As everyone knew.
People were born with different constitutions.
Heaven had made us all for a purpose.
Some were useless trash, yet could glow and give off heat once burned.
Some were geniuses, able to have everything they desired.
Therefore.
Even though they were both Loki, both Asgard's second princes, both self-proclaimed Number One Mages of the Nine Realms.
There was ultimately an unimaginable gap between beasts of burden and those born in Rome—a fundamental difference in standing...
Right now.
On a desolate planet.
The Loki standing before Agent Mobius was different from the beast-of-burden-tier Lokis Agent Mobius had known in the past...
As a Loki who had crossed the World Barrier alone and successfully arrived here.
Or rather, a Loki who had come from another Marvel World—the so-called Comic Book Marvel World—to this Live-Action Marvel World.
The power he possessed.
Was something ordinary people could not imagine...
There was a fatal, version-level gap between him and the beast-of-burden-tier Live-Action Version Loki...
Facing those Time Guards who wanted to come and shackle him with their special equipment.
The signature fake smile on Loki's face vanished in an instant.
His expression turned venomous and furious.
He no longer carried himself with a god's reserve.
"...Mortals, I have to say, your rudeness and ignorance have made me a little angry."
"As one who roamed freely across the Nine Realms."
"Even those decrepit Cosmic Elders would not dare show me such disrespect..."
Yet those Time Guards paid no heed to his words at all.
In their eyes, with the various cutting-edge devices they carried and their ability to forcibly disrupt all kinds of Supernatural Power.
What could a mere Loki who only knew a few illusion tricks possibly do?
As a close-combat mage, try to run up and stab them in the kidneys?