After passing through a corridor littered with bodies sprawled every which way, the group quickly found Lorelei in the president's office.
This woman from the Asgardian Realm had somehow found a dress woven from countless diamonds and gold threads, which she was now wearing.
Through its narrow gaps and mesh, large swathes of her bare skin could be clearly seen.
On top of that, she wore what might have been a beauty pageant winner's crown, along with a pair of diamond-studded High Heels.
Her fingers, neck, wrists, ankles, earlobes, and other places were draped in all manner of expensive jewelry.
What was more, the floor and tables were piled with countless gold bars, gold bricks, and gemstones of every color, making it look as though she had just looted a bank vault and jewelry store.
Under the White House's bright lights, those things gave off a dazzling brilliance...
"My goodness! Her taste is truly awful." Skye was the first to clutch her forehead and complain.
Even Allen, who had long been mentally prepared for this, could not help the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.
He truly could not understand why Asgard's technology and magic were clearly so advanced, yet always gave people the impression that it was stuck in a backward medieval feudal age.
Of course, that might have had something to do with their exceptionally long lifespans.
After all, Asgardians lived for several thousand years on average.
Compared to other races, several thousand years was enough to progress from primitive agriculture to space travel, but the Asgardians had only just seen off one generation.
Thus, whether in terms of their ideas or their institutions, they remained in a fairly primitive and backward state.
The clearest examples were the various jokes Thor had caused when he was