Loki woke up with a soft flutter in his eyelids.
His arms trembled as he strenuously pushed himself up and began to observe his surroundings with a stern gaze.
'So it worked after all…'
He tried waving his hands in an attempt to interact with the grey fog blanketing his legs on the floor while patiently sitting in the silence enveloping his surroundings.
'It feels like running your hands through a thick mist for some reason.'
After messing about for a few more seconds, Loki finally stopped and mumbled out loud.
"...who would've thought that redirecting the Honorific Names to what I assume was the Original Creator would work to allow me to access the Sefirah Castle."
"Did it work because the Sefirots haven't split from his body yet?"
Loki felt a slight chill at the thought that he involuntarily mumbled out while looking all around him, waiting for an old man to pop up and say that he was Santa Claus.
"Have I entered his body now then?"
Loki tried to concentrate on the vague memories of the final moments of the incident but didn't get any important clues directly.
'All I remember was that there was a large amount of wailing in agony.'
'What happened to the door anyway?'
Loki had a simple plan to escape from the door that was about to touch him.
If he couldn't fight the door directly given his ridiculously low sequence, and would get teleported away into the cosmos upon touching it, why couldn't he just make the door fight the Sefirot's pulling force on his spirit body instead?
Surely a uniqueness would lose against a Sefirot?
Loki's looking around stopped abruptly when he noticed a glass door standing calmly at a distance.
For a second he felt afraid about walking closer to it, but after realising that the Grey fog seemed to have frozen it stiff from fear, he calmed down and walked up to it.
Even after walking towards it, Loki still didn't carelessly touch it.
Instead he wrapped up a bit of the grey fog around his hands like simple mittens before he carefully brushed them against the glass surface of the door.
From so up close, Loki spotted the various motifs on the door that seamlessly flowed across its various dimensions. Stars glimmered from inside it as if trapped in an endless space held between the frames, planets and asteroids seemed to form rings around the stars, creating a garland of pearls that slowly circled the sources of light.
However that was not the end.
Almost as soon as Loki touched the door with the grey fog wrapped around his hands, the entire picture shifted, and instead of the outer cosmos being visible through its glass was a space that gave off an eerie sense of familiarity to Loki.
'The spirit world?'
Spirits big and small all travelled around, unbeknownst to the gaze of a being beyond their comprehension tracking their every move.
'So depending on what touches the door, it shows me a method to travel anywhere into that dimension?'
Loki pulled his hand back and the door remained frozen in its spirit world configuration making him wonder for a second about how it had gotten stuck in the cosmos before it found him.
'Did it do that itself?'
'...probably since I didn't see anyone else in the area around it.'
'Or maybe they were teleported into the cosmos and I stole the door from them before they could come back?'
Almost as soon as Loki thought the sentence, he felt something crack inside his body as a familiar feeling of warmth spread across his entire being.
"So I did steal it!?"
'But who'd want to go into the cosmos!? Willingly!?"
Feeling his potion fully digested but without any answer to his second question Loki could only remain silent in his speculations.
"But how am I even immune to the corruption from the Original Creator?" Loki mumbled out loud while staring at the door.
"The modified honorific name was supposed to be directed towards the Original Creator since only 'He' can be the Lord of the entire Universe. That was the only option I had at the time since I'd already confirmed that the Sefirots hadn't split from 'Him', which meant that as long as I invoked his name, there was a good chance that by the law of convergence of Beyonder Characteristics, I would be attracted to the Lord of the Mysteries Sefirot, the Sefirah Castle, which could be used to fight away the influence of the door."
"...but there was always the risk of becoming corrupted and reawakening the will of the Original Creator inside my body if I did that."
"Only, I seem to be immune to corruption even from 'Him' for some reason?"
Loki shivered involuntarily before sighing and thinking if he could use the door to locate the Original Creator's body or something and then talk to him about potentially sending him back to his original world or something similar, but shook his head.
'I can't take the risk because there could be some reason that the Original Creator didn't realise my presence originally and can actually still corrupt me through some way. After all, I still have to digest every potion I take and I don't get free digestion.'
'So even though I have some immunity to corruption, there should be a reason I still have to 'digest' the potions regardless.'
With his mind set, Loki looked around the Sefirah Castle for a while, pondering if he should start the Tarot Club to learn more about this new world before quickly shaking his head again.
'I don't even properly know the state of the world and if there are even any strong Beyonders that are not wonderful right now.'
'It'd only be an unnecessary risk to bring someone here that could be stronger than me in every way. I might not have Klein's luck in that regard.'
