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Agent Barbara was intently reading a newspaper. When she sensed the atmosphere around her shifting, she saw that Stark had already lifted the alarm. The music continued, and so did the dance.

She looked around, noticed nothing was happening, and resumed reading.

More and more people like Barbara were reading newspapers with their heads down. Naked girls reading newspapers could be seen everywhere on the beach.

"Barbara, come back. Report the situation at the scene. We see from the surveillance that more and more people are beginning to read newspapers. Please confirm the threat level at the scene. Please respond when you hear it."

The man in the headset asked anxiously.

"Relax, Coulson. The threat is lifted. It seems that success really only comes to those who prepare hard."

Barbara flicked the newspaper in her hand and looked at Rick standing in a daze in the distance.

"Coulson, come and greet the future king."

After a brief silence.

"Barbara, this is not funny. You have no idea how weird the scene was when I watched it from the surveillance camera just now. I almost called headquarters for support. Report the 084 incident."

Coulson explained helplessly in the headset.

Barbara looked around the beach again, covered her headphones with her hands, and started joking.

"Haha, Coulson, do you have the Daily Bugle? You should try reading it. Relax."

After a burst of crackling noise.

"I will read it as soon as the mission is over tomorrow morning. Now, we still need to be vigilant. There are too many coincidences in what happened tonight. I always feel that something is wrong."

Coulson remained alert. Everything that happened tonight seemed like a well-designed, crude drama with too many coincidences. Agent Barbara's answer had just now been delayed for more than three seconds, which was the biggest anomaly.

Tomorrow morning, he would go to Agent May and read the newspaper on the scene under her supervision. He was also very curious about the story of "A Study in Scarlet."

Let's return to the protagonist's perspective.

Rick had secretly fantasized more than once that his "creation" would be noticed by someone rich and foolish tonight. Then, the sponsor would spend money to buy him a press release to brag about it, and a large number of hard-pushing soft articles would turn him into traffic in seconds. From then on, he would be able to live a life of plenty and be well-fed and clothed.

But the wild party turned into a quiet readers' gathering, which was magical and irrational.

Ms. Pepper might be reading out of disgust at the party, but why was Tony reading all the time? He would definitely be curious about what Pepper was reading, but it shouldn't seem endless.

The other second-generation attendees and young models at the scene were smart people who followed suit, but this kind of party should mostly be populated by vulgar people who come here to eat, drink, and have fun. The fact that they were all quietly reading newspapers together on the beach was obviously problematic.

Marvel, there is everything here. After finally being able to eat enough to survive, the skinny and weak Rick just wanted to make a fortune in peace.

He slowly picked up a bottle of expired grape juice on the table and walked out of the party casually.

But when you want to run, that's when you can't run away.

"Little guy, aren't you going to eat something?"

A handsome English gentleman slowly walked over from a yacht in the distance. Rick vaguely saw that the yacht was named "Nagelfa."

Rick's muscles suddenly stiffened like a piece of wood, and he felt suppressed.

"I have to go to the newspaper office to finish my manuscript tomorrow, so I won't stay long. Good night."

Before he could finish his words, Rick saw the gentleman approaching him.

The gorgeous robe was set against the moonlight on the sea, and his elegant temperament fanned Rick's fragile spirit.

"When did you realize something was wrong? According to my script, the young man named Stark will jump for joy in a moment. He will be anxious because he can't read the last chapter. You can take this opportunity to apply to join the news department of Stark Group. That Pepper will be your publishing agent part-time. They will even set up a book distribution company. Just like that, with your talent, you can foresee a life without worries about food and clothing. Isn't that good?"

The British gentleman in front of him asked Rick calmly, but his arrogant tone made Rick unable to breathe smoothly.

"May I ask who you are?"

Rick tried to keep the conversation calm. He felt like he was encountering some huge beast in the wild. He was suppressed and dared not move just by standing in front of it.

The robe in front of him flickered lightly, and a rustling chant sounded in his ears.

"I am a god. To put it more clearly, I am the representative of trickery and wisdom. I possess the godhood of fire. I am the embodiment of drama and coincidence. I am the originator of change and magic. I am Loki."

The man's face began to change from blurry to clear. Just now, he had been shrouded in a halo.

"Ha, he really looks like Tom Hiddleston."

Thinking of the memories of his past life, Rick immediately performed the unique etiquette of Asgard. Rick had watched the American TV series "SHIELD" in his past life. He found that the "celebrities" in this world looked very similar to the actors in his past life.

But it's just very similar; some temperaments cannot be imitated.

"What a polite little fellow. So answer me, when did you first realize that something was wrong?"

Loki continued to ask the weak mortal in front of him.

"It's Tony Stark!!! This guy is very special. Others might be obsessed with my novels, but this guy cares about his reputation. Even if he likes the story, he won't read it non-stop in front of his secretary like this. He will only read it secretly."

