(AN: There was this question in the comments section why Elias was lying to his friends. Here's my answer: he lied to protect himself, to be precise, his personal life. He didn't act as a hero because he wants to but because it is a must. If he forced his way and lived like how he wanted to be, then what is the difference between him and a villain? Please don't forget the title of the book or the tags. Also, MC is no hero or villain. He's just a human with a Villain System.
PS. Comment if you think Vegeta Template is too OP, I just need to know your opinions.
Enjoy! )
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The moment Elias appeared, Asgard didn't notice, but the Allfather did.
Not with trumpets.
Not with alarms.
But with a pressure that sank into marble, into gold, into the bones of gods, only this time, Odin was alone to feel it since time stopped.
The under construct Bifrost chamber was frozen in suspended time—warriors mid-breath, light half-spilled, reality itself holding its posture.
At the entrance of the vault stood Loki facing Odin Allfather, spear in hand, eye sharp despite the stillness.
And before him—
A man in dark robes.
Not tall like a giant.
Not radiant like a god.
Yet the space around him seem to bend, as if the world had decided to lean away.
Elias inclined his head, slow and deliberate.
"We finally meet, Allfather."
Odin's visible eye narrowed.
Age had tempered him; this was no young king hungry for battle.
This was a ruler who chose peace after conquering nine realms, sealed his daughter, and survived the weight of prophecy.
"You address me with respect," Odin said, voice steady.
"Yet you trespass in my realm while time itself kneels. You also seemed to have anticipated our meeting. Tell me—who are you?"
Before Elias could answer, to his surprise Loki stepped forward.
His movement was stiff, but on point. His voice sounds totally scripted.
Good thing the system's script that unfolded before him is only visible to him and Elias.
"This is my Lord," Loki said, and the words landed.
"Elias Mercer."
The air thickened.
"The Dark Jedi of the Avengers, from Midgard"
A ripple passed through the chamber.
"The Necromancer—bearer of the Necronomicon Ex-Mortis."
Cold seeped into the walls.
"Lord of the Yautja Hunters."
A predator's gaze seemed to open and close in the dark.
"Lord of the Perfect Organisms."
Something clicked, like chitin sliding against thought.
"The Lich King—"
Even Odin's grip tightened.
"—and the owner of Mercer's Hearth."
That last title stumbled out of Loki's mouth.
Even he couldn't make it sound grand.
For half a heartbeat, Elias almost sighed in relief for having a normal title.
Then the system finished its work.
The aura hit.
Not an explosion—
a presence.
Layered. Ancient. Wrong in ways Odin had not felt since the first wars of creation.
It was not the titles that pressed on Odin's chest. It was the pressure behind them coming from Elias as the titles were presented.
Odin did not step back.
But he felt it.
"…So," Odin said carefully, "you are the one who stands behind my son."
Elias' expression had hardened, all levity burned away.
"Yes."
Odin studied him for a long moment.
"What do you want?"
Elias did not waste time.
"My generals attempted to outmaneuver me."
He spoke calmly, as if reciting a report.
"After the battle on Midgard, I ordered the retrieval of the Tesseract."
Odin listened
"They chose otherwise," Elias continued.
"They gave it to Thor. They asked him to guard it—despite knowing that refusal would compel me to send my forces to claim it instead."
A pause.
"They gambled. On you."
Odin concluded.
"I stopped time," Elias said evenly.
"to punished them. I've sent them to another universe to survive or die by their own merit."
Loki did not flinch. He already knew.
But Odin felt different, the way Elias casually said that he sent a group of people to another universe like it was a walk in the park, brings wariness from the Allfather.
"My army was supposed to invade Asgard because of them," Elias went on, "but it was cancelled because of him." Pointkng to Loki.
Odin's eye flicked to Loki.
Elias continued.
"Because he accepted to swear fealty."
Silence.
"He is now, my right hand candidate," Elias finished.
"Tasked to retrieve the Tesseract. I am here to claim it—and to grant him his reward and his new title."
Odin said nothing for several breaths.
Then he turned to Loki.
"Is this what you wish?" Odin asked quietly.
"Were you coerced? Controlled? Or otherwise convinced not of your will?"
Loki met his gaze.
"No."
The word was firm.
