Abuse, Inspiration (1/5)

Wang Yan's body turned into particles and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Magneto Erik waited a moment before asking, "Is he... still in this world?"

Charles closed his eyes, seemingly searching for Wang Yan's whereabouts.

After a long pause, he opened his eyes helplessly and sighed, "He's everywhere."

He thought he had made some progress since becoming Reincarnator, but everything about Wang Yan was like a flower in a mirror or the Suigetsu, becoming increasingly unclear.

"I have come here to seek your help."

Erik explained his purpose and shared the mission with Charles, forming a temporary two-person team with him.

"This mission is quite interesting."

A strange smile appeared on Charles's face, "Didn't you drug them?"

Although it was only a day for him, Erik's seventy-plus years had been incredibly real.

He had just returned to the Marvel Plane when he learned a lot about his old friend.

The other party particularly favored using chemical drugs to control people's minds.

"I've used it."

Erik seemed a little embarrassed and said awkwardly, "The effects of drugs have their limits; their resistance is very strong."

"You know, I can't give them the addictive kind..."

"It can easily turn a person into a useless person."

Magneto is probably the most qualified man to discuss this topic in the entire Marvel Plane.

Under his interference and influence, the Federation turned six generations of rebels into drug addicts.

He knew better than anyone just how useless those people were.

"I understand, that's why you've come to seek my opinion."

Charles smiled and said gently, "Why not try to influence them with 'love'?"

"Like?"

Magneto blinked, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears.

But his old friend just nodded.

"Back in the Main God Space, a senior Reincarnator named Orochimaru once said, 'Love' is one of the most powerful forces in the Infinite Planes. As long as there is 'love,' even Human Demon who is an anti-human can be easily redeemed."

Charles wasn't joking; his expression gradually turned serious. "I've looked at Wanda and Pietro's files. They lacked fatherly love from a young age. You can use a role similar to a 'father' to influence them with affection."

Upon hearing this, Magneto felt that Charles's words made a lot of sense and that it was definitely worth trying.

What are the specific operating procedures?

He had his own set of rules, and Charles didn't even need to twist Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver's Mind Stone.

"My Lord Jashin, Magneto Erik of the think tank has asked us to provide three actors in Immersion Pod and a script director who is 'without spiritual energy and only knows how to follow procedures'."

The assistant's voice rang in Loki's ears.

He waved his hand impatiently. "Don't bother me with such trivial matters."

"So... should we agree or not?"

The assistant asked timidly.

Loki grabbed the other man's collar with one hand.

His eyes widened, and pointing to his face with one finger, he hysterically demanded, "Look at this face, what's your answer?"

"Yes... I agree!"

The assistant, despite being treated roughly, showed no displeasure whatsoever; instead, a strange sense of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"Very good, it seems your moldy brain, soaked in sulfuric acid, isn't so stupid as to be suffocating."

Loki waved his hand, shooing away all the actors, fans, and assistants who had gathered around him.

I don't know if it's just my imagination.

He felt surrounded by psychopaths, and he felt uncomfortable if he wasn't scolded a few times every day.

"Inspiration, I need inspiration!"

Loki scratched his head, feeling that his hairline seemed to have receded even further.

However, there is no need to worry about such a trivial matter.

What truly troubled him was the lack of inspiration!

More than seventy years have passed, Loki feels that his works have become seriously homogenized.

Although his scripts and films have consistently received good reviews and positive audience feedback, he himself is very dissatisfied!

He needs more experience to become an inexhaustible source of inspiration!

Sometimes, Loki envied his muscle-bound brother, who could make ignorant women cheer and scream all he had to do was play video games mindlessly and show off his muscles.

Unlike myself, who has to personally kill off a large number of brain cells every day.

He even heard that recently several game developers have been creating games specifically for that idiot Thor...

Snort.

Loki wasn't jealous at all!

Everyone has their own expertise, and in the field of screenwriting and directing, he is the best!

And he will always be this good!

When Loki came to his senses, he found himself already outside the studio.

The sounds of people talking kept reaching my ears.

"Today, there's a live hunting competition between God Eater Steve Rogers and Wolverine Logan on the surface world!"

"Really? I've been catching up on anime at home for the past two months and haven't been watching the news much. I absolutely love them both!"

"Compared to Logan and Steve, I prefer the God of War, Thor Kratos. That's a true iron-blooded man!"

"If I remember correctly, Thor's last name is Odinson, isn't it?"

"Huh? Odinson, that surname sounds familiar..."

"Could that game streamer and the Lord Jashin be from the same clan?"

"My God! Lord Jashin! You actually came out shopping in person! Can I get your autograph?"

Loki felt a chill run down his spine as he watched the swarm of fans and admirers approaching. He used a magical trick to minimize his presence.

A person walks down the street, and no one notices their presence.

This feeling is absolutely wonderful!

Loki's thoughts continued to wander.

What will happen if this state of being ignored continues?

A whole new inspiration came to mind.

He took out his notebook and began to write rapidly.

Loki scribbled down inspirational phrases that only he could understand. "Useless, time-traveling cat, stone hat, bamboo dragonfly, Anywhere door..."

Hey! Loki! Long time no see!

A calloused hand patted his shoulder, interrupting the Evil God's inspiration.

The same formula, the same routine.

There is no one else who can see through my disguise 100% of the time.

Loki knew who it was without even looking up.

His foolish brother, Thor Odinson!

"Hehe."

Loki smiled broadly, but inwardly he was furious.

haven't seen you for a long time?

This bastard ate all the food he had stored up last night, and he still has the nerve to say such things!

"What's wrong with you? Did writing scripts make you stupid? Go out more often and get some fresh air; it's good for your health."

As Thor spoke, he flexed his right arm and showed off his biceps.

He had his arm around the waist of a blonde fan, showing off their affection.

Loki, who had just been force-fed dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), just wanted to beat him to death.

"Hello, my name is Jane Foster. I often hear Thor mention you..."

The fangirl, with Thor's arm around her waist, acted with composure and without the slightest bit of shyness.

Loki looked at her expressionlessly and didn't hesitate to expose his brother's flaws. "I think you two definitely won't end up together. When it comes to sleeping with fans, once you start, you'll start again. You have a lot of rivals. And you should know that his real age is older than your grandfather."

Thor stared blankly, about to say something, when his personal terminal started beeping incessantly.

He looked down...

A message from Asgard.

Another 5 AM update today! Okay!

He worked very hard!

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