Video bloggers in American comics

Sitting on the throne, Loki watched his four former friends exit the palace, looking at the sky with a pair of deep eyes.

Unlike the Earth, in the sky of Asgard, one could directly see the universe. The nebulae were rotating and changing under his gaze, just like Loki's mood at the moment.

He has another, easier way.

His father is in a coma, and Loki is in charge of the authority of the God King. As the son of Rafi, the leader of the Frost Giants, Loki can secretly join the Frost Giants and use various means to destroy Asgard's thousands-year-old foundation.

At that time, all those who have laughed at him and despised him will pay the price with their lives.

This choice is easy. As long as Loki is willing to kneel down to his biological father, Asgard and Jotunheim will be his. He will become the heir of two kingdoms from a useless second prince in an instant.

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Even with the power of the Frost Giant, Loki can lead an army to conquer other countries, and through the war of iron and blood, engraved his name in history.

After a few hundred years, he will become a famous prince in the nine realms. All he has to do is find a way to assassinate Lafite.

He is the king of the nine kingdoms!

The only thing to do is to kneel down.

As soon as his knees touch the ground, no piece of flesh will fall off, and no drop of blood will be left. These are all his, and it doesn't take a long time, at most hundreds of years.

But Loki didn't want to kneel.

It's not that he has a strong backbone, but that he wants to take another path.

This road is full of thorns.

But he just wanted to take this path.

Loki wanted to show those who looked down upon him.

Can I be the king?

He wants to slap Odin, Thor, and Sif in the face with the facts, and he also wants to ensure that these people live well and make them feel ashamed and regretful for the rest of their lives because of what they have done!

"guard!"

A warrior wearing golden armor came over, took off his helmet, and knelt on one knee in front of Loki.

"I want to count the current Asgardian warriors, their number, division of labor, and honors they have received. I want to go down to each individual."

"Go to the immortal palace storage room and count our supplies: food, weapons, war horses...all the things that can be used are listed clearly."

"In the name of the God King, I am issuing a recruitment notice. I want every young man who is willing to fight for Asgard to know the news."

After giving orders one after another, the guard raised his head and looked at Loki in surprise.

"Luo...God King, we are going to..."

"War." Loki held the spear Gangnir tightly, "A war that cannot be defeated is about to begin."

After the guards left, Loki closed his eyes and countless thoughts appeared in his mind, but these thoughts could never get around a rude and impulsive man.

"My stupid brother..."

Loki opened his eyes again, and he decided to visit his brother on Earth to say his final farewell before taking actual action.

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Earth, craters.

S.H.I.E.L.D. had already driven away the town residents who were watching the excitement, and in less than an hour, a simple base was built around Meowth Hammer.

There is a steel wire mesh surrounding the base, with a reconnaissance building standing at each corner. Inside, the headlights are on, and outside, there are beams of chasing light piercing the darkness.

Dozens of S.H.I.E.L.D. scholars, wearing radiation-proof suits, gathered around the Meow Hammer for sampling and detection, hoping to decipher its secrets.

"Sir."

Coulson, who was commanding the scene, put down his walkie-talkie and asked his subordinates: "What's going on?"

"Zhang Ming and an unidentified girl are here. Do you want to let them in?"

Finally came over.

Colson sighed, "Go and do your work, I'll pick them up."

After walking out, Colson saw Zhang Ming and a girl dressed too avant-garde, waiting at the entrance of the base. Colson walked over.

"You're finally here." Coulson greeted enthusiastically, "The bureau is short of manpower, so we sent just a few people here. With you, a superhero, in charge, I can finally sleep peacefully tonight."

"hehe."

Zhang Ming thought of the "nicknames" given to him by Director Ludan and Coulson behind his back, and he couldn't help but smile like a small TV.

Olivia on the other side learned the lesson well.

Facing the death smiles of the two people, one big and one small, Coulson suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Follow Coulson into the base and arrive at the main control room.

Zhang Ming and Olivia each took a stool and sat in front of the monitoring station. Olivia was also carrying a paper bag in her hand. She took out a hamburger and a cup of Coke from the paper bag and placed them in front of Zhang Ming.

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"Boss, it's time to have some rice."

He took out another tablet and placed it on the table.

"Boss, watch a movie... watch a TV show."

Coulson followed them to the control room and saw two people, each holding a cheeseburger, watching "The Flash."

"What on earth are you here for?"

Zhang Ming picked up a French fries, dipped it in ketchup, and slowly ate it into his mouth.

"Waiting for someone."

The sky gradually turned dark, the wind picked up, and then clouds surged. A heavy rain came suddenly, but in the eyes of a caring person, it was a sign.

Zhang Ming knew that the silly eldest prince, Thor, had already arrived.

