Loki slowly woke up with a ringing headache and rubbed his head. He looked around and did not recognise his surroundings at all.
"Thor, you F*ucking son of a b*tch, I will kill you for that. Don't let me find you, you terrible piece of shit!! Little shit stabbed me in the back!!"
Loki tried to sit up, but his headache was not letting him.
"Damnit, I almost forgot I am a mage. Healing Magic for the win!!"
With that, he tried to channel his magic to heal his ever-growing headache.
'Why isn't it working?' Thinking to himself, he tried even harder but didn't feel anything at all.
Thinking it was Thor who messed with him, he tried a different lower-level spell, but that didn't work either.
Not feeling convinced, he tried to feel for magic running through his body, only to come to 2 shocking conclusions.
1. He did not have any magic or Ki at all.
2. This was not his body.
Just as he was reeling with shock, the headache kicked in with even higher intensity, making him scream out loud.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! WHAT IS HAPPENING!!!! MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!!!!"
Bang!!
Suddenly, the door of the room was kicked open and pouring in came a few people he did not recognise. But he had too much of a killer headache to think about it.
"Your Highness!! Are you okay?? Hurry, call the doctors!!!" Someone shouted in the background.
As the commotion in the background grew bigger and bigger, he fainted.
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After what seemed like a while, he woke up again in the unfamiliar room, but the difference was that he had a new set of memories in his head.
His name was Loki,
Loki Friedrich Alarich Maximilian Leopold Johann von Edelstern-Schattenkrone, Der Viergeborene Prinz und Hochwohlgeborene Erbe des Diamantenbesetzten Sternenzepters, Königlicher Bewahrer der Glänzenden Edelsteinpaläste.
or Loki Alarich von Edelstern for short.
He did not know who came up with such a long and ridiculous name, but he swore to find the bastard and beat him up.
Anyways, his name was Loki, and he was born to the bastard of a brother Thor, who successfully killed him and became the ruler of the nation instead. He also married like a dozen women after becoming the king, and started producing babies like a factory.
He was one of them, 4th one to be exact. In some sort of twisted humour or to get back at him. He named his son after him, Loki.
To the public, he was named after one of the legendary heroes who died due to injuries he got while fighting against the demon king.
But in reality, he was the most tormented child in the palace. He was thrown into the most desolate part of the palace and left to fend for himself.
He was constantly bullied, beaten and called trash by all his siblings except a few.
On top of it all, his father personally led the charge in tormenting him, and crippled his mana line, making sure he would never be able to wield the power of magic ever again in his life.
Then, his father threw him at the edge of the nation, in the most desolate town that shared a border with all the other races, with a command to conquer all the remaining nations.
But having never come out of the palace and having zero knowledge, he was terrible at it. He was so terrible that he was almost lynched to death by the people of the town.
Somehow surviving the ordeal, he came back to his mansion and started eating his food, only to choke on it and die a pathetic death.
Loki Alarich von Edelstern, 4th son of the Emperor, died at the tender age of 17, choking on a malasada bun.
Looking at the life journey of his counterpart, the only feeling Loki had in his heart was sadness. His whole existence was so sad that he did not have any words to describe it.
The boy had to suffer just because of the twisted sense of humour his father had.
Another thing that worried Loki was that this body was not capable of magic. Like it had zero magic, nada, nothing. Nothing at all.
And all he knew about was magic. He was so good and talented at magic that he never paid attention to any other discipline and considered them beneath his attention.
With clouds looming on the horizon, Loki kept thinking about multiple things as he started remembering more and more about how miserable his current life was.
Just as he was about to drown in despair, he heard a voice that sounded heavenly to his ears.
{Ding!! All requirements met. Activating the System!! Does the host bind the system to himself?}
"Yes!! Fuck Yes!! Bind it now!! Do you know how long I have been waiting for you, system? A whole lifetime!!!" Loki screamed in excitement after hearing the voice in his head.
Being a transmigrator in the world, he too thought in the beginning that he would have a system of his own, only to be disappointed later. He discovered that max level magic talent, and maybe that was his golden cheat, instead of the system.
Turns out, he had a system cheat after all. He, too, was one of the golden boys of the gods. He was about to take off flying.
{Ding!! Thank you for choosing the System host. Please wait, Binding in progress now...}
Loki waited patiently on the bed, waiting for the system to load, thinking it would finish in a couple of minutes, if not seconds.
Then, he waited for 4 hours.
"Why the fuck is it taking so long?!" Looking at the Sun that had already set on the horizon, he cursed out aloud. As if hearing his plea, he heard the voice in his head again.
{Ding!! Binding complete!! Welcome to System host!! You have become the first ever successful host of the 'Trash to Treasure System'!! It will change your life and make you a better person!!}
Loki: ???
Looking at the words that floated in front of his eyes. Loki felt as if he had thousands of beasts ran thorough his mind, trampling it, leaving him speechless for a while.