Book Title: [Western Mythology] I Was Once Loki
Zhong Changye
Book Introduction:
An innocent and naive Evil God [unknown] who became amnesiac after losing his memories VS a Chaos Dark Lord [male] with an intense desire for control.
The shou's former identity was the Norse Evil God Loki, the gong's true form is the Chaos Serpent.
Wood was "kindly" taken in by the Boss when he passed by a private museum, obtaining a job as a security guard with room and board included.
The gears of fate began to turn, from then on, Wood was toyed with and tormented by all manner of (evil) gods and (otherworldly) deities, led by his boss.
The ancient gods still exist to this day; having lost their faith, they hide among us in human form.
Wood's POV:
My name is Wood. I have amnesia, I am homeless, I work as a security guard in a private museum, with room and board provided.
My boss is a beauty, but also a weirdo; he likes to get handsy with me, claiming it's just "routine maintenance"? (I don't believe him!)
Everything in the museum, including my boss, was bizarre, but the strangest thing was—
It seems everyone I meet recognizes me?
They call me "Loki."
Although I sometimes drink with Lucifer and have been repeatedly cornered by Cain for marriage proposals, Anubis takes the initiative to follow behind me.
I caught a cat named Jormungand while swimming in the sea, a loli calling herself Hela keeps chasing me, calling me Daddy.
But I firmly believe that I am just an ordinary young man with amnesia.
Until one day, Odin arrived with the gods of Asgard to surround the museum, Thor told me to get the hell out.
I wanted to call the police, but the boss sighed and pulled out a tissue to wipe the blood from my fingertips.
Don't move around; you'll have to pay for anything you break at full price~
I looked down and saw that the blood on the tissue had turned into a black, all-consuming flame.
I looked up and saw that the Boss had broken the third seal, revealing the true form of the Chaos Black Snake.
Boss's Perspective Blurb
I am an art enthusiast who runs a Private Museum. My exhibits include, but are not limited to, Shakespeare's quill, Lucifer's wings, Horus's cat; I also happened to adopt a little silly amnesiac.
He was very hardworking and capable, except for the fact that he would always unconsciously attract all sorts of things that shouldn't exist.
I could only continuously bind his body with various seals, contracts, runes, chains, to steady him and keep him for myself.
Until that day, when Odin led the gods of Asgard to attack, his memories restored, he stood before me, attempting to protect me.
I sighed and pulled out a tissue to wipe the blood from his fingertips: "Don't move around. You'll have to pay for anything you break~"
And—
Everyone, please head back; he is my private collection~ priceless~ not for sale!
Wood: Boss, why are nine out of ten evil gods in novels tentacled? And the remaining one is a snake form?
Boss: You don't like slimy things?
Wood.. I'm not a fan of tentacles.
Boss: Really? (Shocked) Let's go to the room and test it out.
Content Tags: Mpreg, Creative Concept, Group Favorite, Episodic, Mythology and Legends
Protagonist's perspective: Wood (Loki); Interaction: Boss; Supporting characters: Odin, Hela, Isis, Arthur, Merlin, Lilith.
Others: Mythology, Yokai, Weird, Demons, Folklore, etc.
One-sentence summary: So why do I faint at the sight of tentacles?
Theme: Exploring the unknowns of the world and seeking the secrets behind myths
Chapter 1: Seal of Osiris (1)
The air in economy class was a mixture of disinfectant, cheap perfume, the smell of fuel.
Andy woke from his sleep, glanced at the sea of clouds flowing outside the window, turned to the lady in the seat next to him, who had beautiful dark brown hair.
She was bowing her head, flipping through a hardcover book.
Hey!
Andy tried to make his voice sound casual and easygoing: ".. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, but the author of the book you are reading is my colleague.. In fact, I am an Egyptologist. Three days ago at this time, I was still working on archaeological excavations at an undisclosed ancient temple site in the Egyptian wilderness.. We originally thought it was a temple from the early Middle Kingdom of ancient Egypt, but as the excavations progressed.."
Sir, are you trying to pick me up, or are you simply showing off your vast knowledge of ancient Egyptian archaeology?
The lady looked up, politely interrupting Andy, his voice soft yet tinged with a hint of detachment.
At that moment, the fuselage jolted violently.
It was not ordinary turbulence caused by high-altitude air currents, but a violent vibration that felt almost tearing. The plane shook frantically and intensely in all directions, as if it had been seized by an invisible giant hand!
The overhead bins burst open, suitcases plummeted like rain. Screams from the passengers filled the cabin, oxygen masks dropped with a series of pops, swinging wildly with the violent jolting of the plane. Alarms wailed piercingly, the cabin was filled with the bone-chilling, screeching sounds of metal being forcibly twisted by immense pressure.
