Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

Basically, most prominent people in the multidimensional world and the depths of the universe already know about Matthew.

Mephisto was one of those who were intimidated.

There's a touch of cleverness, but the malice is completely gone.

Wang and Mordo knew something about this, and since the Ancient One had said so, they were slightly surprised but stopped paying attention.

Matthew, who lived inside the Temple of Dark Magic, was unaware of what was happening outside.

He remained immersed in the ocean of knowledge about dark magic.

The vast amount of knowledge was slowly recorded, digested, and transformed into nutrients and imprints, which were greedily absorbed, digested, and decomposed by the imperial power within his body.

The complete life cycle built within the body begins to operate.

Every cell, every bone, muscle, and every blood vessel is like a meat grinder, rumbling and relentlessly tearing and devouring this knowledge.

The Emperor's power, which was starving and eager for nourishment, even showed signs of joy.

This means the food is delicious and you can have more.

Matthew's life level is also gradually evolving, and the power of the Emperor is also nourishing his physique, completely and perfectly stimulating the potential accumulated in his body.

His current physique can no longer be described simply as Charlotte Linlin's Iron Balloon physique.

This constitution has already undergone numerous transformations, reaching a completely new state.

A unique physique that belongs only to him.

Even without cultivation, his physique will grow rapidly.

Combined with the Emperor's Power, the Emperor's Power increases every second over time, similar to the Odin's Power, but at the same time it increases, it also nourishes the body, making the body stronger.

The increased strength of his body led to an accelerated growth of his imperial power, which repeated itself, with his left foot stepping on his right foot and ascending to heaven on the spot.

Matthew believed that in a hundred years, in just a hundred years, he would surpass Odin and reach a level above God the Father without doing anything.

Of course, a hundred years is a long time for Matthew.

After an unknown amount of time, Matthew completely absorbed the vast ocean of black magic, and the previously still snow began to fall again.

Everything seemed to have returned to calm.

The four guardians left behind by the god of dark magic, Sithon, were struggling, but as Matthew gradually digested the dark magic, they seemed to sense the shared aura and stopped struggling.

Instead, they just stood there in place.

Matthew slowly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with a mixture of red and golden light, which was eventually completely bathed in golden hues.

The silent, terrifying atmosphere gradually subsided.

He slightly turned his head, without making any visible movement, and the prison woven from the Conqueror's Haki that bound the four guardians dissipated.

The guardians retreated to their original positions and turned into statues.

Chapter 441 Loki, the God of Tricks Who Gets Beaten Up Every Day (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Matthew raised an eyebrow at this.

If it were the little witch who came here now, these four monsters would definitely not just remain calm, but would kneel down.

Because their identities and powers originate from different sources.

Matthew absorbed all the knowledge of dark magic, though he didn't fully learn and understand it, but rather recorded a large portion of it.

But this also gave him an aura and mark of dark magic.

From the perspective of the guardians left behind by Sithon, Matthew was one of their own.

There's no need to attack our own people.

The little witches who possess chaos magic are the masters, and they must obey the Scarlet Witch's will.

Matthew doesn't care about these formalities.

He turned and took a step back. The world before him seemed to zoom out and shrink. With one step, he left the Dark Arts Temple and stood in front of the Ancient One.

Neither Wang nor Mordo could even clearly see how Matthew appeared.

Only Gu Yi understood.

I could even feel it.

But she sensed it, and it stirred something within her.

Because the Ancient One had already realized that Matthew had become even more unfathomable, and even she could no longer perceive the extent to which Matthew had reached.

"Emperor!!"

"Emperor!!"

When Wang and Mordo saw Matthew before them, they instinctively saluted him respectfully and humbly. This reaction perfectly illustrated the shift in their identities and mindsets.

A person's subconscious often represents their truest inner thoughts.

Wang still used the traditional Kamar-Taj sorcerer's ritual, while Mordo used the Grey Knight's signature ritual, signifying Mordo's deep acceptance of his new identity.

However, Mordo was unaware of this.

Matthew glanced at it briefly, noticed the detail but said nothing, instead raising his hand to straighten Wang and Mordo.

"You are welcome."

"Mephisto?"

Matthew looked at the Ancient One.

Gu Yi glanced at the spot and saw that Mephisto had disappeared. She smiled slightly and said, "Ah, he's much more polite now than before."

