I became a weirdo in Marvel

The light flashed and Loki's heart trembled suddenly. He looked carefully and found that the man in black robe had disappeared, as if he was swallowed up by endless darkness.

Instead, there was a huge, hot, blinding ball of light, as bright as the sun, radiant and shining directly into his eyes.

A series of information flooded into his mind like a tide, making it difficult for him to bear it for a moment.

"The main god space? Go to another world to carry out a mission? The points obtained can be exchanged for various precious things or strength enhancement?" Loki's heart was filled with huge waves.

These messages kept echoing in his mind, as if telling him of endless possibilities.

As his understanding deepened, the uneasiness on Loki's face gradually faded, replaced by a bright smile.

His eyes sparkled with excitement and a long-lost confidence surged in his heart.

All along, he had been ravaged by Thor due to his lack of strength, and was often beaten badly by his brother's fists.

Now, the opportunity has finally arrived. If fists can solve everything, why should he waste his brain cells thinking about those conspiracies and tricks?
"This is my chance!" Loki secretly swore in his heart, determined not to be the one who was bullied anymore.

With a determined gleam in his eyes, he set out directly on the journey to infinity.

In the first world, he came to the world of The Lord of the Rings.

It is a place full of magic and conspiracy, and the struggle between darkness and light is like an eternal cycle.

Loki disguised himself as a mysterious traveler, sneaked up on the white-robed wizard Gandalf, and secretly observed his every move.

On a windy and moonless night, he took the opportunity to stab Gandalf in the back and took the One Ring from a Hobbit.

At that moment, he felt supreme pleasure, as if he had become the master of this land.

Afterwards, he plotted against the dark lord Sauron and became the ruler of the world, with endless power and wealth in his pocket.

In the second world, he came to the world of Transformers.

In this place full of machines and wars, Loki is like a director who controls fate. He sows discord and causes a fierce struggle between the two major factions of Transformers.

He navigated the flames of war with ease, taking advantage of the opportunity to snatch away the fire and destroy this once prosperous world.

Looking at the mess, Loki's heart was filled with pleasure, as if he was cheering for his own strength.

In the third world, his adventure continues.
As time went on, Loki's strength grew, and he became more and more invincible.

In the blink of an eye, ten years passed, and Loki left the main god space and returned to reality.

After experiencing dozens of reincarnations, he has become the strongest person in the main god space and possesses unparalleled power.

Together with others, he broke through the main god space and gained freedom.

Then he came to Asgard, and facing his former father Odin, Loki challenged him without hesitation.

In that battle, Loki came like a storm, easily defeated Odin, and severely humiliated Thor.

Looking at the shock and anger on Thor's face, Loki was secretly proud in his heart, as if everything was destined.

"Hahaha, see? I am the strongest!" Loki sat on the throne, looking down at the respectful gods below, feeling the relief in Odin's light, and feeling extremely comfortable in his heart.

His laughter shook the entire palace like thunder and echoed in the hearts of every god.

However, just as he was immersed in the joy of victory, Thor's voice rang in his ears, breaking the silence.

"Hey, wake up, Loki! Wake up quickly!" The voice was like a thorn, piercing the joy in his heart.

"What? I'm sober. Thor, what do you want to do, you bastard?!" Loki retorted angrily, his heart full of confusion and unhappiness.

The next second, he felt a pain on his cheek, as if he had been punched hard, causing stars to appear in his eyes and his vision to blur.

At that moment, Loki felt a panic. He tried desperately to grasp the glory and power, but found that everything collapsed in an instant.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the throne, Odin, and the gods had all disappeared, and what came into view was Thor's haunting face, full of concern and anxiety.

"Thor?" Loki's voice trembled slightly, with a hint of uneasiness and confusion.

He tried hard to recall what had happened, but found that the memories were as vague as morning mist, like an illusory dream, elusive.

"Oh, thank the gods, you finally woke up." Thor's voice was like a ray of warm sunshine, shining through the haze into Loki's heart, instantly dispelling his inner fear and anxiety.

Loki opened his mouth and tried to say something, but he found that his body was trapped in a gray wall. The surrounding environment made him feel extremely oppressive.

The wall seemed to be alive, with many twisted arms extending from it and tightly grasping his body, as if to drag him into an endless dark abyss.

He felt an invisible fear, as if cold fingers were tightly pinching his throat and suffocating him. Despair and anxiety intertwined, like countless sharp thorns rolling in his heart.

If Thor hadn't tried to grab him, he would have gone completely into the wall.

"Was everything I just now a dream?" Loki asked in disbelief, with a hint of trembling in his voice, as if even he himself could not believe that all this was real.

The beauty of the dream and the cruelty of reality formed a sharp contrast, and Loki's heart was filled with loss and helplessness.

The feeling of having his dream come true formed a sharp contrast with the despair of being trapped now, making him feel suffocated.

"Damn it! What are you still thinking about? Come out quickly!" Thor shouted anxiously, with deep worry in his eyes.

He watched as Loki's body sank a little deeper into the wall, feeling extremely anxious.

At this point, he was unable to use his divine power and felt helpless. He could only hope that Loki could break free with his own strength.

The shadow of death was like a huge net, enveloping Loki.

In the face of the desire to survive, the sense of collapse and loss of the illusion was gradually dispelled. He no longer cared to be sad and quickly cast a spell, trying to break off the strange arms that bound him.

With a low roar, his magic swept out like a violent storm, instantly tearing apart those twisted arms, allowing him to break free. Even Thor in front of him was thrown away and fell heavily to the ground.

After Loki escaped from danger, he was breathing heavily, his heart still filled with fear and anxiety.

He looked down at Thor and saw that he was still lying on the ground struggling. He hesitated for a moment, but finally walked over, reached out and helped Thor up.

