I Am Worthy of This Gift

Shen Mo was watching Loki.

He felt somewhat helpless as he watched this scene unfold.

This was why he had not let Loki open a chest. The second prince of Asgard still had the mindset of a princess. Although he had ambition and desire, what he wanted even more was not something for himself, but recognition.

Recognition from his father, recognition from his mother, and even recognition from his elder brother.

If he let him open a chest now,

then after gaining recognition, he would become empty, lose himself, and start acting like a salted fish.

That was entirely possible.

Only when he truly understood that what he wanted was what he himself wanted, that it had nothing to do with other people's attitudes—or rather, when he understood that no matter how others viewed him, he would still fight only for himself—would he be qualified to open a chest.

It sounded as though a child had finally grown into a mature adult.

Seeing Loki grow more and more dejected, Shen Mo hesitated over whether he should give him a reminder.

In the end,

he still appeared.

After all, this was also a business deal.

Shen Mo's figure appeared in front of Loki just like that. Loki raised his head and widened his eyes, staring in astonishment at the god emerging from the gentle radiance, seemingly unable to believe it.

But very soon, his astonishment turned into wild joy.

"You've finally come." Loki could not even conceal his delight.

Because as long as he received a Gift, he would be able to gain everyone's recognition.

He would be able to prove himself before everyone.

"Do you know why I came?" Shen Mo asked softly.

"I understand." Loki stood up and bowed with delight and elegance. "You saw my ability, my talent,