Loki: The Man Who Would Restore Asgard

Loki, reeking of flamboyance from head to toe despite his bruised and swollen face, arrived on the desolate planet aboard a starship.

With sinister, devious eyes, he looked down condescendingly at the planet beneath his feet. His hands casually twirled daggers as no one knew what schemes filled that head of his.

"Asgard will not start a war for you." The female warrior Sif piloted the ship herself, her expression grim.

"Don't worry. I won't drag Asgard into a war. The Asgardian Race can no longer endure major losses."

Loki's gaze flickered as he gave the wary Sif a strange smile. "Trust me, Sif. More than anyone, I want the Asgardian Race to rise again..."

"As long as you don't make us more enemies, you'll already be making a tremendous contribution to the race's revival! Right now, Thor is the only one we have worth showing off. The rest of us, you and me included, are hardly significant!" Sif cut him off with a cold snort.

"Isn't there also Hela?"

Loki rubbed his chin, his fingers unconsciously brushing over a bruise as lingering fear filled his face.

Sif's expression darkened. "Shut up! That crazy woman is so twisted and evil. Rather than Thor's sister, she's more like your sister! You two are exactly alike!"

Loki said nothing.

Whenever his nominal older sister Hela was mentioned, even someone as resolute as Loki could only shed bitter tears.

Back then, All-Father Odin had been slain by Tian Jin Weng Xing. The immense divine power he had accumulated over thousands of years was completely devoured by Tian Jin Weng Xing, and he fell in tragedy.

Ninety percent of the Asgardian Race's population had been wiped out in that battle. Tian Jin Weng Xing swallowed them all as an after-dinner snack, even casually destroying