And so, Loki did the only thing left to do, he broke his connection with the Sefirah Castle and let his spirit body sink back into the real world, going through a healthy dose of wailings in the crimson light that engulfed his sight before landing back in his body safe and sound.
'Oh…I'm fully healed.'
In spite of not having taken his body into the Sefirah Castle, Loki found it to be fully healed for some bizarre reason.
'Someone just happened to stumble upon me in this pit and then healed me out of the kindness of their heart?'
'Yeah, righ-'
Loki's words froze as he looked up into the night sky.
There high above, instead of the familiar white moon that usually hung around like a bulb in the night sky was an unfamiliar crimson.
"What the hell…"
"Did I awaken the Original Creator and cause all the Sefirots to be taken away from their respective Great Old Ones?"
"...wait, is that why he didn't pay attention to me because every other Great Old One turned on him at once?"
Loki's blood chilled even though the unfamiliar icy chill of the door's uniqueness had long vanished, replaced by a familiar spring warmth.
"...what have I done…?"
…
Hermione looked at their new mission with some distaste.
"Are you alright, Mione?" Daphne asked softly, holding her friend's hand gently.
"Yeah, but, it's all just a bit mental, isn't it?"
Daphne remained silent for only a second before nodding. "Yeah, it is. I thought we'd be assigned to the front lines too."
"But what about you? Why do you have to come with us?" Hermione asked, turning towards her friend. "The Ministry doesn't have bad blood with your family, does it?"
Daphne shook her head, "It's not that simple. It's more about Fudge not wanting to offend the Malfoy's since they usually hold most of the palm greasing money. The Greengrass family only pays the Ministry enough to keep their seat and not anything more, well usually at least."
Hermione nodded, showing her understanding before whispering, "We won't be reading anything too dangerous, will we?"
"Oh, come on Mione, you don't need to be so scared! You advanced to Sequence 6 Scrolls Professor recently didn't you? That means you're stronger than most Beyonders out there then. And given that I will be by your side, you don't need to worry about being corrupted by a single thing."
But Hermione looked at Daphne with slightly comically teary eyes as she spoke hastily, "It's not myself I'm worried about…It's Ron. He's so dumb that he's barely able to follow orders in the potions book straight. I performed a divination yesterday and learnt that in the upcoming mission, he'll be the one in most danger because of the books!"
Daphne frowned at this, lightly, but frowned nonetheless before she spoke, "How did you divine that? My last divination showed me that our next mission will be smooth and without any troubles?"
"Huh?" Hermione looked genuinely confused at the disagreement. "Wait, let me perform the divination again and then you can see for yourself."
Daphne looked confused for a second but nodded nonetheless, waiting as Hermione let the topaz pendulum swing out of her sleeve before she began whispering the lines she wanted to divine about, only-
Daphne almost instantly grabbed Hermione's hands and stopped her with a strict whisper. "Hermione!?"
"...what happened?" Hermione asked slightly confused and partly disoriented because her divination was suddenly stopped.
"Where did you get this pendulum!?" Daphne explained her question while gripping the chain dangling from Hermione's arm tightly, preventing it from swinging.
"...I, I don't remember?" Hermione said softly, "I think it was a gift? During Christmas? From someone?"
With each word Hermione's eyes only trembled further as did Daphne's who spoke quietly.
"Let go of the pendulum Hermione, I think it is cursed…"
But Hermione refused, almost instantly grabbing onto it like it was her lifeline.
"No…no, I don't know what it is, but I have this feeling that I can't part with it."
The two girls looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds as several thoughts rushed past their heads.
Each flurry or explosion of thoughts could be simplified however to a single question.
Was Hermione's spiritual intuition warning her that the pendulum was to be trusted, or was it the pendulum tricking her into believing that it was to be trusted?
The strenuous silence was only broken however when Daphne placed forth a new question, "Can you at least let me examine the item Mione?"
Hermione closed her eyes, her mind rushing past several thoughts and questions in the moment before she opened them again and spoke calmly.
"You can…but please don't take it out of my sight…I have this feeling that, as long as the pendulum is away from me, something terrible will happen."
Daphne nodded, gulping audibly before gently slipping the silver topaz pendulum out of Hermione's hands.
They placed it on a desk in the empty classroom and began to quietly examine it from all angles.
"There are runes meaning 'connection' carved into the links." Hermione noted while Daphne spoke of her own observation, "Spiritually, the pendulum reflects a bizarre state of balance between good luck and misfortune."
