"When you left Asgard, you didn't bring anything of value? Don't you have the currency from Midgard? But you should always have valuable jewelry, or you can pawn your hammer, right?"

  Loki sneered with disgust while taking out a small bag of rare gold coins minted by the dwarfs and threw it on the bar table.

  She said no, but her body was very honest.

  "Thank you, Thor's … sister, for your generosity."

  Luke, who was standing by, laughed a little and whispered to Monako, the bartender, about their order.

  By the way, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Loki, who had no pockets or bags all over her body.

  Where did the bag of heavy gold coins come from? .

  Or do women have a natural talent for hiding things?

  "Asgard, Mjölnir …"

  Thor's eyes were a little bleak. In his universe, the great Asgard was gone. There was no such thing as Asgard anymore.

  As for his beloved hammer, Mjölnir had long been crushed by his violent older sister Hela.

  Thinking about it, Thor felt the urge to get drunk again.

  Only by enjoying tons and tons of it could he alleviate his inner sorrow.

  "Thank you for your patronage. Please come again."

  After business was settled, Monako was smiling.

  He always had a good attitude and patience when dealing with rich customers.

  Especially generous guests like Loki and her poor brother Thor.

  One was rich, the other had the background, and they were all high-quality customers worth pursuing.

  The upcoming Sorcerer Supreme Battle would create several times more business for the Bar With No Doors than usual.

  This made Monako very happy. After all, raising a rabbit might not cost much.

  However, it took a lot of money to keep a wild rabbit farm running properly.

  "Why did you come to Midgard? To see your human girlfriend without telling Odin again?"

  Loki didn't inquire about the identities of Luke, Strange, and the others. She just angrily looked at Thor in front of her.

  When they were in Asgard, he hooked up with Sif and had an affair with the Enchantress, Amora.

  Later, he was banished to Midgard by Odin because of his mistakes and fell in love with a human girl.

  "No."

  Thor spoke vaguely.

  He didn't know whether or not to say that he actually came from another universe and was not the same 'Thor' as the one in this universe.

  "Oh, you're still a poor liar."

  When Loki saw her brother's avoidance, she thought she had guessed correctly and grunted coldly.

  She looked up at Thor, who was getting worse and worse. He was poor and fat, but only his silly stupidity remained unchanged.

  "If there's nothing else, I'll be going first."

  Loki waved her hand and continued, "Don't follow me. I had a hard time avoiding Heimdall's sight and escaping from Asgard. Don't ruin my plans!"

  Thor frowned slightly and stopped Loki, who was getting up to leave. Like a brother finding his rebellious sister who had run away from home, he sighed, "Go home, Loki."

  "The Sorcerer Supreme Battle is dangerous, and those legendary masters, or advocates of the dimensional gods standing behind them, might be involved."

  "This is a dangerous game! A game with mortal risk!"

  "You shouldn't get involved."

  These days, Rocket searched for information on the 'All-Star' forum set up by the Grandmaster and read many posts about the Sorcerer Supreme Battle.

  Although it hadn't started yet, the well-known candidates interested in participating right now were Mordo, a great disciple of the Ancient One, the famous Voodoo Doctor, and Mephisto's heirs…


  People from all walks of life jumped out one after another, expressing their desire to seize this opportunity to fight for the position of Sorcerer Supreme.

  Although Loki was an excellent Master of Illusion and a qualified God of Mischief.

  But against the strong in the Sorcerer Supreme battle, that might not be enough.

  Asgard's magic system was different from Earth's.

  As the leader of the Gods of Asgard, Odin held the unique Draupnir.

  Of course, Loki, who wasn't qualified to inherit the throne, didn't get the item.

  What she studied was witchcraft and illusion magic that her mother, Frigga, was good at.

  "What's wrong with you? You sound just like that old bastard Odin!"

  Loki turned her back; she didn't want to pay attention to Thor.

  "That… you should maintain due respect for our Father."

  Thor wasn't angry but kept talking.

  "He is sometimes rather old-fashioned, wanting to establish his own majestic image, but no matter what, you are …"

  Loki was going crazy. She never knew Thor was so naggy.

  But strangely enough, she didn't seem to hate it.

  At least, he was better than that careless, reckless, and conceited Thor.

  "I'm going with Strange to the New York Sanctum. He needs a new outfit."

  Luke interrupted Thor, who kept trying to persuade. He had no time or mood to meddle in Asgard's family affairs for the time being.

  "You can either follow your sister or go back to Kamar Taj and wait for news."

  Thor glanced at Loki and decided to stay with the other party.

  Only when something lost was recovered would we know how to cherish it.

  He had already lost his dear brother once, and he didn't want to lose his newly met sister again.

  "If you have to take part in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle, then let me be your contractor."

  Thor stared at Luke and others who disappeared at the portal and spoke to Loki.

  "I'm a competent fighter, definitely much better than others!"

  Loki was a little excited, but when she saw Thor, who had put on a little weight and had a slight belly, she felt suspicious.

  Was the combat power of this…thing reliable?

  …


  …


  "Why are we going to the New York Sanctum?"

  Strange asked.

  He had already gotten first-hand information from the Bar With No Doors.

  The next step should be to formulate a relevant battle plan for those competitors.

  "I looked at the list of candidates who are interested in participating in the battle, and there are a few dangerous guys besides your acquaintance Mordo."

  Luke opened the transmission channel and walked out of the Bar With No Doors.

  "You need to change your heavy armor, find a good forging master and improve the magic resistance."

  Strange nodded his head. He had accepted that he was a master but had to physically fight at the battle line with full stamina and defense.

  Since the last time, when he knocked down a mid-ranked master, Strange seemed to experience the joy of close combat.

  "What about Thor? We're going to leave him there?"

  Rocket hadn't forgotten his best friend.

  "Put away your unnecessary worry. He only has Loki, the haughty and cunning Princess of Asgard, in his eyes right now."

  Luke chuckled lightly.

  "He won't care about other people and other things."

  …