Loki is sentenced to reset above the Authority's courtroom.

He wanted to resist, but there was no magic here, or rather, magic couldn't work here.

Without magic, Loki's combat power is almost ninety percent. If it weren't for a middle-aged man from Morbius who spoke out for him, he would probably have turned into nothingness like the last person who was reset.

"Let's talk."

Morbius led Loki into a house and motioned for him to sit down and talk.

"What do you want to talk about?" Loki grabbed the lock of time around his neck and sat down in front of Morbius.

"Maybe you should know something before you talk." Morbius smiled, raised his hand and used the controller in his hand to wake up the screen of light and shadow that took up an entire wall.

The screen seemed to fast-forward, showing Loki everything since he was a child, which was supposed to be a long and boring movie, but strangely, the time of those pictures seemed to be compressed, and Loki was completely browsed.

However, the time in the vicinity was only a brief moment.

Time is fast and slow, and there is confusion here. Or rather, the time on that screen and in this place is not normal.

Loki's face gradually became gloomy and ugly when he saw what he was doing on the screen, and when he saw that he had shown himself on the screen to lead the way to the invading dark elves, which led to the death of his mother Friggia, this gloom and ugliness reached the extreme.

For Loki, all he values in his heart is his mother and that stupid brother, and the father God Odin can only be after the two.

He couldn't accept himself on the screen.

Of course, he has also realized at this moment that everything he experienced on that screen should be experienced by himself in another universe.

His mother is still alive and well!

Then he saw his sister Hela, the destruction of Asgard, the coming of Ragnarok, and the arrival of Thanos!

He saw himself on the screen dying at the hands of Thanos, and he also saw his brother's grief.

For a while, even if he knew that it was something that happened to another person, Loki couldn't help but feel some empathy.

Compared to the other self, his current life seems to be good?

At least his parents are still alive, and that stupid brother hasn't become one-eyed. As for Thanos, who killed him, he is now doing genetic specimens in Luke's laboratory.

The god-king Odin no longer fell into Odin's slumber often with Luke's help, and even his strength has increased dramatically, and Asgard, as part of the energy bank, has long surpassed the Asgard shown on the screen.

Loki, who has a lot of eyes, immediately thought, why did the other party show him such an image, because he wanted him to see how miserable he was in another world? Or does he think of himself as the Loki on the screen?

Are they mistaken?

Or is there another force that intervenes in the influence, causing their confusion?

Who is it?

Loki felt as if he had forgotten some important memories, and these memories had just happened!

The other party is very good at using time, so who is he who is good at manipulating time in his memory?

Supreme Mage!

Luke!

Three people popped into Loki's mind in an instant. The Ancient One and the Supreme Mage named Strange are both good at spying and controlling time, and under their unreserved openness, Luke, who is almost wearing a pair of pants with the group of mages, is extremely proficient in the skills of the Supreme Mage.

It's Luke!

Loki was almost instantaneous. Only Luke would do such a thing. What is the purpose of the other party using some means to graft his own experience from another universe onto him?

"It's weird."

Morbius looked a little strange and still sat down

Loki, who was pondering in the upper seat, frowned slightly.

"What?" Loki, who was interrupted by Morbius, raised his head, looked at Morbius who stood up opposite and asked.

"Based on our assessment of you, you shouldn't have been so calm. Is there anything else we haven't observed in time?" Morbius looked at the screen that stopped, and then at Loki, who was just ugly, and vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"So how am I supposed to behave? Scene? Or are you holding you hostage to make a fight here?" Loki didn't know what Luke was doing this for, but he instinctively disguised and acted, and he looked at Morbius mockingly, sarcastically.

"Anger is real." Morbius didn't care about Loki's sarcasm, and when he saw Loki's suppressed anger, he was slightly relieved, and he continued, "I advise you not to do something misleading here, such as holding me or anyone else hostage. Nothing makes sense.

But if you can do us a favor, then we might set you free afterwards. Do you want to hear it?"

"Don't you control time and do anything?" Loki smiled mockingly.

"If we really can do anything, then we are gods. It's a pity that we're just ordinary people." Morbius was unimpressed by Loki's taunts, and he looked at Loki expectantly.

"Tell me what kind of help needs the god of trickery to help you out." Loki held out his hand and motioned for Morbius to continue.

"A time fugitive. He's killed many of our Time Guards, and we need you to help us catch him." Morbius said succinctly.

"Although I think nothing can stump me, but there are so many smart people, why me?" Loki frowned.

"For you are the one who is committing evil. The other you!" Morbius replied softly in Loki's surprised look.

"Only Loki knows Loki best. So, would you like to help us?"

"I can try it and fight myself, it's fun." Loki thought to himself and spoke.

"Very well, if you can help us track down the killer of our members, then I will ask the judge to grant you some freedom." Morbius had a smile on his face.

Inside the hall.

Loki slipped a jacket on, looked at the Time Guards who had brought him around him, looked sideways at Morbius, and asked, "Where are we going?"

"To get to the first scene where the murder happened, we need to locate a timeline and then travel back in time." Morbius raised his hand and used his time controller to summon a door of light.

Loki's eyes swept over the controller in his hand, and he kept it in mind.