With their preliminary examination finishing, both leaned in closer to get a better view of their object of observation.
Hermione wrapped the chain in a blanket of her spirituality as she observed the runes that shimmered to the surface because of that, while Daphne's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she lazily held her hand above the chain, keeping it as still as a calm lake.
Just as they were about to study the chain with more precision however, there was a sudden knock on their classroom door.
"Miss Granger?"
'Shit!' Both Hermione and Daphne thought at the same time as they quickly stuffed the silver topaz pendulum into Hermione's sleeve before she spoke up rather normally, completely hiding the fact that she had just been experimenting with a Beyonder item of unknown origins.
"Yes, Professor McGonagall?"
Daphne hung back while Hermione quickly opened the door as she looked outside, except, both the girls froze as soon as the door was opened.
"..but-"
Hermione's voice got caught in her throat as she looked at Daphne only to have the same confusion reflected back at her.
"Where's Professor McGonagall…?"
"...I, don't know." Daphne mumbled out before grabbing Hermione's hand and dragging themselves towards the Deputy Headmistress's office.
They knocked politely on the door and when they heard the Professor's rather surprised voice from the other side asking them to enter, they rushed inside.
"You called us Professor?" Hermione asked immediately without regard for her breathlessness from rushing all the way here.
McGonagall frowned in confusion before shaking her head, "No, Miss Granger, I did not." She paused for a second as her eyes turned deeper, clearly examining the two students in front of her with spirit vision before she stopped and asked back, "Have you been caught up in a prank by the twins perhaps?"
Hermione and Daphne looked at each other, and decided to keep the pendulum a secret for now before they laughed slightly and pretended to have been caught in an embarrassing situation.
McGonagall didn't make things awkward and spoke quickly, "I was just about to go out looking for you girls, your mission assignment has changed slightly due to sudden circumstances."
"Oh?" Hermione asked softly, her arm trembling slightly as she looked at the letter McGonagall was holding.
"Do either of you know someone named Dominic Shacklebolt? His father has been cursed by a strange book about an evil god…"
"Which God, if I may ask, professor?"
"...someone called Mr. Error."
…
Harry looked at the two straw dolls in front of himself with slight unease.
"Why're you looking so guilty!! It's not your fault we ended up like this!! It's all that slimy git's fault!" One of the dolls attempted to shout but given its small form, it sounded more like a squeak.
Harry bit his lips to hold his laughter back, making him look funny as the other straw doll finally bent over and broke into a fit of undying laughter.
"Haha James, you sound like a bird!"
"Eh~ It's obviously that slimy git's fault!!! He was the one that gave me this body!!"
"Stop! Stop! Don't speak anymore!! I can't hold it in, I might break out of this straw doll!!! Look, even Harry's barely holding it in!!!"
"No one was born to stop the great me!!!" Doll James finally exclaimed while striking a strong man pose which finally broke Harry's resolve as he too burst out laughing.
The two straw dolls shared a glance before quickly rushing up and climbing onto Harry's shoulders.
"Didn't expect you to become a Sequence 4 Demigod so soon…" James said softly while pressing onto Harry's cheek with his boneless hands.
Harry giggled again before shaking his head and explaining, "It was all mostly possible because Professor Dumbledore helped me so much."
"Oh? The Headmaster did?" Lily interjected from the side, seemingly interested in this new piece of information, "I thought, Snape…"
"Professor Snape? No way…all he's done since I've come to the school is find newer reasons to take points away from Gryffindor because of me….he once even took points away because apparently you can't bring library books out of the school for some reason…"
"Hmm…" Lily's voice turned into a low growl that sent a dangerous feeling in both the boys by her side. But almost immediately it was replaced by a chirpy voice, "Then let's go thank the headmaster for taking care of you all this time."
Harry laughed a little lightheartedly as he spoke, "Sure. I had to meet him anyway since I think I've come close to digesting my Sequence 4 Demon Hunter potion."
As Harry quickly put on a sweater from Mrs. Weasley because of how cold it was outside the dormitory, he explained where he'd gotten it from to his mother.
"So the Weasleys helped you all this time? I thought you lived with Dumbledore?" James asked, confused.
"Oh, no, I live with the Dursleys."
"The Dursleys?" Lily asked with even more confusion.
"You don't know them, mum?" Harry asked, confused before assuming that Aunt Petunia had married after his parents passed away, "Aunt Petunia married Vernon Dursley…"
Except both James and Lily looked at each other in confusion before looking back at Harry as Lily asked, "Petunia? Who's that?"