Matthew chuckled to himself.

Only the Ancient One would say that about Mephisto.

"This trip seems to have been very fruitful."

The Ancient One skipped over the topic of Mephisto and was more interested in Matthew now.

Matthew didn't hide anything from the Ancient One.

Raise your hand.

A bright burst of energy appeared in his palm.

The energy appeared as an eerie blackish-purple, flowing as if it were alive—evil, strange, and decaying, yet it also revealed a vibrant vitality.

This extreme contradiction and contrast caused Mordo and Wangdu to feel slightly unwell, even a little dizzy.

"So you've reached this level. Congratulations. It seems you're not far from Odin. Tsk." Ancient One clicked her tongue in amazement.

She saw more details in it.

It was a kind of life and death, light and darkness, two contradictions that could be perfectly integrated together.

It is chaos, and it is also reincarnation.

This is remarkable; it represents a significant step forward for Matthew on the level of the Father.

And it's a huge step.

It seems that a higher level has been reached, meaning that Matthew's path forward has been fully paved, and he does not need to accumulate or settle for more time like Mephisto and other Godfathers.

Matthew only needs to move forward; he won't encounter any thresholds or barriers.

“However, there are still some hooks to digest, otherwise it’s easy to have indigestion,” Matthew said with a hint of deeper meaning.

Gu Yi understood, a smile on his face.

"I'm sure that person would be very angry if they found out."

Matthew laughed heartily.

.......

Helheim, the underworld.

Loki was now both angry and delighted.

Because his sister, Hela, who constantly belittles and mocks him, is teaching him.

However, the sarcasm and insults were somewhat harsh.

"Ha, lowly bloodline, you actually have to teach these things."

“You stupid brother, you’re so stupid that I want to kill you. I’m starting to doubt whether you’re even qualified to be an executioner.”

"Abandon your foolish deceptive magic; it's nothing but self-deception."

"My damned father really does favor your brother more. Look at what he's taught you!"

They not only insulted him, but also took the opportunity to insult his father, Odin.

Well, I'm actually a little pleased with myself.

While teaching him magic, he also had to take a beating—yes, Hela really did beat him up.

Beat them mercilessly.

He could die if he's not careful.

In just a few days, Loki has brushed with death at least a dozen times, and crucially, he hasn't had much time to rest.

boom! !

Emerald green light and shadow swirled around Loki's figure, causing him to slam into the ground like a cannonball, and Loki suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The muddy, foul-smelling stream flowed over him, and he slowly sat up.

The next second, a thick-soled foot stepped on his head and crushed him into the stream. Loki tried to struggle, but the foot was too strong. In the end, Loki seemed to be enraged.

His pupils glowed with an eerie crimson.

A terrifying burst of freezing air erupted from him, freezing everything within a radius of several thousand meters, with endless ice spikes spreading across the ground in an instant.

Loki unleashed astonishing power.

He did not reject his own bloodline; in fact, he brought out the talents that his race inherently possessed, making them one of the combat methods he mastered.

Without a doubt, he grew very quickly in just a few days.

The battles between life and death, as well as the teachings in magic, were the impetus for his growth.

No matter how fast he grew up, he still couldn't do anything to his older sister, Hela.

The foot pressing down on his head showed no sign of weakening.

Is it humiliating?

Of course it was humiliating, but Loki was helpless. Besides, Loki knew very well that the humiliation he was in was nothing at all.

He cares about growing stronger.

As long as there's something to gain, so be it; a little humiliation is fine, Loki thought to himself with a sense of helplessness.

The foot stomped on Loki's head a few times before being withdrawn.

Loki managed to sit up, and as he did so, he shattered the ice covering his body and the surface of the stream, revealing a vast expanse of white.

Those towering ice spikes, hundreds or even thousands of meters high, rose and fell, all his masterpieces.

Standing before him was Hela, who still wore an arrogant and conceited expression.

Hela was still wearing that dark green robe and cloak, one hand on her hip, staring at Loki with an expression that said, "You lowly, stupid brother."

However, the verbal evaluations actually improved somewhat.

"That's not bad, at least it shows you still have some value."

"This is all thanks to the teachings of the great Goddess of Death."

Having spent the last few days with this woman, Loki had a general understanding of her personality, so he smoothly showered her with flattery.

Sure enough, Hela laughed.