin's Creed 1 today, the number of people on this stretch of road has skyrocketed," the controlled driver explained to Loki.

"Assassin's Creed? What's that?" Loki heard some terms he didn't understand and asked, somewhat puzzled, "No, you mean there were a lot of people in the venue?"

"Much."

Loki nodded after receiving the reply, opened the car door, and got out.

"Boss, are you going to the press conference?" the controlled driver asked, peering out of the car as Loki got out and drove away.

“Of course.” Loki stylishly flicked his trench coat and said confidently:

"Let those people witness the power of God."

1. Hey, same old request for something, you all know what I mean.

2. Working shifts after a trip is really exhausting, I'm about to throw up. Here's today's update.

3. It's said that getting published and recommended requires chatting with cannibalistic editors, which terrifies orphan authors. They'll just have to play it safe for now.

Chapter 79 The Power of the Crowd (Physics)

"Why are there so many people?" Loki used his invisibility to weave through the crowd, but the sheer number of people made his journey difficult.

Loki was blocked by a lot of muscular guys who looked like his brother, which caused him to take a long detour.

He physically rejects this muscleman, perhaps because he is one of the few intelligent heroes in Asgard.

The Assassin's Creed press conference was packed with people, like a shopping mall on sale for 1.5% off. It was so crowded that even Loki had to use magic several times to get to the front.

"Phew...finally squeezed through." Loki wiped his sweat, turned his head to look at the dense crowd, and suddenly became curious about what activity had made this group of people so crazy.

In the past, in Asgard, only celebrations welcoming Thor back and Odin's speeches would draw such large crowds. So what is the occasion here in Midgard?

Loki couldn't help but look towards the stage.

On stage, a man in a black cloak wearing a cat-ear mask was walking the runway. Every time he struck a pose, the audience below would erupt in cheers.

"Hmm? Do the men of Midgard have a taste for this?" Loki looked at the man with the explosive muscles and then at the exaggerated expressions of the men in the audience, even more so than women seeing a celebrity, and couldn't help but wonder about the tastes of the people of Midgard.

"Alright. Thank you, Mr. Steve, for your Batman cosplay performance. That concludes the warm-up activities." The host walked onto the stage and patted the Batman actor on the shoulder.

After all, this is an Assassin's Creed launch event, so we can't go off-topic.

"Batman? Isn't that a cat?" Loki looked at Batman's mask strangely; it looked exactly like cat ears.

"In addition to the usual game launch, this Assassin's Creed launch event will also include a lucky draw, with one lucky audience member winning the Assassin's Creed virtual game and a limited edition Assassin's Creed outfit."

Loki didn't listen carefully to what the host was saying; he connected with Hawkeye.

"What's wrong, boss? Did you burn your tongue with a steamed bun, or did you forget your money for a taxi?" Hawkeye's voice came through the phone.

Loki caused quite a bit of trouble during this time. Although he usually puts on a dignified posture, Hawkeye, who is often disturbed by some bizarre issues, no longer feels any sense of dignity.

In his view, Loki's majesty was like that of a young lady from a lakeside mansion.

"Do you know what virtual games are?" Loki asked bluntly.

Although Asgard has technological products that prevent Loki from acting like a caveman, he had never heard of virtual games before.

“If you’re planning to slack off, then go buy it yourself. I have to go fight the Arkham Knights after I finish here. My work here is very busy.” Hawkeye didn’t explain anything to Loki, just told him to try it himself.

"Oh." Loki was speechless and obediently hung up the phone, as if he really was the only one with nothing to do.

To prove he wasn't just a lazy god, Loki took out his scepter, intending to demonstrate his divine power to everyone present.

Just as he took half a step, the light suddenly shone on him, making him instinctively shield his eyes with his arm.

"Is it an attack?" Loki was startled and secretly gathered his strength to retaliate.

"Okay, congratulations to this gentleman for winning the prize! Please come up to the stage to receive your prize!" The host's loud voice suddenly rang out, startling Loki.

Loki was taken aback when he saw that everyone around him and the host were looking at him.

He turned and looked around, then pointed to himself. "Me?"

"That's right, please come up on stage to receive your award."

Loki scoffed. Since they were asking him to come up on stage, then he might as well make these Midgards submit to him.

Loki went on stage, but instead of taking the white trench coat that was handed to him, he snatched the microphone from the host's hand.

"You foolish Midgardians, I am Loki, the god from Asgard." With that, Loki materialized his trench coat and armor, eliciting gasps from the crowd.

Golden armor paired with a ram's horn helmet, and the scepter in his hand radiating a dazzling blue light.

To be honest, it actually looks quite impressive.

"Now, I want you to kneel and worship the gods!" Loki swung his scepter and unleashed an energy wave at the arriving police car, blasting it away.

"Kneel down! Now!" Loki shouted imposingly, startling some of the crowd.

The audience members looked at each other, but no one reacted.

A person cosplaying as Batman saw this and quickly stepped forward to stop Loki's actions.

"Looks like I need to show you the consequences of disobeying God." Loki sneered, pointing his scepter at the approaching Batman cosplayer.

A shockwave shot out and struck the man's face directly.

"People are all servile; killing this one will scare them away," Loki thought smugly, seemingly picturing the scene of people kneeling before him.

However, to his surprise, the Batman cosplayer dodged his attack with a side roll and charged straight at him.

Its movements were far faster than Hawkeye's.

"What?" Loki was startled. Why did this plot seem so familiar?

Seeing that he was being approached, Loki directly stabbed the Batman cosplayer with his scepter.

The Batman cosplayer dodged the attack with a standard backbend.

"Shit..." The familiar way of dodging skills, the familiar scene.

But this time was different; this person was much stronger than the previous agent, and actually kicked Loki away.

Loki fell to the ground, somewhat questioning his existence. Was everyone really this good at fighting?

However, he soon received an answer.

"Hit him!"

Someone shouted something, and a group of people suddenly surrounded them, pinned them to the ground, and started beating them.

In the chaos, Loki's golden horn helmet flew off, and a group of people surrounded Loki like middle-aged women grabbing clothes at a supermarket sale.

Loki shakily crawled out of the crowd, barely managing to catch his breath thanks to his clone magic, and emerged in a disheveled state.

Her hair was a mess, just like Sadako. Her cape had been stolen by some unknown person. Although she hadn't been beaten too badly thanks to her divine strength, she was still completely bewildered.

"Loki, the god of mischief, you are under arrest."

While the scene was still in chaos and Loki was still confused, a red and gold mech descended from the sky.