"With this skill, as long as I have enough magic power, practically no one can harm me," Loki mused, a self-assured grin tugging at his lips.
"It's nothing short of divine!" he added, marveling at his newfound abilities.
Combined with the invisibility magic gifted by my mother, I now have a safeguard against any death mission the system might throw my way. When enemies approach, they'll be lured into attacking an illusion, a mirror image, wasting all their strength in empty air. Meanwhile, I will remain hidden in the darkness, untouchable.
But the moment of triumph was short-lived. Almost immediately, a new mission alert pinged in his task module. Loki quickly closed the skill introduction interface and opened the mission log. His eyes widened as he read the task, and his voice filled with disbelief:
"No way, system! Are you really trying to play me to death?"
"If I follow your quest requirements, my father might just come out with Gungnir like he is going to make me into his personal pinata!"
The mission was clear and terrifyingly specific:
[Task: Sneak into Odin's treasury, steal the Casket of Ancient Winters, and use it to freeze Thor Odinson into a popsicle. Complete the task to receive a generous system reward!]
In an instant, the elation from mastering Phantom Veil vanished. Loki's eyes, large, iridescent, and filled with equal parts mischief and dread, stared blankly at the task description. His future suddenly looked bleak.
"This is ridiculous… the stakes are way too high," he muttered. "Had I never crossed over, I wouldn't be stuck as Loki in this cursed universe."
He cursed his fate, the very existence of this Trickery System that clung to him like a parasite.
{Intro Time}
" WTF! I'm Loki in this universe, a transmigrator, thrown into a Marvel Universe, I once only watched on screen." I said shouting internally.
I was just a common otaku, obsessed over the release of Thor 4, full of hope and anticipation, only to be crushed by the director's indecisiveness. And then, because of some accident inexplicably, I found myself in this Marvel universe, reborn as the infant Loki that Odin had rescued from Jotunheim.
How did it happen? How did I cross over? And why was I destined to become the notorious trickster of the Marvel Universe?
The questions left me dumbfounded, but as a baby, time was on my side. Under the tender care of Odin's wife, my mother, Queen Frigga, I spent long days learning, growing, and planning my future. Now, as a one-year-old with the memories of a future I'd seen in movies, I vowed never to follow the doomed path laid out before me.
I resolved to steer clear of the Asgardian throne intrigues. Instead, I'd support my elder brother and simply enjoy life as a happy second prince. But just as I began to embrace this new, less tragic identity, that Trickery system reared its head again, tantalizing me with divine-grade abilities to complete hell level tasks.
Bound irrevocably to me, the system couldn't harm my life, but it sure could make things difficult. And where else was I reborn? In the Marvel Universe, where you face threats from every corner. Not only must I contend with the looming presence of my ruthless sister, Hela the goddess of death but also with cosmic tyrants like Thanos, infamous for his devastating finger snap.
Every day, the stakes rose higher. I couldn't leave my fate in the hands of others. To live with dignity and freedom, I'd need to amass power beyond anything I'd ever known. Just following the original growth path, studying under Frigga, the greatest witch of the Nine Realms was simply not an option if I wanted to stand against beings like Thanos.
So, despite the system's deadly quest, I reluctantly accepted the challenge: I must trick Thor 100 times.
Once I could walk on my own, I began my mischief in earnest. I orchestrated elaborate pranks on Thor. My antics quickly earned me a notorious reputation as the ultimate god of mischief in Asgard.
However, as Thor matured and trained as an Asgardian warrior, my pranks grew harder to pull off. I spent countless hours planning, blending advanced magic from Frigga's teachings with psychological tactics from my former life's memories. Every successful trick was a testament to my cunning and a vital step toward unlocking the system's rewards.
After years of relentless scheming, I finally completed my first system task before my eighth birthday. The reward I received far exceeded my wildest expectations. And if I maintained this pace, I was confident that in a thousand years, my strength would become nothing short of terrifying.
My journey was only just beginning. With every prank, every challenge, and every reward, I was slowly rewriting my fate in this chaotic Marvel universe. The stakes were high, the risks immense but for the God of Mischief, the thrill of the game was simply irresistible.