The Disheartened Loki

Only after truly leaving Asgard did he realize how vast the universe was.

It felt as if he had leaped from the sea into the sky.

He no longer had to think about winning his father's approval, nor did he have to face that foolish elder brother. Everyone around him revolved around him. This was his own power, a force that belonged solely to him.

But he had not expected it.

Before he could carve out a world of his own and return to show that father his abilities, he heard news like this.

His father was dead.

Loki stood by the window, gazing at the gloomy city outside as he sipped a glass of red wine. A faint sadness lingered in him.

"Boss." A blue-skinned man suddenly barged in from outside.

"How many times have I told you?" Loki's expression twisted slightly as he turned and glared fiercely at the man. "Don't call me Boss. Call me sir! Understand?"

"Yes, Boss—no, sir." This alien was clearly not the sharpest tool in the shed. He rubbed his bald head and suddenly forgot why he had come in.

Loki's expression twisted even further.

He felt that subordinates like this were completely beneath his dignity.

But this Ziasian was the strongest fighter under his command.

"Did you get any news about what I asked you to investigate?" Loki prompted him.

"Yes." The Ziasian finally remembered, nodding repeatedly as he gazed at Loki with adoration. "As expected of our boss. We've investigated everything. Goddess of Death Hela really has begun attacking the Shi'a Empire. There are plenty of mercenary jobs over there now. Should we also—"

It was no wonder he worshiped Loki so much.

This entire matter had been orchestrated by Loki himself.

It was very simple.

He had merely tricked a