"I was controlled before though," Loki said. "By another. That is why I attacked Midgard."
Odin's expression darkened.
"Then why did you not speak in your defense during the trial?"
Loki laughed softly—without humor.
"Would anyone have believed me?"
He didn't wait.
"Mother would. Thor too."
His eyes sharpened.
"But not you. Not Asgard."
The words struck deeper than any blade.
Odin exhaled, long and heavy, centuries pouring out with the breath.
"…So be it," he said at last.
He turned back to Elias.
"I apologize for what you witnessed," Odin said. "I had no choice but to make sure."
Elias waved it away.
"You acted as a concerned father must, I shall let it slide in hopes that you do too in the future."
Odin inclined his head a fraction then agreed.
"What do you intend to do with my son?"
"For now?" Elias replied. "Nothing."
A pause.
"When the time comes," he added, "he will fulfill his duty."
Odin thought for a moment and studied Elias' expression, only after that did he accepted or acknowledged his words.
Then, after a moment, he asked quietly, "Were you also responsible for the previous halts of time?"
"Yes," Elias answered.
Odin almost asked more.
Almost demanded answers about paradox, consequence, the laws that punished even the wielder of the Eye of Agamotto.
So, he didn't.
Instead, he straightened.
"Then you are a guest of Asgard," Odin said.
"Why don't you visit properly next time. I would have my people meet you then."
Elias considered it.
"There will be a right time for that, yes," he said.
"For now, I must give Loki his reward and appoint his title."
Odin nodded once.
"Then go ahead. I shall watch, is that allowed?"
"Why not?" Elias' agrees.
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Before Elias could even speak, the system struck while the moment was at its most fragile.
A prompt forced itself into his vision—sharp, insistent, almost smug.
[Special Objective Generated!
Objective:
– Use Frostmourne and make Loki your right-hand, as one would knight a chosen warrior.
– Frostmourne's freezing and other powers will be temporarily sealed to prevent the death of the chosen right-hand.
– Follow the ritual steps precisely.
Punishment (Failure):
– Odin will reject your intentions and attempt to reclaim Loki by force.
– You will no longer be treated as a guest of Asgard.
– Thor will actively oppose you to free Loki.
Reward (Success):
– Odin will acknowledge your strength and judgment.
– Odin will believe Loki is in capable hands.
Additional Reward:
– ??? ]
Elias stared at the prompt in silence.
"…You really can't resist showing off," he muttered, eyes narrowing with dry sarcasm.
Still—annoying or not—he understood the implication.
This was not for Loki alone.
This was for the Allfather watching every breath, every movement, weighing whether Elias Mercer was a threat… or a ruler.
With a quiet exhale, Elias dismissed the prompt and turned toward Loki.
"Kneel."
The command was simple. Absolute.
Loki did not hesitate.
He lowered himself onto one knee before Elias, spine straight, expression solemn—far removed from mockery or defiance.
At the same time, a translucent system window appeared before Loki alone.
[You have been selected.
Title: Right-hand of the Lich King
Power Bestowal Pending...
Responsibilities announced momentarily]
Loki swallowed once—and accepted.
Elias reviewed the ritual steps one final time, then acted.
Frostmourne manifested in his grasp with a soundless scream, its presence instantly warping the air.
Even sealed, its aura was unmistakable. The temperature dipped. The light dimmed.
Odin stiffened.
That sensation—the ancient, suffocating wrongness—was not something one ignored.
Whatever this blade was, it was not merely a weapon.
Elias drove Frostmourne on the grounds of Asgard.
The blade pierced stone and metal alike, embedding itself upright before him.
He placed both hands upon the hilt and stood still, allowing the silence to stretch.
Only then did the ritual truly begin.
Kristen appeared beside him in a flash of cold-blue light, her expression formal, her posture rigid with purpose.
Elias lifted Frostmourne and raised it skyward, the blade catching lightning and cloud alike.
Slowly—deliberately—he lowered it and gently tapped Loki's left shoulder with the sharpened edge.
Kristen spoke—not loudly, but with authority that carried across realms.
"Do you, Loki of Asgard," she intoned,
"swear your fealty to the Frozen Throne, to the Icecrown Citadel of the Lich King, and to his Majesty—Elias Mercer?"
