Staring at the massive ice-blue sword before him, Loki's expression grew momentarily dazed.
So the answer really was correct!
He had answered right, and even received the system's reward, yet strangely, no joy appeared on Loki's face. Instead, his expression grew darker.
That he truly sacrificed his own life—willingly—for the sake of saving that foolish brother!
Who would ever want such a future?
A surge of inexplicable anger suddenly welled up inside Loki's chest.
At that moment, he made a firm decision.
No matter what, he would change that damned future!
Thinking this, he didn't hesitate any longer and stretched out his hand, gripping the Frostmourne that floated before him.
The instant Loki's fingers touched the hilt, a surge of bone-chilling frost burst forth. The temperature of the entire interdimensional livestream room seemed to plummet by dozens of degrees in an instant.
"Ah! So cold!"
Peter Parker's face instantly went pale, his whole body nearly trembling uncontrollably.
Tony and Strange, standing nearby, also changed color in alarm.
Even from this distance, they could feel the icy chill emanating from that sword.
For Loki to directly grasp it with his bare hand—was that really safe?
"!!!"
As Loki's hand wrapped around Frostmourne's hilt, an all-consuming chill pierced his palm and spread through his entire body.
Yet, unexpectedly, instead of pain, he felt… comfort.
And in the very moment he grasped the sword, Loki truly comprehended the power of this demonic blade.
[Frostmourne: In an otherworld known as Azeroth, Frostmourne once slaughtered countless foes—knights, mages, even dragons!]
[All of their souls were devoured by this cursed sword.]
[As long as its wielder possesses sufficient strength, they can unleash the souls trapped within, transforming them into terrifying undead.]
[This is the Scourge Legion!]
"What an incredible sword!"
Coming back to his senses, Loki couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath, his mind shaken to its core.
To summon undead out of thin air—including dragons—this sword's terror was beyond measure.
In any of the Nine Realms, the act of controlling the dead was an abominable and fearsome power.
Yet strangely, in this very moment, Loki felt no aversion at all.
After seeing his own pitiful death on the screen, it could be said that… never in his life had Loki hungered for power as desperately as he did now!
Gripping the massive sword, Loki lowered his gaze and looked around. Frost had already spread thickly under his feet, stretching outward for dozens of meters.
Tony and the others had all retreated far back, their eyes fixed on him in astonishment.
"Uh… Mr. Loki, are you… alright?"
Peter Parker swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly.
Even from such a distance, the chill radiating from Frostmourne made him shiver uncontrollably.
Loki gave a casual nod, lowering his eyes to study the demonic blade in his hand. For a moment, he even felt the urge to summon a few undead, just to see what would happen.
But he quickly remembered—Odin and Thor were watching him through the broadcast!
With a trace of regret, he pushed that thought aside.
In Asgard, watching Loki's form shrouded in icy aura on the screen, Odin's brows furrowed slightly.
Loki, after all, was not his true-born son. He was the child of Laufey, King of the Frost Giants of Jotunheim!
Long ago, Odin had repelled Laufey's invasion of Earth. Pursuing him all the way into Jotunheim, Odin discovered an infant Loki in Laufey's palace and brought him back to Asgard.
Other than the Queen, Frigga, no one in all Asgard knew of Loki's true lineage.
The reason Odin adopted Loki and raised him as his own was not without purpose.
He had hoped that one day Loki would ascend as King of Jotunheim, while Thor would rule Asgard.
That way, the two realms could truly become brother nations and enjoy eternal peace.
Yet as the image of Thanos snapping Loki's neck flashed back in his mind, Odin felt a deep, unshakable ache in his chest.
Yes, when he adopted Loki, he had indeed harbored his own selfish motives.
But after raising him for so many years, he could not bear the thought of this son being sacrificed like that.
Just as Odin's heart sank with grief, his white brows suddenly arched. A flicker of surprise passed through his eyes—followed immediately by sharp vigilance.
"The Frost Giants… they've invaded Asgard's vault!"
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