Reality Stone, Hooked

After finishing his tea, Richard put away the two empty teacups from the tea table and asked very straightforwardly, "Spit it out, what's your purpose in coming to see me?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Loki.

Given this fellow's bone-deep coveting of the Asgardian throne, he laid down some preemptive groundwork.

"If you want me to help you ascend to the throne of Asgard, save your breath!"

"Right now, Hela is the one ruling Asgard."

Loki straightened his back and laughed with carefree abandon. "Don't you worry, Sorcerer Supreme's brother-in-law, I'm temporarily not interested in Asgard..."

"I've come to see you this time for a cooperation!"

Hearing this, Richard raised an eyebrow and asked, "Cooperation? What kind of cooperation?"

Loki's expression turned solemn, and he furrowed his brow as he said, "A long time ago, I was targeted by an unfamiliar dimensional deity named the Lord of Evil Spirits..."

The Lord of Evil Spirits?!

Upon hearing this name, Richard's expression became somewhat peculiar.

Could the Lord of Evil Spirits that Loki spoke of be none other than that unlucky clone he had just captured?!

At this moment, all of Loki's focus was concentrated on the Lord of Evil Spirits—a massive threat in his eyes—and he failed to notice the change in Richard's expression.

He continued, "The most important thing is that this Lord of Evil Spirits hasn't just targeted me; he has also targeted Midgard!"

Saying this, he raised his eyes to observe Richard's expression, but only saw a completely expressionless face.

Richard nodded at him, signaling for Loki to continue.

A flash of disappointment crossed Loki's eyes, and he had no choice but to press on. "The methods of this Lord of Evil Spirits are bizarre. He quietly planted a Spirit Mark deep within my soul, using it