Be The Main God From Naruto

Wang Yan's body turned into particles and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Magneto King Eric waited for a while before asking: "Is he... still in this world?"

Charles closed his eyes, as if searching for Wang Yan's trace.

After a while, he opened his eyes helplessly and sighed: "He is everywhere."

I thought that after I became a reincarnation, I had made some progress, but everything about Wang Yan was like a flower in a mirror or a moon in water, and I couldn't see it clearly.

"I'm here this time to ask for your help."

Eric explained his purpose of coming, and shared the task with Charles, and temporarily formed a temporary two-person team with the other party.

"This task is a bit interesting."

A strange smile appeared on Charles' face: "Didn't you drug them?"

Although it was just a day for him, Eric has lived a very real life for more than seventy years.

As soon as he returned to the Marvel plane, he heard a lot of news about his old friends.

The other party especially likes to control people's hearts through the use of chemicals.

"Used."

Eric's old face seemed a little uneasy, and he said awkwardly: "The effect of drugs has a limit, and they are very resistant to drugs."

"You know, I can't give them the addictive kind of..."

"It's easy to turn people into waste."

I am afraid that in the entire Marvel plane, Magneto is the most qualified man on this topic.

Under his interference and influence, the Federation trained six generations of rebels to become addicts.

He knows better than anyone how crippled those people are.

"Understood, so you come to seek my opinion."

Charles smiled, and his tone was gentle: "Why don't you use 'love' to influence them?"

"like?"

Magneto blinked,

I feel like there might be something wrong with my ears.

But the old friend just nodded.

"When I was in the main god's space, a senior reincarnator named Orochimaru once said that 'love' is one of the top powers in the endless plane. As long as there is 'love', even an anti-human murderer will die." Can be washed off easily."

Charles didn't seem to be joking, and his expression gradually became serious: "I've read the profiles of Wanda and Pietro. They lack paternal love since they were young. You can use your identity as a 'father' to empathize with them."

Hearing this, Magneto felt that what Charles said was very reasonable, and he could try it.

Specific operation process?

He has his own set of rules, and he doesn't even need Charles to twist the hearts of Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver.

...

"Master Cthulhu, Master Magneto Eric of the think tank asked us to provide three actors to sneak into the warehouse and a script director who 'has no aura and will only work step by step'."

The assistant's voice rang in Loki's ears.

He waved his hands impatiently: "Don't bother me with such trivial matters."

"Then... shall we agree or not?"

the assistant asked timidly.

Loki grabbed the opponent's neckline with one hand.

He widened his eyes, pointed at his face with the other hand, and said hysterically, "Look at this face, what's your answer?"

"Answer... yes!"

The assistant who was treated roughly did not show any displeasure, but instead showed a strange sense of satisfaction on his face.

"Very well, it looks like your musty acid-soaked brain isn't stupid enough to suffocate."

Rocky waved his hand and drove out all the actors, fans and assistants who surrounded him.

I don't know if it is an illusion.

He felt that he was surrounded by psychopaths, and he felt uncomfortable if he didn't get scolded a few words every day.

"Inspiration, I need inspiration!"

Loki scratched his head and felt that his hairline seemed to be getting higher again.

But there's no need to worry about such a small thing.

What really troubled him was the lack of inspiration!

For more than seventy years, Rocky feels that his works have experienced serious homogenization.

Although his scripts and movies have always had a good reputation, and the audience's reputation is also good, but he himself is very dissatisfied!

He needs more experience, which can be an inexhaustible source of inspiration!

Sometimes, Loki was very envious of his brother who was full of muscles. He could make those ignorant women cheer and scream as long as he played games without thinking every day and showed off his tendons.

Unlike myself, who has to personally kill a large number of brain cells every day.

He even heard that several game developers have recently developed exclusive games for that idiot Thor...

snort.

Rocky is not jealous at all!

He has a specialization in art, and in the field of script directing, he is the best!

And, he will always be so good!

When Loki came back to his senses, he found that he had walked out of the studio.

The voices of people's discussions continued to flow into their ears.

"Today there is a live hunting match between God Eater Steve Rogers and Wolverine Logan on the surface world!"

"Really? For the past two months, I've been making up episodes at home and haven't watched the news much. I love them both so much!"

"Compared to Logan and Steve, I prefer God of War, Thor Kratos, that's the real man!"

"If I remember correctly, isn't Thor's surname Odinson?"

"Huh? Odinson, this surname is so familiar..."

"Could it be that the game anchor and Master Cthulhu belong to the same family?"

"My God! My Lord Cthulhu! You actually came out to go shopping in person! Can you sign me?"

Rocky looked at the fans and fans swarming in, his scalp was numb, and he used a magic trick to minimize his sense of existence.

Walking alone on the street, no one noticed his existence.

This feeling is really wonderful!

Loki's thoughts continued to diverge.

What will happen if this state of being ignored is maintained?

A new inspiration comes to mind.

He took out the notepad that he carried with him and wrote like flying.

Loki messily wrote the inspiration words that only he could understand: "Useless wood, the cat who travels through time and space, stone hat, bamboo dragonfly, arbitrary door..."

"Hey! Loki! Long time no see!"

A callused hand patted on the shoulder, interrupting the evil director's inspiration.

Familiar formula, familiar routine.

There is no one else who can see through his disguise tricks 100%.

Loki knew who it was without looking up.

His stupid brother, Thor Odinson!

"hehe."

Loki was grinning on his face, but his heart was full of embarrassment.

haven't seen you for a long time?

Obviously, this bastard only ate up all the ingredients he had stored last night, so he has the nerve to say such a thing!

"What's wrong with you? Are you stupid for writing scripts? Go out more and take a breath of fresh air, it's good for your health."

Thor rolled his right hand as he spoke, showing off his biceps.

He put his arms around the waist of a blond fan girl, showing off his affection.

Loki, who was stuffed with dog food, just wanted to beat him to death.

"Hello, my name is Jane Foster, and I often hear Thor mentioning you..."

The fan girl who was hugged by Thor behaved gracefully, without any shyness.

Loki looked at her expressionlessly, and without hesitation took down his elder brother's stage: "I think you will definitely not be able to get together in the end. For things like fuck fans, one has two, and you have many opponents. And You have to know that his real age is older than your grandfather."

Thor's face was dull, and he was about to say something, but his personal terminal kept beeping.

He looked down...

Message from Asgard.