Harry's eyes suddenly widened with shock.
"What?"
…
Loki looked around himself with slight confusion as he pondered about where he would go next.
"Should I just pick a random direction and travel that way and let the Convergence of Beyonder Characteristics lead me to the next sequence ingredients?"
Loki thought about it for a while before shaking his head, "No, that's too risky since I don't know who or even what I'll encounter in the time I'm waiting."
'But can I do something better?'
Loki thought about it and then quickly performed the Original Creator Sefirah Castle ritual to enter the Sefirot where he moved towards the glass door he had as a part of himself that he touched after wrapping his hand in the grey fog.
Loki then used cogitation to focus his mind, spirit and body before he spoke calmly as if he were performing a divination.
"The location of the Beyonder Characteristics for my next Sequence, Swindler."
The picturesque scene in the door of the Spirit World remained bolted for a few moments before it jittered and dissolved to reveal a new scenario, one of a man adventuring.
'So that is the person who has my next beyonder characteristics?'
Only, as soon as Loki thought so, he found the scene within the door changing rapidly.
Two more people soon met up with the man in the dead of the night, causing him to pause and begin speaking to them with smiles of joy as he seemed to explain something of importance.
The two other men looked at each other with some wariness, before nodding and accepting the strangely jovial man on their journey towards their village.
It didn't take long after that that a massacre occurred.
The jovial man was a swindler.
Not the kind that swindled you out of your money, but of the kind that could manipulate his appearance to swindle you out of your life.
The man was a man eating chameleon.
And it ate up everyone inside the village during the night when they were all asleep.
'...'
'So a swindling killer then?'
Loki shivered a little after seeing the carnage that remained once the swindler was done with killing everyone in the village. It made him feel a deep sense of disparity between their abilities, their methodologies and above all their skill.
While Loki could've achieved the same outcome, he knew at his level he, at the very least, needed the help of an external distraction to keep everyone busy while he took them out one by one.
But his current enemy seemed to have been able to do it without any distractions in a matter of minutes. Everything was quick, efficient and soundless.
The swindler first took out any babies that could wake up their parents due to sounds, then any children that might wake up randomly, and finally the parents who were sound asleep.
He did so while moving from house to house, tiptoeing across ledges, walking acrobatically on the thinnest of beams while using his superior physical strength to perform the most riskiest of leaps through windows to arrive at his destinations.
It was as if the Swindler had swindled the silence of the night into making no noise regardless of what he did.
Even Loki remained silent throughout.
His hands trembled as he tried to figure out what he could do to help. But nothing came to mind immediately.
Even if he risked touching the door right now and teleporting directly to the location of the view in the door, he wasn't sure if his body would be brought along with him. And without his body moving with him, he couldn't do much in the real world, let alone warning anyone about the tragedy headed their way.
Finally, after the last of the people in the village were killed, Loki simply closed his eyes and returned to the world outside the Sefirah castle.
Inside the familiar pit he'd carved into the earth.
'...what do I do?'
…
"It's been a long time since I've written in my diary but here I am.."
"I don't really remember why I stopped writing in this book, my last diary entry is about me going on an urgent mission to Knockturn Alley at the end of my fourth year…"
"Did something happen back then for me to stop writing?"
"I don't really know…"
"Perhaps I was just a little too busy…"
"Anyway, the reason I've started writing again is because of two important reasons, first because we're going on a new important mission at the end of today."
"Apparantly our senior, Dominic Shakelbolt's father has been taken hostage by a cursed book. We're going to head towards the area he is currently held captive to rescue him by helping in studying the book while other experienced Unspeakables make sure that the book doesn't cause an even greater problem as we study its abilities."
"Ron and Harry however will be sent out of the country for a while, apparently to curtail dissent among the general populace that have been fighting each other because of the provocations of various devils who wait for their deaths to harvest their souls."
"But the second and more important reason for me starting to write in my diary again is because I want to digest my potion."
"I was surprised when I drank the potion and almost immediately digested more than half of it."
"According to Professor McGonagall that was because of Pre-Acting. A term used to describe a state where someone fulfilled the acting conditions of a potion before even consuming it."
"Professor McGonagall thought it was because of my habit of helping everyone with their studies like a professor and studying advanced knowledge scrolls and tomes in the library."
"As such, to improve the digestion of my potion, I'm taking to the role of a scribe, writing down anything of importance and recording all that I see to improve my chances of digesting my potion faster."
