A Cross-Dressing Psychopath? I Know You, but They Apparently Don't

Loki slowly walked out of the banquet hall, using a Costume Change Spell to transform his suit into Asgardian attire.

A cape draped over his back, a pair of large golden horns rested atop his head, and the scepter in his hand lengthened into a weapon better suited for combat.

Just then, a car drove in from the street and encountered the chaotic crowd.

The driver, at a loss, began honking his horn. Loki casually raised his scepter and fired a blue energy blast, destroying the car.

Several flashes of light flickered as Loki created three illusory duplicates. Together with his main body, they surrounded the panicked crowd from four different directions.

"Get on your knees," Loki said flatly.

The crowd had no idea what he meant. Not one person knelt, and they only thought this dangerous cross-dresser was mentally ill.

"I said..." The four Lokis simultaneously struck the ground with their scepters. The gems atop them emitted dazzling blue light. "Kneel."

Loki's roar made everyone's hearts tremble. Slowly, they bent their knees and fell to the ground in a sea of kneeling figures.

Seeing this, Loki smiled in satisfaction, spread his arms, and basked in the crowd's worship.

"Isn't this simpler? Isn't this your nature?

This is humanity's unspoken nature. You crave conquest.

The bright temptation of freedom has stripped the joy from your lives, driving you madly to pursue power and individuality.

You were born to be ruled. In the end, you will always bow your heads and submit."

At that moment, a balding old man stood up. He looked calmly at Loki. "But not to men like you."

"There has never been anyone like me." Loki's smile grew even brighter. Past rulers had all been human, but he was a god—a god with an endless lifespan. The