Rick couldn't understand Loki in front of him. He should be more arrogant than Stark. Why did he suddenly appear here and chat with a mortal like him? This didn't fit his character? No, maybe it should be said that this didn't fit his character?

Loki turned and looked across the beach.

"Well, it seems that there are some flaws in the script. I am a little fed up. You, a mortal. Your ancestors have kept the covenant with God for generations. Until the covenant was broken by external forces, your ancestors still defended the sacred covenant with their lives."

"And I, the great Loki, am also a god who abides by promises. According to the terms of the ancient covenant, I will grant the descendants of my believers a prosperous and peaceful life."

"Smart mortal, after hearing this, I'm sure you've guessed it. As the last believer of God in Midgard... the last bloodline. You will receive the blessing of the great god, Loki. Of course, from now on, the promise will be fulfilled and the covenant will end. After all, you are just the descendant of a believer."

After saying a bunch of drawn-out chants, Loki observed the mortal in front of him with interest.

Rick was speechless.

He really didn't know how to answer the "god" in front of him, so he made a series of textbook dramatic expressions, including panic, surprise, confusion, greed, etc.

Loki laughed proudly a few times.

"Ha, mortal~~~ It seems that your wisdom is limited after all and you cannot understand. Merciful Loki forgives your rudeness. So be it, even a flawed play must have an ending."

"Are you curious about why they are reading your stories? I borrowed a little forbidden magic from Kamar-Taj and slightly modified other people's perception of you... From now on, the drama scripts you write will be very popular."

"That rich woman will also be interested in your drama scripts. Her secretary will take care of the so-called agent business."

"Then, say goodbye to the mortals and enjoy your life which is fleeting in the blink of an eye."

Loki casually threw his robe and boarded the "Nagelfa" yacht. After a flash of light and shadow, there was only a roaring sea wave.

But Rick didn't move. The alarm bells in his mind continued to ring, and the hairs on his body stood up.

If standing next to Loki just now was like driving a convertible and encountering a tiger, now it was like standing at Godzilla's feet and being stared at. There must be something strange standing behind him.

"A mortal with a very sensitive soul, huh, Frigg."

"Yes, although he couldn't see through my illusion. But he felt the majesty of the God King."

"Has the agreement Loki made with the Midgard believers hundreds of years ago really come to an end? This kid left a loophole in the contract and delayed the time for fulfilling his promise until only one believer's bloodline was left. How naughty."

"Don't worry, according to the contract, he has fulfilled his promise, and this mortal will soon gain fame and fortune in the mortal world. But Loki was a little naughty, and he secretly used Kamar-Taj's forbidden spell. The spell has a wide range of influence. As his mother, let me fill the last loophole in the contract."

As she spoke, the Queen of Gods Frigga lightly tapped her hand, and a golden scarf composed of countless tiny light dots entered Rick's head.

Rick's brain passively began to absorb a vast amount of exotic magical knowledge. His body was so stiff that he didn't even have the ability to call for a stop.

"That's it. Loki gave him abundance, and I gave him peace. The

 contract is over. Odin, my love. Your power will no longer flow to mortals because of the loopholes in this contract."

"This is also the last believer of Asgard in Midgard, right?"

"He is just the last bloodline of the believers."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rick slumped down on the beach. The two Godzillas left.

At this moment, there was a woman in his mind teaching him how to use illusion magic and pointing out that with illusion magic, he could freely choose whether to enjoy the peace of the world.

But this illusion is very tricky. It requires physical strength and energy to use, but Rick doesn't have much physical strength and energy right now.

At this stage, this is just a life-saving trump card. If you use the illusion once, you will be sent to the emergency room for infusion and rescue.

"How are you? Great writer Rick Smith."

Barbara came from the shadows in the distance, holding a stack of newspapers in her hand.

The wind blew in from the waves, carrying with it a salty and fishy smell.

"I'm fine, I'm glad everyone likes Sherlock Holmes."

Rick was still sitting on the ground, breathing slowly, grabbing a handful of sand from the beach and throwing it into the sea. He didn't want to go to the zoo anymore, as the thrill of facing a wild animal up close was despairing.

Barbara wanted to discuss Dr. Watson with him, but when she saw Stark and Pepper approaching quickly in the distance, she quietly retreated back into the shadows.

Tony, wearing a floral shirt and wide shorts, waved a newspaper.

"You are the author of this story, right? Have you finished writing the ending? Never mind, it's not important. Pepper? Open a publishing house and sign him. This way, my lovely secretary can be the first to see her favorite story."

"It has been happily decided. Come sign the contract tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he pushed the grumpy Pepper away again.

Rick sat on the beach the whole time, not moving or speaking.

"God's blessing? That's it?"