"..."
"Apart from all that, for some reason, I feel a strange sense of stuffiness recently whenever I think about 'Him'."
"It almost feels like 'He' has changed."
"I don't know why I feel that way, since I've never known 'Him' personally, but it does feel different."
"Either way, I should go to sleep now since I should be in perfect condition for the evening."
"If Dominic's parents have been targeted, will mine be too?"
…
"What do you mean by that Professor? How can they simply forget about it!? How can mom just forget her sister!?"
Dumbledore stroked his beard gently as he spoke in a measured tone.
"I do not know much about the ritual or magic to resurrect the dead by binding their souls to mediums. Perhaps their memories were lost when they lost their beyonder Characteristics after death? After all, plenty of living can vouch for their connections before they died."
Lily looked at Dumbledore with suspicion while James held his chin and spoke in a slightly confused voice, "So Snape did something to us…?"
"Oh, come on James. Don't blame Severus for everything." Lily kicked his shin.
Harry however had his own worries.
Were the people in front of him still the same people he should've known? Were they really the souls of his mom and dad or just an amalgamation of remnants from the wand that took their lives?
Just as his mind was about to fall into a deathly spiral, he felt a calming sensation pass over him causing him to look at Dumbledore in confusion.
"Don't mistake imagination for reality Harry."
Harry's eyes widened slightly before he calmly nodded, waiting for any new instructions Dumbledore might have for him.
"Perfect. I require you to help Professor Snape on his next mission."
"Professor Snape?" Harry asked, slightly worried, thinking back to the annoying glare he'd faced when Lily told Snape that she'd like to be with Harry for now.
"Yes, Harry, Professor Snape. With this mission, you can finish digesting your potion and finally advance to Sequence 3 Silver Knight."
Harry nodded and stayed silent to allow Dumbledore to explain.
Internally however he felt jubilant.
He'd heard from Hermione how few people had actually crossed the threshold of Sequence 4 in the Beyonder world since even Hogwarts professors had mostly only reached Sequence 3.
"This mission will require you to hunt down the rogue Death Eaters and Devils on the front lines. Professor Snape will decide your targets, while you will help him reach those targets so that they can either be turned to our side or at least deemed unfit for further contributions on either side. This should be the fastest way for you to digest whatever is left of your potion."
Harry nodded and after getting Professor Snape's location from Dumbledore, set off towards the dungeons to meet the bat.
…
"You must fulfill my wish now, Severus, for I have yours."
Kneeling in front of an altar depicting the Moon, Snape remained bowed with his eyes closed, paying attention to the feminine voice ringing lightly at the edge of his ears.
"What can I do?" Snape asked calmly without any arguments.
"'He' will have an opportunity to revive soon. And to do so, he'll need an opportune moment of distraction."
"'He'?" Snape asked, slightly confused.
"'He' is my benefactor and also yours." The voice replied back.
Snape, still puzzled, nodded nonetheless before asking once again, "What level of distraction must I create?"
The voice on the other end paused for a few seconds before speaking up.
"All you have to do is to make sure that the True Gods of each pathway on the planet don't realise the true source of the Originator of Chaos in the coming times."
"Originator of Chaos?" Snape asked again, slightly puzzled.
"Times have already shifted in 'His' favour. And so the river of all life will move towards his pointed direction. The only thing we can do is to prevent anyone else from recognising 'His' presence."
Snape tried to decipher the contents of the vague prophecy like words he had just been fed but failed rather easily since he had never heard of someone referred to as the 'Originator of Chaos' in mysticism.
A sharp knock disturbed his conversation however which led him to quickly clear up the altar and move back to his desk from where he flicked his wand to pull open the door in between him and his guest.
"Yes?" Snape asked softly, with a rather clearly annoyed expression when he saw Harry and his two parents riding on his shoulders.
"Professor Dumbledore wanted me to hand you this letter." Harry said, giving the letter to Snape and patiently waiting in the shadowy dungeon.
Snape read the letter once over as the feminine voice from before spoke into his mind.
'You can use this to create chaos and distract everyone from the true source.'
'What about those on the Arbiter Pathway?' Snape asked back.
'Leave them to me...'
…
Loki looked back at the door in front of him.
His mind wandered over the different ways he could take out the swindler in front of him but all such thoughts eventually ended with the same conclusion, 'As long as I can't touch him, I can't do any damage.'
'But if I can…then I might be able to end him before he knows anything about it.'
