Marvel: My Sign-in System-Chapter 312 - 301

Loki's thoughts were simple. First, trick this thug out.

Anyway, as long as his so-called sister, Hela, broke the seal, war would be inevitable—fueled by her hatred for Odin, her relentless pursuit of Asgard's former glory, and her ruthless nature.

To put it bluntly, Loki wanted her to be the catalyst, the force that would stir up the chaos.

"My dear sister, the Queen of Asgard, in one month, your glory will spread throughout the Nine Realms. The laurel crown of flowers will be placed upon your head, bathed in the light of triumph, and the world will kneel at your feet."

"Even Odin will regret everything he has done to you. That foolish old man will be forced to tear away his veil of hypocrisy and reveal to all what he has been concealing."

"Using so-called kindness to mask the iron-blooded history of the past."

Loki's words were laced with charm and manipulation, his mastery of persuasion nearly flawless. His impassioned speech stirred something deep within Hela, filling her with satisfaction. Her previous impatience? Gone.

She was immersed in the grand vision Loki painted for her.

A true ruler must be patient.

And so, she would wait.

When the month came, as Loki promised, the Nine Realms would witness her ascension to the supreme throne. All would kneel, and her rule would be absolute.

Of course, there would be those who resisted.

But that didn't matter.

All who defied her would die.

Outside the castle, a scepter hovered in mid-air. A gem, embedded in its crescent-shaped head, radiated an intense glow. The sky above it darkened, disturbed by the surge of power. A golden, ominous cloud formed overhead—shimmering yet unstable, its surface fracturing under the scepter's energy.

As time passed, those fractures would only deepen until the entire cloud shattered.

And when that happened, war and destruction would sweep across the Nine Realms.

Inside the grand hall of the castle, the flames of dark green torches flickered, casting eerie shadows on the stone walls.

Hela stood motionless, her gaze piercing through Loki as she looked beyond the open doorway.

She could almost see them—Odin.Thor.Her lost Asgard.

"Odin... Thor!"

"Damn it!"

In the palace of Asgard, Thor awoke with a jolt.

His breath was heavy, his body tense.

The lingering images of his dream haunted him.

Sitting up, he found Mjolnir clutched in his right hand—though he clearly remembered placing it on the wooden table nearby before sleeping.

Yet in his distress, he had unconsciously summoned it.

"How?"

Thor frowned, staring at his old companion. Rising from the bed, he placed the hammer back on the table before walking across the hall and stepping onto the balcony.

The golden glow of Asgard surrounded him, though it was not yet dawn. Below, most homes lay in darkness, with only a few buildings emitting light.

He looked up at the Asgardian sky—A vast expanse of stars, brilliant and serene.

Yet within their glow, his vision returned.

The dream.

A world drowned in blood.

Asgard, once prosperous and peaceful, reduced to ruins. Flames devoured the shattered buildings, blood pooled in the streets, and the cries of the innocent filled the air.

He saw them—People kneeling, wailing, their faces twisted in despair.

He saw her—A slender figure clad in dark green, a deadly weapon in her grasp, mercilessly driving it through the chest of an innocent.

And beside her...

Loki.

Standing there, silent, his expression cold.

Yet... he was smiling.

Corpses littered the battlefield—Midgardians, elves, dwarves, warriors, gods.

Even Asgardians.

All slaughtered.

All staring blankly into the heavens, their dying eyes screaming the same silent question:

Why?

Thor's heart pounded.

He saw himself.

Kneeling before the woman and Loki.

And then—With one swift motion, she severed his body in two.

Thor gasped, his grip tightening on the balcony railing.

His dreams...

They were never mere dreams.

Each one had foretold the future—never once failing.

This was his bloodline's inheritance. The Odinsons were cursed with visions of fate.

But this time...

Who was she?

And why was Loki standing by her side, bowing like a servant to his queen?

Could Loki have found someone new? Some unknown force?

The probability was high.

Thor knew his brother too well. Loki always found a way to weave chaos into order.

Yet what troubled Thor most wasn't just the dream itself—It was the scale.

This wasn't just a war.

It was a massacre.

And the woman at its center wielded terrifying power.

Someone like that couldn't simply appear out of nowhere...

So why didn't he recognize her?

And more importantly—

Where was Odin?

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Where were his friends?

Where was Leon?

None of them appeared in his vision.

Had they stayed out of the conflict?

No. Impossible.

Leon and Natasha would never stand idly by. They were the Earth's protectors.

Thor had seen Midgardians among the fallen. Even the bodies of Earth's guardians lay scattered in the wreckage.

Which meant...

They had been there.

They had fought.

And they had lost.

Or...

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