"Asshole, you almost killed me!"

Thor said breathlessly, with a hint of anger and helplessness in his tone: "Have you forgotten that I no longer have divine power? Now I am just an ordinary person!"

"." Loki silently wiped the spit from his face and thought to himself: "Why didn't I use more strength to kill Thor directly just now?"

However, thinking about the current unclear situation and how strange this place is, he decided to keep Thor alive, thinking to himself: "At the critical moment, maybe he can act as bait and let me escape."

"Thor, do you know where this place is?" Loki forced a smile, trying to hide his inner calculations.

"How should I know?" Thor shook his head, his face looking helpless and confused.

"I think so." Loki shook his head secretly. With Thor's brain, what could he know?
"Probably a maze." Thor said suddenly.

"Labyrinth?" Loki repeated the word, feeling vaguely uneasy.

“Maybe there are other people who are involved here like us. Let’s go find them.”

"Alright."

Loki nodded. Although he was still full of doubts in his heart, he understood that only action could break the current predicament.

The two stood in this dark and strange space, surrounded by towering walls, and blurry shadows wandered behind them, as if spying on their every move.

Loki's heart was filled with anxiety, but he knew that only by fighting alongside Thor could he find hope of escape.

"Let's go, we have to find an exit as soon as possible." Loki whispered, silently chanting hope and courage in his heart.

Thor nodded and followed closely behind Loki.

They began to explore the maze, and the sound of their footsteps seemed particularly loud in the silent environment.

Every step seemed to be a challenge to the fear of the unknown, and Loki's heartbeat was accelerating, as if he might be swallowed by the darkness at any time.

"Do you feel that there seems to be some force calling us here?" Thor suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

"Power?" Loki frowned, feeling vaguely uneasy.

"Yes, it's like some kind of ancient magic." There was a mysterious light flashing in Thor's eyes.

"I think you'd better ignore it." Loki thought of his previous experience, which was most likely due to the temptation of this power.

Thor nodded and said nothing more.

As they went deeper, the surrounding environment became more distorted, the color of the walls became darker, and a pungent smell filled the air.

Loki couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching them in the darkness.

"I hope we can find others." There was a hint of firmness in Thor's voice, as if he was cheering himself up.

"Yes, we can't give up." Loki responded, silently encouraging himself in his heart.

Just then, a low whisper came from the shadows ahead, and the sound echoed in their ears like a ghost.

Loki and Thor looked at each other, and at the same time, they felt an uneasy premonition.

"We must keep moving forward." Loki took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"That's right, we must not stop." Thor nodded firmly.

The two continued to move forward, through the fog and shadows, praying silently in their hearts, hoping to find an exit to escape from this strange maze.

In a dark and winding passage, Hawkeye moved forward cautiously, holding the bow and arrow firmly in his hand with a serious expression.

His heart was filled with uneasiness. Ever since he inexplicably entered this strange place, he had not seen any living creature.

The surrounding walls seemed blurry in the dim light, and the forks in the passage were like an endless maze, making him feel extremely confused, as if he would never be able to find the exit.

He stopped and took a deep breath, trying to calm his anxiety.

At this moment, he realized that his physical consumption was not to be underestimated. If he continued to walk around like a headless fly, he would probably use up his last bit of strength without realizing it.

As he hesitated, his eyes accidentally swept across the wall of the passage, but he did not notice that on the blurry stone bricks, a few familiar faces vaguely emerged. They were the agents under his command.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly, a sharp sound of breaking air rang in his ears. Hawkeye's heart suddenly shrank, and his intuition told him that danger was coming.

His body instinctively stepped back, instantly avoiding the dark shadow attacking from the corner.

The black shadow was as fast as lightning and hit the wall heavily, making a dull echo.

Hawkeye narrowed his eyes slightly, looking through the darkness, trying to capture the form of the incoming attacker.

As the black shadow gradually revealed its outline, his heart sank. It was a silver-grey meteor hammer covered with sharp barbs, emitting a chilling cold light.

Hawkeye's heart trembled, and information about this enemy quickly emerged in his mind - the alien symbiote riot, the terrifying existence that once caused a big commotion in Osborn Building.

He gripped the bow and arrow tightly in his hand, stood sideways, and stared at the tall figure walking slowly out of the shadows with sharp eyes.

When the rioter's hideous face came into view, Hawkeye's heart couldn't help but tighten.

He knew that he was right in his guess, and it was this ferocious enemy that appeared before him.

Various information related to the symbiote flashed through his mind, but he did not panic. Instead, he became calm and alert.

"Riot, what are you doing here?" Hawkeye asked in a deep voice.

"Oh, of course I'm going to kill you." Riot's voice was low and threatening, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was looking at an insignificant prey.

"It's so dangerous here, I suggest you wait until we get out before fighting." Hawkeye tried to persuade, with a hint of rational calmness in his tone.

He knew that the existence of the riot meant great danger, and if a fight broke out here, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Hmph, there's no need to go through so much trouble. Killing you is just a matter of convenience." Riot's tone was full of contempt. His figure suddenly shot out like a hungry beast, pouncing straight at Hawkeye, intending to end the hunt quickly and decisively.

Hawkeye's heart tightened. Facing the crisis at the moment, he took a deep breath and shot the arrow in his hand without hesitation.

The arrow drew a graceful arc in the air, however, Riot dodged the attack easily, and the arrow exploded on the wall, instantly bursting into dazzling flames.

The flames devoured the surrounding air, and the hot air waves swept in, accompanied by monster-like roars, and the ground and walls were shaking violently.

Noticing this change, Hawkeye's expression froze, and he felt that he seemed to have triggered something extraordinary. (End of this chapter)