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Chapter 190 The Transition of Power in Asgard

Asgard, the capital city.

Odin, the king of the gods, sat on his golden throne, leaning on his scepter with one hand, his single eye gazing down the steps at his most beloved son.

He looked at Thor for a long time, and finally sighed.

"I have two sons in my life. One is obsessed with the throne to the point of madness, while the other has absolutely no interest in the throne." He paused, as if seriously reflecting on something.

"Is there a problem with my parenting style, or—"

Before he could finish speaking, a subtle chill silently seeped out from the room behind his throne.

Odin immediately shut his mouth.

Frigga was standing behind that door, listening quietly.

Odin turned his gaze back to Thor.

He saw the determination in his son's eyes and understood that the other man had made up his mind.

But he wasn't giving up and pressed on, asking, "Are you really planning to go to Earth?"

Thor looked at his father, whose hair was completely white and whose speech was somewhat broken.

This invasion by the dark elves made him realize that his father was truly getting old.

The golden light that once illuminated the entire royal city in an instant can no longer regularly envelop Asgard.

He spoke with a serious expression: "Father, I was raised to fight, and my personality is too reckless."

In contrast, Loki learned more from his mother, how to manage a country, and how to see through people's hearts.

I used to think that all I needed to do was rush in and kill all the enemies.

But after going to Earth and meeting those people, I truly realized that I could only be a general charging into battle.

I am incapable of being the God-King who governs the Nine Realms.

He paused for a moment, then looked directly into his father's eyes and said everything in one breath.

"I don't want to force myself to sit on the throne and listen to endless reports every day."

Father, rest assured, I will still fulfill my duties as a prince of Asgard, abide by the ancient covenant, and protect the Nine Realms.

But I want to go to Earth and live with the woman I love.

Thor's experiences on Earth during this time gave him an insight he had never had before.

He saw how Li En was the mayor; his office was always piled with thousands of documents, which he had to stamp one by one every day.

Problems never stop, troubles are always being dealt with, over and over again, without end.

That's what a manager really needs to face.

Thor looked at Li En's desk and immediately saw his future after becoming the God King.

He didn't want to live that kind of life.

He wanted more freedom.

Especially when he's with the woman he loves.

So he decided to lay everything out in front of his father here.

And there's one more thing.

He witnessed Loki rush back to his room the moment he heard that his mother was in danger.

In that instant, Thor suddenly understood—Loki was still his brother, from beginning to end.

All those crazy things, in the end, were all for that throne.

So if he gives up becoming the God King, he can not only return to Earth and live with the woman he loves, but also find his younger brother again.

This looks like a great deal.

Odin's single eye silently saw through all the thoughts in Thor's mind.

He sighed again, his voice tinged with an indescribable weariness: "So you're going to step down from the throne of the God-King, is that right?"

Thor suddenly laughed.

He turned to the side, looking towards the gate, and said to the shadow beside the pillar, "From beginning to end, there has only been one person most suitable to become the King of Gods—my brother, Loki."

A flash of green light appeared behind the pillar.

Loki emerged from the shadows.

His expression was extremely cold. He walked step by step to Thor and stood still. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words: "I don't need your charity."

"This is not charity, Loki." Thor looked down at him, his tone calm and serious.

"As I just said, I am not suited to be king, but you have been suited since childhood."

Although you always play pranks, you are also better than me at perceiving what people truly need and at capturing their emotional changes.

The reason your pranks succeed time and time again is because you're better at observing the people around you than anyone else, isn't it?

He reached out and patted Loki hard on the shoulder.

"This is not charity; it is the best answer I have come up with after careful consideration."

"You're in charge of Asgard. I trust you. You'll definitely protect them, won't you?"

Loki's expression changed several times.

Finally, he simply snorted coldly, "Of course I will be the best king."

He raised his hand to slap Thor's hand off his shoulder, turned around, and strode down the steps.

Then he knelt on one knee, raised his head, and looked intently at Odin, the king of the gods, on the throne.

"Father. I want to be king."

Upon hearing the word "father" genuinely uttered by Loki, Odin's aged face suddenly broke into a smile.

That was a smile of extreme satisfaction.

Then, he tilted his head back and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect to be this happy."

From the shadows behind her, Frigga slowly emerged, stood beside Odin, and gently took her husband's hand, a faint smile playing on her lips: "This kind of future isn't so bad, is it?"

"That's right, I really didn't expect it to turn out like this. It's actually pretty good."

The elderly couple's back-and-forth left the two brothers in the audience looking at each other in bewilderment.

Thor and Loki exchanged a glance, their faces filled with confusion.

They had no idea what their parents were happy about.

Odin, the king of the gods, and Frigga, the queen of the gods, smiled at each other. Then Frigga helped Odin down the steps one by one until they reached Loki.

She reached out her hands and carefully removed the crown from Odin's head, a crown that symbolized his position as the king of the gods.

Then she bent down slightly and placed the crown steadily on Loki's head.

"Stand up, my child."

Loki slowly rose to his feet.

His pupils trembled incessantly in their sockets as he stared at his father and mother, unable to utter a single word.

Odin held the scepter horizontally, stretched out his arm, and placed it in Loki's arms.

"From this day forward, you are the King of Asgard."

He finished speaking the sentence, word by word.

Every word seemed to pierce Loki's heart.

From childhood to adulthood, there was only one thing he longed for most—the approval of his father Odin and his mother Frigga.

Even after he learned that he was not their biological child, he still wanted to become the king of Asgard to prove himself.

He even betrayed his true race, the Frost Giants, for this.

He gripped the scepter of God with trembling hands, and under the watchful eyes of his parents and brother, he climbed the steps one by one, walked to the throne, turned around, and stood still.

He raised the scepter high and announced in a loud voice.

"I am Odinson Loki, King of Asgard."

The Asgardian royal guards around him called out his name at the same time.

This time there was no coup, no trickery, and not a single illusionary spell was secretly operating in the shadows.

This is a true transfer of power.

Their current king is Loki.

The coronation ceremony was not complicated, and the transfer of power proceeded exceptionally smoothly.

After the brief ceremony, Loki immediately threw himself into the restoration work of Asgard.

The former God-King and God-Queen made a request that even Thor found somewhat unexpected.

They wanted to go on vacation to Earth with him.

The family of three crossed the Rainbow Bridge and arrived in New York.