Dark Future

"Deathstroke? Aren't you going to speak up for me? Maybe ask your cruel dictator friend to give me a chance?"

Loki sat on the ground without any intention of leaving. Instead, he turned to Su Ming, who was watching the show from the side, for help.

Su Ming had been admiring the lingering glow of the magic. Doom's fighting style was like a humanoid artillery platform—no restraining or defensive spells at all, just picking suitable offensive magic and hurling it out in a relentless barrage.

In any case, the cost was practically nonexistent. Even if he cast powerful magic continuously, it placed no burden on him.

"What does this have to do with me? We're not close."

Whoever wanted to believe Loki's nonsense was free to do so. Su Ming had no intention of getting involved.

"I'm very familiar with everyone in the Wilson family. I just can't prove it right now. But you're Master Tactician—you can think it through yourself. If you want to deal with my past self, who could be more suitable than me? No matter what preparations you've made, please don't repeat history."

Su Ming's thoughts stirred. Repeat history?

"You mean the Loki of the past was originally defeated by Doom? Is that why you're like this today?"

Loki sighed. He stood up, dusted off his backside, and picked up the flaming skull again.

"In my memories, Doom defeated me, you defeated Odin, Magik ambushed Mephisto once, and Hamill held back Master Karu. Odin and Ancient One made a deal. My memories were sealed away, and I was artificially molded into the original Loki."

"Lies! If your memories were sealed, Doom does not believe you could escape the powers of Ancient One and Odin. You should know nothing right now."

Doctor Doom immediately pointed out the