Level 2 Storage Cabinet?
Loki understood perfectly what a storage cabinet of that level meant. Anything thrown into one was either powerful enough to affect a Star-level target or possessed some miraculous function.
For example, transforming an entire planet into a certain environment and overwriting its rules.
It might not compare to the items stored in higher-level cabinets, but equipment of this level was undoubtedly more than enough for this matter. Even within the Energy Bank, only a tiny handful of monsters could ignore equipment of this level.
"Tell me more." Loki gave Betsy a smile brimming with curiosity. The smile made Betsy quietly take two steps back, putting a little distance between herself and Loki. Whenever Loki wore that smile, he was usually planning something rather unethical. Betsy's instincts picked up on it with remarkable sensitivity.
"What is there to say? Don't tell me you've never looked at the spoils from Azeroth in the Collection Room?" Betsy shot him a strange look.
"Which type of spoils are you referring to?" Loki thought about it. He had indeed visited Luke's Collection Room and seen the items originating from the world called Azeroth. But there were so many of them. How was he supposed to know what to compare it with?
"Those adorable pets. Let me think, what were they called in their own world? Old Gods? Right, that was the name." Betsy frowned as she thought, then suddenly blurted it out as if she had remembered something.
The smile froze on Loki's face.
Adorable? Pets? Old Gods?
Thinking of those hideous monsters from his memories—creatures whose mere recollection seemed to bring faint whispers to his ears—Loki hurriedly shook his head. He had always known Betsy's taste was unexpectedly strange, though he had no idea whom she had inherited it from.