Andy endured the agonizing pain in his ribs as he grabbed his oxygen mask, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the sky outside the window was no longer the sky!
A massive meteorite, shrouded in hellish flames, was hurtling toward the plane, trailing a long tail of fire and debris!
BOOM—!!
The airplane was torn open by a massive hole, passengers who had not fastened their seatbelts were instantly sucked out of the cabin, vanishing into the high-speed airflow. Those secured to their seats by seatbelts could only watch helplessly amidst the screams as glass and steel were melted by the terrifyingly high temperatures, the scorching light gradually swallowing everything..
—Ah!
Andy woke up with a start, feeling as if he had just been fished out of the water; his heart raced, cold sweat soaked through his shirt.
(A dream? Or..)
Andy looked around, still shaken, as the cabin's soft lighting and the drowsy hum echoing in his ears met the scent of disinfectant, cheap perfume, fuel drifting through the air. Outside the window, the sunlight was bright, a sea of clouds flowed by.
(So, was everything just a dream?)
Rustle—
The soft sound of pages turning drifted from beside him.
Andy turned his head stiffly and saw the exact same scene from his dream: a lady with beautiful brownish-black long hair was bowing his head, reading a hardcover book about archaeological discoveries in Egypt!
(This..)
A massive sense of unease surged into his heart instantly.
Andy hurriedly fastened his seatbelt, reached into his suit jacket with his left hand, grabbed the precious item hidden in the inner pocket.
(That was..)
At that moment, a cool hand was placed on his thigh.
Andy froze, lifting his head in disbelief.
The lady sitting next to him was looking at him, his sky-blue eyes shimmering with an unfathomable calm.
You—
Before the words could even fade, the cabin suddenly began to shake violently without warning.
Immediately after, alarms shrieked, luggage crashed down, oxygen masks swung before terrified passengers, flames surged out like venomous snakes..
Everything was exactly as it had been in the dream, only even more cruel.
Sir—
Amidst the screams and chaos, the woman suddenly spoke.
His voice pierced through all the chaos and clamor with chilling clarity, as if seeing through everything.
That Seal does not belong to you. Return it to me at once.
..
..
Hi, I'm your old friend Wood. If this is your first time visiting my channel, you can click the button to subscribe, then you'll be my old friend too~ OK, before today's livestream officially begins, I'll give my new friends a brief introduction of myself as usual; old friends can skip this part~
After finishing his opening remarks, Wood cast a guilty glance around him, ensuring that no one or nothing had discovered him using his working hours to sneakily livestream. Once he was sure, he walked into the empty exhibition hall, holding his phone tripod.
I'm Wood, a night shift security guard at a Private Art Museum in New York. My Boss is obsessed with collecting occult artifacts and artworks—believe me, once you step through these doors, you're going to see a vast amount of incredible items. All the footage is live and unedited, without any post-production splicing or special effects! It's definitely not AI-generated! They are all real—ah! My phone! My phone!
The phone hit the floor, the livestream suddenly went black.
Wood raised his head in anger, glaring at the man who suddenly appeared before him, towering much taller than himself, but the moment he saw the man's face, his bravado vanished completely, his voice became stuttering: "B-Boss.. h-how did you.."
What do you think?
Wood, who was also holding a phone with a black screen in his hand, let out a cold snort and stepped on Wood's phone.
*Crack!*
The phone was ruined.
My phone! My phone! I just bought this new phone on an installment plan yesterday!! Aaaaaah!
Wood let out a groundhog scream.
Leaving your post during working hours and even attempting to use company resources to grow your You Tube subscriber count—I've been incredibly lenient by not notifying my lawyer to sue you, considering you've already smashed your phone! Now, get to my office; we need to have a serious talk!
Yes, Boss.
Wood followed the Boss through the showroom toward the office, looking pitiful, as the laughter of his "colleagues" rang out behind him.
Wood, you've made another mistake!
How many times have I told you, don't do bad things right under the Boss's nose? Now you've been taken to the Boss's office for private instruction again!
Being taken to the Boss's office for private instruction was his actual goal; after all, the Boss was handsome, had a great body, was quite generous.
Wood, why don't you consider becoming an Only Fans model? Your You Tube account has only had twenty-three subscribers in three months, all the private messages you receive ask if your profile picture is actually you. It shows you have great potential to become an online star.
Wood, your face is so cute, your body is enough to satisfy even the most picky Boss. If you went the Only Fans route, you would definitely become a big influencer very quickly. It's a pity you don't have legal status in America, you don't even remember your own name or where you come from. Having encountered a black-hearted capitalist Boss, he saw how good-looking and naive you are, so he gave you a job with room and board included.