Loki finally broke out of cogitation and then performed another pseudo divination to test his information.
"The current location of my body."
Loki repeated the statement seven times before the door changed its location back to the pit where his body was.
After the image in the glass door stabilised, Loki got rid of the grey fog and quickly brushed his ethereal spirit body hand over the door's surface.
The world spun around him for a second before he vanished and reappeared outside the Sefirah Castle, right at the location of his body which was standing in the final counter clockwise step it had taken to enter the Sefirah Castle.
Loki tried pulling away the leather water bottle and managed to unclip it from his belt, but anything heavier proved to be a Sisyphean task for him.
'So I can at most carry around a few hundred grams from one place to another.'
'Can I take things back to the Sefirah Castle?'
Loki held the leather water can close to himself and promptly tugged on the vague feeling of belonging he had inside the Sefirah Castle and found himself inside it, right in front of the glass door.
Loki looked at the leather water can in his hands and mumbled softly, 'Ok. I can teleport back into the castle and bring items along with me…'
'So this is just a better version of the Klein self prayer teleportation ritual since it allows me to travel to anywhere I can divine about.'
'But how do I take the swindler out with all this…?'
Loki looked at the setup around him as a simple but efficient plan popped up inside his mind.
'I can do that.'
'That'll be easy and still allow me to extricate myself if things go wrong somehow.'
'I only need to be able to lower his guard by letting him sleep and then once he's sound asleep simply stab his neck and kill him as soon as possible.'
'Once that is done, I just take the beyonder characteristics that form and leave the place none the wiser.'
And so began Loki's strenuous plan to stalk the Swindler that was going around looting the random people he'd killed in a random village.
And by the end of the night, Loki found himself with the most perfect opportunity to get the Swindler.
'He's taking a rest after having looted the village?' Loki noticed after the Swindler dropped a bag filled with valuables in the messy undergrowth of a particularly thick bush near which he set up a short camp and fell asleep after a night of 'hard work'.
Loki took a deep breath in and quietly returned to the real world himself. He'd gathered enough information about the Swindler's habits to know exactly how he would move in case he sensed danger, which was why Loki was currently grabbing the spoils of his earlier fight in the forest, the Sequence 7 Nightmare Beyonder Characteristics that he had sealed inside a small pouch.
Loki reappeared inside the Sefirah Castle and quickly teleported to the site of the Swindler sleeping peacefully.
As soon as he did, Loki poured in a ton of spirituality into the Beyonder Characteristic he was holding, causing everyone in its vicinity to fall into a simple dream, including Loki.
However, only Loki knew for a fact that the scene in front of him was currently a dream, and so Loki exploited it ruthlessly.
Almost as soon as the dream began, Loki appeared in front of the Swindler and attacked his head with a rock with all his strength.
Hearing the noise and the strong sense of danger the Swindler's eyes snapped open as he analysed the situation quickly before rolling out of the way of the rock falling on his face.
In the next immediate moment, the swindler grabbed a fistful of dust and tossed it at Loki in the dark, causing him to forcibly close his eyes which further allowed the swindler to speak quickly, "Allowing me to kill you is in your best interests."
The words, as nonsensical as they seemed, made perfect sense to Loki in that moment as he froze up with a glaze covering his eyes as he allowed the swindler to walk up to him and stab him in his guts.
The knife would've stabbed his guts had Loki truly been there with his real body. But he was currently only a spirit through whom physical attacks simply phased through, and since it was all a dream, Loki had the perfect chance to counter attack as soon as the dream was broken.
The Swindler, still revelling in his joy of overthrowing his attacker, missed the fact that the real attacker was right in front of him and was completely unharmed all this time.
So with a plainly open view of the Swindler's front, Loki jabbed his sharp knife into his neck and twisted it open for blood to flow out in hordes.
The swindler quickly grabbed his neck, hoping to stop the jarring destruction of his body, but even before he could try and take a fresh gulp of air, he choked on his own blood and collapsed to the floor.
A puddle of blood formed underneath his head as the man twitched for a few seconds before going into a permanent rest.
Loki stared at the dead man calmly.
His breathing was slightly uneven because of having used so much spirituality to keep up the dream, but other than that, Loki's eyes only stared at the spot the Swindler Beyonder Characteristic was forming soundlessly.
'Only eight more sequences until I become a true God, and only one more after that to become a Great Old One and a pillar…'
'Maybe after that I could even accommodate the God Almighty Pathway since I'm immune to corruption for some reason…'
'Could I become the Original Creator myself?'
…