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🕑 Added 2025-02-13 00:48:54 +0000 UTCSpokespersons—whether from Hell or Heaven—are their respective representatives walking the Earth.
These individuals move within the human world, but as long as they don’t intend to cause massive destruction, the Ancient One generally doesn’t bother to intervene. After all, even with her immense power, she cannot fully dominate Hell, Heaven, and the demons of other dimensions. She must make choices.
As a result, the unspoken rule between Heaven and Hell is that beings above the sub-Sky Father level cannot appear on Earth. Those below that level? She simply doesn’t care.
This is why Mephisto can project his soul to stir up trouble on Earth, yet the Ancient One doesn’t even acknowledge him.
Under these rules, Heaven has actually allowed Hell to act freely on Earth without taking direct action. This entire situation was so unusual, so out of place, that Leon couldn't help but stay on guard.
After learning about Limbo’s unique nature from Mephisto, he had already begun formulating a plan—one that would kill three birds with one stone.
Regardless of whether Heaven responded or not, Hell’s Border would inevitably fall. If Heaven did react, it would give Leon a valuable opportunity to uncover its secrets. If it didn’t, then Leon would simply claim Hell’s Border for himself and gain an extra Sky Father-level combat force.
As for who should rule Hell’s Border, Leon was still considering his options.
Natasha didn't object to Leon’s plan. Instead, her eyes flickered as she processed the implications, clearly thinking through the details.
After a moment, she recalled something Frigga had once told her.
She looked up at Leon and asked, "What about Loki?"
"Loki?"
Leon snapped his fingers lightly. A golden ripple appeared in the air, and from a distant wine rack, a bottle of red wine floated up as if guided by an invisible hand. The wine poured itself into two thick-bottomed glasses, which then floated toward them. Leon caught one glass and handed it to Natasha.
"He was just a pawn from the beginning to the end," he said.
Natasha took the glass and took a sip. Leon picked up the second glass and did the same. His tone remained calm.
"The damage he can cause won’t be too great."
"Moreover," he continued, "the extent of the chaos he creates on Earth depends on one other factor."
"Another factor?" Natasha raised an eyebrow, then quickly caught on. "You mean Odin’s attitude?"
"Exactly~~"
Leon took another sip of wine and chuckled.
As he had said before, Loki was merely a chess piece—a uniquely positioned one, but a chess piece nonetheless. The level of destruction he could unleash was flexible.
It could be vast, like Surtur’s rampage in Muspelheim that kickstarted Ragnarok early. Or it could be insignificant, barely worth mentioning.
Everything depended on Odin’s willingness to cover for him.
That was the deciding factor—Odin’s attitude.
If Odin wished, Loki would never be a real threat. He could be captured at any time. Loki didn’t even have the ability to resist.
Did people really think Asgard was weak?
Odin had his own goals. He wanted both Loki and Thor to grow stronger through these events. And what accelerates growth more than war and hatred?
War was inevitable.
Aside from Loki’s repeated failures against Asgard, his next major conflict would be with Earth. This was also tied to Thanos testing both Odin and the Ancient One.
Loki wouldn’t target other worlds—like the Elven Kingdoms.
The Chitauri army was already prepared, and they weren’t just disposable cannon fodder. Odin was far too shrewd not to recognize Loki’s intentions regarding Earth.
So long as the war remained within a controlled scope, Asgard could neutralize any negative consequences.
Asgard didn’t concern itself with human society on Earth. Instead, Odin intended for Thor to strengthen his ties to the planet through this conflict. More importantly, he wanted to ignite Loki’s hatred.
Odin understood Loki’s character all too well—his arrogance, his pride.
Loki saw himself as the mastermind, the one playing with people’s hearts, the architect of conspiracies. Yet, he was nothing more than a puppet in Thanos’ hands.
Thanos had even branded him with a mental stamp.
When Loki finally woke up, he would hate Thanos. But Thanos was simply too powerful. If Loki wanted revenge, he would need strength. And strength required not just external support but also personal growth.
Only by truly understanding his place in the world could Loki turn his hatred into fuel and evolve beyond who he was.
Odin’s plan was clear.
He knew Asgard’s future glory depended on Thor and Loki working together. And to ensure that future, Asgard was willing to pay any price for their growth.
As for Thanos? Odin never considered him a true threat. To the All-Father, Thanos was nothing more than a stepping stone—a whetstone to sharpen his sons.
Thanos’ role was simple: to become the common enemy that Loki and Thor would one day unite against.
As for Leon, Odin had already made a deal with him and given him leverage.
With that, Leon could offer selective assistance, both openly and in secret.
So long as Loki’s actions didn’t escalate to the destruction of Earth itself, Leon saw no reason to waste his energy on the little game between Loki and Thor.
Compared to Loki, the trip to Hell was far more important. That was why Leon had sent Natasha and the others to experience it firsthand.
"So that’s how it is~~"
Natasha quickly pieced everything together. After nodding thoughtfully, she stopped worrying about Loki.
At her core, she still hadn’t fully adjusted her way of thinking.
Instinctively, she viewed Loki as a dangerous Asgardian who could threaten her family. The incident in Muspelheim had only reinforced this belief. But she had momentarily overlooked the true deciding factors.
In the end, there were only three players who truly mattered—Leon, Odin, and the Ancient One.
As long as they remained behind the scenes, nothing would spiral beyond control.
Thanos’ so-called test? It played right into Odin’s plans.
