He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

Odin stood up, exuding a terrifying aura, and said in a deep voice, "Frost Giant!"

After saying that, he took the lead and walked towards the armory.

Thor and Loki followed behind, one on the left and one on the right.

Along the way, Odin dismissed the guards, leaving only Thor and Loki, and said, "Thor, Loki, do you remember what I said to you in the armory when you were little?"

Why bring this up now?

Thor was baffled.

Loki said the same thing, but still said, "My father said that only one of us can be king in the end."

"Wrong, it's the next sentence."

"The next sentence?"

Thor looked puzzled.

Odin couldn't help but sigh.

His son looked so much like him when he was young, almost exactly the same.

But that's not good.

Only he himself knows how much he suffered when he was young.

"We were both born to be kings!"

Loki pondered for a moment before speaking.

Odin stopped and turned to look at Loki.

Loki didn't understand what Odin meant and stood there stunned in surprise.

"Father?"

"nothing."

Odin snapped out of his reverie, smiled, and walked ahead again, saying as he went, "You're right. Although only one of you will eventually become the king of Asgard, you are both born to be kings. Always remember that."

"What do you mean?"

Thor was even more confused.

When I was young, I didn't understand things, so I didn't think deeply about them.

But now that I'm older, when I think about it carefully, I just can't understand it at all.

After a moment of contemplation, Loki tentatively asked, "Does Father mean that the throne is just a position, and it doesn't matter which of us brothers sits on it, but the real king is actually both of us?"

"How can there be two kings?"

Thor said with dissatisfaction, "According to your logic, we are all children of the Allfather, and there should be three true kings, no, there should also be a mother, it should be..."

"Shut up!"

Odin roared loudly, his forehead veins bulging.

Thor instinctively shut his mouth.

But the next second, Zhang Kai spoke up, blaming, "I told you we couldn't calculate it like that. If we calculate it like that, it'll be a mess."

Odin couldn't help but sigh deeply.

But in the end, he said nothing and walked silently toward the armory, though his worries only grew stronger.

My own foolish son.

His temperament is very similar to his when he was young, except that his intelligence is quite different.

Recalling the changes he had sensed the night before last, and the threads of fate converging on Thor and Loki, he couldn't help but worry.

Catastrophe is imminent.

His two sons, however, were destined to be at the center of the catastrophe.

One wrong step and you'll fall into the abyss.

No, if this continues, Thor is probably doomed.

He needs to be given experience and grow.

Odin made up his mind and began to think about how to trick his son.

As for Loki...

If Loki could share some of his composure with his brother, then Loki, the Allfather, wouldn't have to worry so much.

……

Manhattan.

Police station, detention center.

"You only have ten minutes for visiting."

After giving the middle-aged man some instructions, a policeman left the visiting room.

The middle-aged man sat down by the window.

Shortly after, Strange Stephen was brought over by the police.

He looked at the middle-aged man outside the window, completely bewildered.

He didn't know this person at all.

The middle-aged man picked up the phone and gestured for Strange to answer it.

Stephen was puzzled, but he still picked up the phone.

He also wanted to know what this stranger wanted from him.

How many times have you thrown up today?

The moment the microphone was placed to my ear, a sinister voice came through. It wasn't a human voice at all; it was like the howling wind in a dark alley.

Strange was startled and dropped the microphone.

Strangely, the police officers monitoring the area seemed oblivious to the situation and continued with their work.

"Don't be afraid."

The sound rang in my ears.

Strange was startled again and turned around to see that the middle-aged man had appeared beside him at some point.

He looked around in a panic.

The police continued doing their work as if nothing had happened.

"This is a mirror space, a parallel yet mutually exclusive magical world that no one else can see or hear," the middle-aged man said calmly.

"A magical world?!"

Strange's eyes widened in disbelief. "How could something like that be..."

"You don't believe the magic is happening right before your eyes?"

"No, no, no, it's just that it's a little hard to accept all of a sudden."

"Understandable."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, then introduced himself: "My name is Casillas, and I am the leader of a dark magic cult."

"Black, black magic..."

A flicker of fear crossed Strange's eyes.

Although it was fleeting and he tried to act nonchalant, he was clearly not a qualified actor and was immediately exposed.

Casillas looked at him with a half-smile and said, "We're all modern people now, do you really believe in those bullshit powers that have a distinction between evil and good?"

"This……"

Strange looked hesitant.

Although he didn't know anything about magic, whenever a book mentioned black magic, whether it was a hoax or a deception, black magic was defined as an evil force.

But to be honest, power is power.

What power can be used for depends entirely on the user; it has nothing to do with the power itself.

Defining power as good or evil is rather uncomfortable.

Thinking of this, Strange nodded slightly, no longer so afraid.

But deep down, a sense of vigilance remained.

Chapter 227 Trial Grounds

Perhaps power truly has no distinction between good and evil, but people do.

The reputation of dark magic is widespread, and the infamy of dark wizards is even more legendary... This strange dark wizard has suddenly come knocking on my door, there must be something he wants, and Strange cannot afford to be careless.

He eyed Casillas warily for a moment, then asked, "So, you need something from me?"

There's something I really need to confirm.

"what's up?"

How many times have you thrown up today?

"???"

Strange looked completely bewildered.

Casillas laughed and said, "Don't you dare say you didn't throw up!"

"This one……"

Strange hesitated.

There's nothing wrong with it.