Loki was stunned.
His body even trembled a little.
He hadn't seen wrong.
Absolutely not!
The energy fluctuations radiating from the guy in front of him were identical to those of an Asgardian!
How was that possible?!
How could this guy possibly know Asgard's magic?
"Who are you? Why do you know Asgard's magic?!"
Loki roared, his eyes bloodshot.
Compared to how strong Karl was—
this threw Loki even more off-balance!
Why?
Why could this guy use Asgard's magic?
Wasn't this the kind of magic only his mother could use?
Loki's thoughts turned into a mess. Even the hand gripping the Scepter (Loki's Scepter) was shaking.
Loki's panic wasn't something only Karl noticed.
Over there, Aldrich saw it too.
Inside, he kept shouting in amazement.
It's starting. It's starting.
This freakish talent.
One glance, and he can learn someone else's magic.
And when he uses it, it's even stronger than the original user.
How is that even fair?!
Seeing Loki looking dazed and hollow, Aldrich immediately felt relieved.
Sure enough, happiness is built on other people's suffering.
Seeing Loki's lost expression made him feel much better.
When he remembered he'd once looked the same, Aldrich felt a little embarrassed.
Aldrich's thoughts were naturally unknown to the others.
Loki, of course, had no idea either.
Right now his mind was still reeling, his expression extremely ugly.
But Loki was still Loki.
He recovered quickly.
A cold smile returned to his face.
"Hmph. You dared to steal-learn Asgard's magic. You're dead."
"My father-king will never forgive you."
Loki spoke loudly.
Asgard was a cosmic civilization, and plenty of its technology had leaked out over time.
But its core techniques had never been passed on.
Karl had actually learned Asgard's magic?
That was practically courting death!
"I didn't steal-learn it."
"You personally taught it to me."
Karl said calmly.
"You're lying!"
"When did I ever teach you magic?"
Loki shouted.
"Your magic—I saw it, so naturally it became mine."
"Your magic is too crude. I learned it with one glance. Who are you blaming for that?"
Karl spread his hands.
"Nonsense."
"A mere mortal—how could you possibly learn our magic with one glance?"
Loki said coldly.
In his heart, he was disdainful.
Midgard.
A barren backwater, that's all.
They hadn't even stepped beyond their own world—calling them primitives would be praising them!
Asgard had been waging war across the cosmos thousands of years ago and had seized vast territory.
How could an Earth mortal compare to that?
A mortal learning their magic at a glance?
Impossible.
It had to be that shameless, despicable bastard secretly stealing their magic!
"You shameless thief!"
"You must have studied our texts that ended up scattered in Midgard!"
"Just wait for the God-King's judgment!"
Loki shouted.
In truth, threatening Karl was secondary.
What mattered was that retreat had crept into Loki's heart.
This Karl…
his depth was unknowable—his power unfathomable!
Even now—
Loki still couldn't figure him out at all.
If he kept fighting, he'd only suffer. Better to pull back and plan it slowly.
Schemes and tricks were what he was best at.
"The God-King's judgment? Are you sure Odin still acknowledges you as his son?"
"An Asgardian prince has fallen all the way to Earth."
Karl said it lightly.
Loki's eyes turned red in an instant!
Loki might be vicious, but he was still deeply emotional.
He had always valued his mother above all.
Odin's favoritism made him suffer—now that Karl said it out loud, Loki immediately lost control.
"You lowly mortal—ant—get on your knees for me!!"
With a shout, Loki charged straight in.
For a moment, he even looked ready to die for it.
But—
Loki was still Loki.
On the surface, he rushed Karl head-on.
In reality, it was only an illusion—an illusion he unleashed at full power.
Loki's magic was still very strong.
At his peak, even Thanos and Odin couldn't see through his illusions.
Karl now had the strength of a Master Sorcerer, so naturally he couldn't see through it either.
Loki actually succeeded for a moment.
Clink!
A crisp sound rang out.
Loki's Scepter stabbed straight into Karl's lower back—
and it sounded like it had struck steel.
"What?"
Loki's face went blank with shock.
What was going on?
Why hadn't the Mind Scepter pierced this guy? Why did it make a sound like metal colliding?
What was going on?!
"That's some pretty good illusion magic."
Karl said.
Asgard's magic really did have its own unique brilliance.
No wonder it was magic that could even fool Odin.
Unfortunately—
this kid Loki had talent, but he didn't study magic properly. Instead he spent all day copying assassins.
A whole family of reckless bruisers.
If he'd actually devoted himself to magic cultivation, he wouldn't be this weak.
If that stab had been Thor doing the stabbing, Karl wouldn't have had it so easy.
At the very least—
it would've hurt for a few seconds.
"You… you…"
Loki retreated two steps, his face panicked and flustered.
"What about me?"
"The imperial prince of Asgard can't even speak anymore?"
Karl said calmly.
"Why are you fine?!"
Loki couldn't make sense of it.
This was the Mind Scepter—an extremely powerful weapon.
It used top-tier materials, and its energy source was unbelievably fierce.
It could even pierce battleships.
And yet this guy—
was completely fine?
That couldn't be!
"Weapons are good things, but unfortunately…"
"People aren't good people."
Karl reached out with one hand—and the Mind Scepter tore free.
Loki froze.
What?
What was happening?
He… he got disarmed barehanded?!
He was an Asgardian!
He might loathe his own bloodline, but he was a hybrid of Frost Giant royal blood and Asgardian royal blood!
His blood carried terrifying strength.
Honestly, Earth humans were ants in front of him.
A single punch from him would easily be at least a ton of force.
Even if he wasn't a freak like Hulk, he still crushed humans.
But now—
his weapon had been taken away as if by nothing at all?
Aren't you supposed to be a sorcerer?
Are sorcerers these days all this savage?
Magic being terrifying is one thing—how is your body this strong too?!
Just like Thor, that thick-skinned pig.
The Mind Scepter can't break your defense, and your strength is still that overwhelming?
And you still have the nerve to call yourself a sorcerer?
With power that easily crushes him, even if you wrestled Thor for dominance, you probably wouldn't end up at a disadvantage!
So why target him?!
Thinking of that, Loki actually felt a little wronged.
He only wanted to rule Earth—what was so wrong about that?
Why was this guy picking on him?!
If he weren't trying to maintain the dignity of an Asgardian prince, he might have just cried on the spot.
This was too bullying!
Where did this monster even come from?!
(End of Chapter)
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