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Chapter 63: Free Prostitution Is Comfortable, The Next Step Is to Improve the Plan!
🕑 Added 2025-03-13 15:32:07 +0000 UTC"Frost Titan... Am I not from Asgard?"
"If so, everything makes sense."
"How could the King of Asgard allow an ice demon to become him? How could the great All-Father love an outsider?"
"But... am I really a Frost Titan?"
Recalling the previous battle, Loki remembered that when he came into contact with an ice demon, he was unaffected by their ice magic. Instead, something changed in the arm that made contact.
Loki shook his head vigorously.
No! I can’t be!
As Loki hesitated, the door suddenly opened.
"Aaron, I—"
"Amora!"
Loki had been about to speak but was caught off guard when he saw Amora standing there. His eyes flickered with confusion before quickly shifting to wariness.
It was well known that Amora was skilled in charm magic and mind reading.
I must never let her learn my secrets!
Amora, for her part, was not pleased to see Loki.
This guy has the worst timing!
"Come in. Aaron is expecting you," she said before turning and leaving.
She had no choice—Aaron had requested this, and she could never refuse him. Otherwise, she would be judged by the gods.
Her irritation toward Loki only deepened. If he hadn’t shown up suddenly, would I have been kicked out like this?
Loki glanced at Amora and then at the room, a strange look crossing his face.
A man and a woman alone together in a room…
And now she was being sent away?
By the gods!
Could it be that the magic menace and the Enchantress are actually having an affair?
"You were looking for me?"
Aaron remained seated, barely acknowledging Loki’s entrance, his hands still busy with his work.
If it had been the old Loki, he would have already taken offense.
But now, he felt nervous. He even spoke cautiously.
"You’ve mastered advanced shapeshifting magic!"
Loki’s eyes were drawn to Aaron’s hands, his expression shifting from surprise to delight.
"Yeah," Aaron replied flatly.
"Congratulations, Aaron! It seems that your expertise in shapeshifting has once again made you the most skilled in the Nine Realms!"
Loki spoke with genuine admiration.
First, Aaron had become a master of illusion and invisibility. Now, in such a short time, he had surpassed all others in shapeshifting.
If I had this level of power, maybe—even if I wasn’t Asgardian—I could still earn everyone’s approval!
Aaron momentarily paused his magic practice and looked at Loki in surprise.
Loki... congratulating someone else?
What kind of day is this? Why is everyone acting so out of character?
Then, noticing Loki’s slightly unnatural expression, Aaron’s brows relaxed.
He had a good idea why Loki was here.
The butterfly effect is in motion again…
Aaron said meaningfully, "The strongest in the Nine Realms? Not necessarily. The All-Father’s mastery of shapeshifting is also formidable."
"He had already mastered highly advanced shapeshifting techniques a thousand years ago.
"Now? He may have reached an even higher level."
Loki stiffened.
Why mention a thousand years ago specifically?
That was the time of the great war between Asgard and the Frost Titans.
Coincidentally, both Aaron and I were born during that time.
Could it be that Aaron had already seen through his true origins?
Loki's expression flickered with uncertainty.
But he was smart.
After a moment of thought, something clicked.
"Aaron, do you think an outsider can become the King of Asgard?"
"Outsider?" Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Are you speaking of race or identity?"
"Race? Identity? That’s right! Though I may not be Asgardian by blood, I am still the Second Prince of Asgard!"
"By title, I am still in line for the throne!"
"Now, the greatest obstacle—Thor—has been exiled. If I become king before he returns, everything will be set in stone!"
Loki, who had been uncertain just moments ago, quickly realized his advantage.
Regardless of Odin’s original intentions in adopting him, it was a fact that he was the Second Prince of Asgard.
As long as Odin did not officially disinherit him, he remained the rightful heir.
However, to secure his position, he still needed to win over Asgard’s people.
The commoners are easy to sway.
The key lies in the elite—Sif, the Warriors Three, Frigga, Odin... and Aaron.
Odin was the hardest to win over.
That left the others.
Loki fixed his fiery gaze on Aaron. "Name your price. I need your support—the support of a legend!"
Aaron smiled. Talking to smart people was easy.
He had been waiting for this moment.
If the plot remained mostly unchanged, Loki would soon become the interim ruler of Asgard.
And in that role, he would have the authority to grant rewards.
That was Aaron’s opportunity.
"I want the Casket of Ancient Winters."
"In return, I won’t oppose you, and I won’t attack my friends."
Loki frowned.
This wasn’t the answer he had expected.
It wasn’t that he was unwilling to part with the Casket—trading an artifact for Aaron’s support would be a fair deal.
But if all he gained was Aaron’s neutrality…
It didn’t seem worth it.
Right now, Aaron was the rising star of Asgard.
A legendary magician, the future God of Magic…
His influence was undeniable.
If Aaron publicly endorsed Loki’s claim to the throne, many of his admirers and followers would likely support him as well.
Moreover, Aaron was a powerful force—someone capable of defeating Laufey single-handedly.
If he could fully win Aaron’s support, as long as Odin did not interfere, Loki was confident in securing his reign.
"Aaron, I think—"
"Loki."
Aaron suddenly interrupted.
"My terms are already generous."
"Ask yourself—are you truly fit to be the King of Asgard?"
"Why wouldn’t I be? I am a prince! A rightful heir!" Loki snapped.
"Really?" Aaron shook his head. "What if Asgard is attacked by an enemy stronger than Laufey?"
"Asgard has the bravest warriors! No one can conquer us without killing every last one of them!"
"And what if the enemy slaughters them all?"
Aaron’s eyes narrowed.
"What if they have regenerative healing, know advanced magic, and understand Asgard inside and out?"
"That’s impossible!" Loki scoffed.
One person wiping out Asgard’s forces? Ridiculous!
"Nothing is impossible." Aaron smirked.
Right now, Asgard is only facing minor threats—small-time villains at best.
The true dangers are still ahead.
Thinking back to their experience in Jotunheim, Loki suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
If Aaron used the same tactics in Asgard…
Cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
Suddenly, Aaron’s demand didn’t seem so unreasonable.
Loki had always known his own limits.
Against an opponent like Laufey, or someone even stronger, he had no chance.
He could only rely on Bifrost.
But Bifrost was just a tool. If it failed, and an enemy reached Asgard, he would be powerless.
At that point, his only priority would be saving himself.
But if he had a magician like Aaron on his side…
That changed everything.
A smile spread across Loki’s face.
"You’ve convinced me."
"Pleasure doing business."
Aaron had expected nothing less.
Loki had no real choice but to agree.
And for Aaron?
This was essentially getting something for nothing.
No risk, no effort, no cost—just pure profit.
Loki truly was a generous man.
Not long after, Sif and the others arrived with big news.
"You’re going to become a god, Aaron!"
Aaron froze.
Seeing his confusion, Sif beamed.
"We just received word. Because of your contributions in Jotunheim and your extraordinary magical achievements, the All-Father has decreed—"
"You are to become Asgard’s new God of Magic!"
