The Strongest Conquest System

"We're running out of time, so I'll leave you with one last thing," Loki's voice rang out with a playful edge.

However, his voice suddenly became earnest as he looked him directly in the eye and spoke his next words slowly.

"Don't even think about dying, Azmond... I'll haunt you forever if you do," Loki added, his tone light but with a hint of seriousness.

Azmond was about to reply to Loki's quip, but his vision suddenly blurred...

He felt himself falling, but before he hit the ground, a bright light engulfed him, and he disappeared from the pocket dimension.

....

"Do you think that he'll make it out of this predicament alive, Loki?" Thor's gruff voice sounded out, followed by him nitting his eyebrows together and looking in the direction Azmond was teleported.

"... Not a chance in hell will he make it to God's Domain in one piece" A confident, dry voice responded back.

A voice that sounded oddly like he was fretting over the mortals safety. If not just by a little bit...

The owner of that voice gazed out into the distance with his hands behind his back. A knowing look was plastered across his handsome face.

"However, if he does make it to God's Domain with his life intact, this is purely hypothetical, of course."

"But If this unlikely event does occur, I imagine he will be nowhere near the same person that he was when he went in... " An oddly concerned look formed on Loki's facial features.

"Hardships aplenty are waiting for him on the arduous path he is about to walk. Enough that he well lose... and lose... and lose even more of himself along the way." Loki's solemn voice echoed out.

....

He had already made his way back to one of the translucent chairs that surrounded the large chessboard. His hands began dancing elegantly across the board as he played his brother in another match.

A match no different than the previous uncountable number of matches they have already played. After all, there was not much else to do to pass the time

"As much as I dislike everything about that mortal, I will candidly admit to you that the time passed faster with him around" Thor's deep voice resounded out before the red giant took one good look at Loki and saw a melancholic aura pervading his immediate surroundings.

"What surprised me the most, 'brother'. Was that you never told him of your true self?" His gruff voice sounded out in a quizzical tone.

"... It's complicated." Loki said with a small frown.

He didn't like how his brother phrased his 'cautious' nature. He just didn't want to show a mortal his true self for personal reasons

"What was so complicated about revealing to that Azmond that you were in actuality a-" Thor's ridiculing voice sounded out before it was suddenly interrupted by two frail hands.

"Shut Up, Thor!! Or I swear I'll kill you!" A feminine voice practically erupted from Loki's previous location.

However, Loki was nowhere to be seen

The only person around Thor was a beautiful lady with long blonde hair and dazzling green eyeseyes that shone like the prettiest of jewels.

This woman had a voluptuous body that would make even an eunuch say, 'Woo wee!'. Her curves sloped down her body, like she was molded by the very gods themselves. Her tight-fitting Greek-style dress could never hope to conceal the lustful body that lay beneath it.

Sticking to every thin layer of fabric that separated a work of art from the outside world.

She had two sensual, milky white breasts the size of watermelons laying underneath that tight fitted white dress. So it was no surprise that mere clothing couldn't even begin to contain the two perky bunnies that lay beneath.

In spite of that, the rest of her body wasn't doing her any favors either, as her ass could be considered one of the first cardinal sins

It appeared so bouncy that one would think that if they flipped a coin on her two large, milky white pillows, the coin would bounce up higher than it was thrown from.

Her movements did nothing in the way of hiding the vibrations that rippled throughout her curvaceous figure with every single mannerism of hers.

Her body was in one wordthat of a succubus

However, the seductive body she possessed wasn't the most surprising thing about this blonde, busty girl. Rather, it was the face that sat above her smooth, glistening shoulders

She was beautiful.

She had a small button nose and light, red, supple lips that looked as if they would taste better than even the best of 5-star dishes. Her face contoured in the most perfect ways imaginable, as not a single blemish could be seen.

Her face was in every meaning of the word, 'Perfect'. Just as her body was the same.

In reality, that word wasn't enough to encapsulate the entire level of beauty she had. Her beauty was on such a level that even the gods would lust after her. It wouldn't just stop there, as they would lose all sense of reason in their pursuit of the blonde goddess.

However, their fates wouldn't be pretty; after all, this beauty was no pushover...

They would all be castrated the moment they looked at her with their disgusting, lecherous eyes.

The only reason that Thor was unaffected by her beauty was because they had known each other since time immemorial. That, and they were

Siblings!

That is correct; the blonde beauty and Loki were one and the same. This form of Loki's was her true form. A form that she never took out precisely for the scumbag gods up above that would do anything to get a taste.

She didn't even want to change into this form right now, but her emotions got the better of her when Thor mentioned Azmond again.

There was something about that mortal that always seemed to be capable of making Loki's emotions spiral out of control.