"Oh? I heard some newcomers had arrived?"
At that moment, a passage above the basement opened, and a flippant voice rang out as a figure jumped down.
It was another Loki, dressed very formally, with an arrogant expression on his face.
As he arrived, a group of people gradually entered the basement behind him. They came in all sorts of strange shapes and outfits, but they all had either horned or antlered headpieces.
Clearly, this bizarre group consisted of Lokis from different timelines...
The Loki standing behind Chen Mu looked even worse.
Fine, he had thought one old man, one kid, one Black Loki, and a crocodile were bad enough. But now, more than a dozen, perhaps twenty different timeline "Lokis" had been crammed into this tiny basement. Not a single one of them looked normal, dealing Loki himself yet another devastating blow.
If it had only been Sylvie, he could have accepted it. Though she was a woman, she was at least a "beauty." But now, this whole bunch of ugly, misshapen "Lokis" had suddenly appeared, and Loki felt completely miserable.
"I am President Loki. Since everyone here is a Loki, we can form a Loki Alliance, build an Asgard in Knowhere, and survive better in this hellhole."
President Loki looked lofty and arrogant as he declared, "Without question, I am the most suitable candidate to be king."
President Loki's calculations were obvious to everyone.
He just wanted to be king. Did he really need to say so much?
Everyone present was a Loki. Who did not know exactly what the others were like?
"Roar!"
Well, it was Crocodile Loki again. As an animal, he did not share the other Lokis' convoluted schemes. Hearing President Loki's words, he became extremely displeased and roared again to voice his dissatisfaction.
"Whose