After a while, an alarm sounded outside. Coulson glanced at Zhang Ming, who had a leisurely look on his face, shook his head, and hurried out.

The sound of fists hitting flesh outside could be clearly heard even through the heavy rain. Olivia asked: "Don't we need help?"

Zhang Ming asked her: "Who are you helping?"

Olivia half-opened her mouth. She had been fooling around in the gang for so many years. Her mind turned quickly and she understood what Zhang Ming meant. She smiled, relieved, raised half of her buttocks, and placed it firmly on the stool again.

superior.

The clouds were getting lower and lower, and silvery white lightning flashed from time to time in the clouds.

The equipment that detects the Meow Hammer made a beeping sound, and the surveillance screen began to shake. After a while, the screen was completely lost.

But Thor's miserable cry echoed over the base.

He failed to pick up the hammer.

Before this second, Thor was always full of confidence. However, the moment he held the Meow Hammer in both hands and the muscles in his body began to exert force, he clearly felt the rejection.

This rejection means that he is not worthy of regaining his divine power.

Thor was still crying bitterly.

In fact, Zhang Ming can quite understand his mood.

He originally had an aunt who was a primary school teacher. Since she had been a teacher for more than ten years, the people she dealt with the most all year round were a group of primary school students who were weaker than him, and she had the supreme authority of "teacher".

Therefore, after more than ten years, Auntie's thinking has become very direct, rough and... slightly naive.

After all, ordinary office workers work with people of equal or greater strength all year round, and she faces children most of the time.

That aunt was used to speaking in a commanding tone, and was used to being always right. Until one day, due to family reasons, she had to leave school, change cities, and find a job in a company.

After losing the authority granted by the campus and starting to interact with equal peers, she became extremely uncomfortable and even developed social anxiety for a period of time.

Of course, this is just an example, and not all primary school teachers are like this.

But in Zhang Ming's view, Sol and that aunt are essentially the same.

I also deal with people who are weaker than myself all the time.

It is also about using the power given by others (Thor's Hammer) to solve problems, rather than relying on your own strength.

This sense of disparity can lead to serious self-doubt.

Zhang Ming patted his butt and stood up, took out a black umbrella under the table, dusted off the dust on the umbrella, walked to the door, and opened the umbrella with a bang.

"gone."

"Here we come!" Olivia trotted and got under the umbrella. She wanted to see what the man who had killed dozens of agents just to come and cry looked like.

But as soon as he took two steps, Zhang Ming beside him stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Ming took a deep breath, trying to calm down his fucking mood...

Just now, [Prince’s Road to Overlord], the second phase of the mission came:

Mission: cheer up

Mission description: Thor fell into endless self-doubt and asked the host to help Thor cheer up.

Conditions to be met: The depression index in Sol's heart becomes 0.

Current depression index: 100

Time limit: 12 hours

"Little TV!"

"here I am."

"We need to talk." Zhang Ming imagined a table and chair in his conscious space. He sat in front of the table with his hands crossed and supporting his chin. An imaginary light fell on him from top to bottom.

The small TV floated obediently in mid-air, looking at Zhang Ming with a smile on its face.

"I think our definition of the word 'task' is a little different. Let me give you an example. A normal task should be: within 12 hours, use a wooden stick to kill ten slimes, and the reward will be 500 coins.

The more difficult task is: within 12 hours, use the legendary purple smoke pattern dragon wood stick to kill ten golden spark glazed slimes and get a reward of 5,000 coins... Is this similar? Which system have you seen that allows the host to go

Do you provide psychological counseling to plot characters?"

The small TV was in mid-air, shaking left and right, "Host, are you giving up the mission?"

The subtext is: do it if you like.

Zhang Ming waved his hand, removed the tables, chairs and benches, and his conscious space returned to nothingness again.

"If I had chosen the normal difficulty of 4,000 coins before, what tasks would I face now?"

Xiao TV replied: "Normal difficulty, the task at this stage is: assist Thor to enter the S.H.I.E.L.D. base, try to pull out Mjolnir, and bring him out safely."

It's so simple.

but……

Money is hard to make and food is hard to eat. This is Zhang Ming's choice.

After exiting the conscious space, Olivia was making faces in front of him. Zhang Ming opened her face and walked back to the monitoring room. He was only nineteen years old and had little life experience. He came up with crooked ideas and was clever.

Zhang Ming is good at this, but feeding others chicken soup for their souls...

He needs to find off-field support.

Olivia rubbed her face, her makeup was all smeared, and she raised her middle finger at Zhang Ming's back in displeasure.

"Olivia, come here and help me circumvent the firewall. I want to access the Chinese website."

When it comes to making chicken soup, no one can match the level of various domestic emotional bloggers.

Olivia, who was giving her middle finger one second, changed her face and smiled.

"Come on! Boss, I'm good at this!"