Loki lifted his gaze to Frostmourne, then to Elias.
"I do."
The words were spoken without irony.
Without hesitation.
Kristen nodded.
Elias lifted Frostmourne lowered it and gently tapped Loki's right shoulder this time.
Kristen continued.
"Do you swear to answer the Call—
to fulfill your duty as right-hand,
to prioritize the harmony of Asgard, the Nine Realms, the lands of Northrend, and of Mercer's Hearth in Midgard?"
Elias shifted the sword, lifting it until the hilt rested against his own chest, the blade pointing skyward once more.
This time, he spoke.
"I bestow upon you the power of Vegeta—Prince of the Saiyans, the Warrior race of Universe Seven."
His voice was calm. Steady.
"Do you accept this power… and its responsibilities?"
Loki did not look away.
"I do."
Elias turned the blade flat and held it inches from Loki's head.
And then—
The world answered.
Power erupted.
Loki's aura detonated outward in a violent surge, cracking the air as the sky darkened overhead.
Thunder rolled, lightning splitting the clouds above the realm of Asgard.
His black hair flared upward—then turned golden, electricity dancing wildly around his form.
A crushing pressure slammed outward.
Odin felt it immediately.
Not Elias.
Not Kristen.
Only Odin.
The sheer force pressed down upon the Allfather alone, forcing him to brace himself—eyes wide—not from pain, but from disbelief.
Then—
The pressure vanished.
Loki's hair shifted again, glowing crimson, his aura burning red but calm—divine.
The energy no longer felt like a crushing. Now it was a suffocating dread.
Odin's breath caught.
This was no pantheon he recognized. No Asgardian power. No cosmic authority he could name.
This was something else.
Something older he could not recognize… or perhaps simply beyond ehat was known.
And still—it wasn't over.
The crimson faded.
And Blue light surged.
Loki's hair turned azure, his aura sharp, controlled, overwhelming in its serenity.
For the first time in centuries—
Odin Allfather sweated.
Not from fear of Loki.
But from the realization of who granted him this power, surely, he must be stronger, right?
After all, with all that power, Loki would just be a right-hand.
Loki felt it too.
When he had reached Super Saiyan, he had believed he could save his mother.
When he had touched the power of a god, he believed he could rival Thor—perhaps even Odin.
Now?
He understood.
If this was what Elias permitted him to wield…
Just how strong was the Lich King himself?
Kristen raised her voice one final time.
"Arise, Loki of Asgard—
Right-hand of the Lich King, Elias Mercer."
Loki stood.
His aura faded. The sky calmed. The world exhaled.
A system prompt appeared before him.
[Congratulations!
You have acquired the Template: Vegeta (Prince of the Saiyans)
Accessible Forms:
– Super Saiyan
– Super Saiyan 2
Locked Forms:
– Super Saiyan 3
– Super Saiyan God
– Super Saiyan Blue
Restriction:
Access to higher forms requires explicit permission from Elias Mercer. ]
Loki read the prompt carefully and understood.
This was the hierarchy, a way to have control over him. Nothing was truly free.
He bowed.
"Thank you… Your Majesty."
Elias stiffened slightly, clearly intending to object—but Loki caught the hesitation instantly.
"If you truly intend to grant me autonomy," Loki said smoothly,
"then addressing you as such does not contradict your will. You did acknowledge me as your right-hand, after all."
"…Your Majesty."
Kristen shot Loki a look.
Elias stared at him for a moment—then laughed, awkward and unguarded.
"…Fine," he said, waving a hand. "Just—don't abuse it."
Kristen laughed too, the sound light and genuine, freed at last from the restraint Elias had once imposed.
Elias turned to Odin.
"I'll leave Loki in Asgard for now."
Odin inclined his head.
"You have my thanks… for accepting him," the Allfather said slowly.
"Asgard will be prepared to formalize any treaty with Northrend, oh and of Mercer's Hearth."
Elias nodded—and turned to leave.
"Your Majesty."
Loki stepped forward and extended the Tesseract.
"I believe you have tasked me to retrieve this."
Elias accepted it without comment.
Odin said nothing.
He only watched.
And when Elias vanished—
Odin turned to Loki, gaze heavy with intent.
"We need to talk."
Loki just smiled at him.
End of Chapter