"Um, Sorcerer Supreme, could you...?"
Thor climbed to his feet, wanting to plead for that male Loki. He clearly had no idea what was going on.
With a flick of his wrist, Deathstroke shoved Thor behind him. His cape smacked Thor on the backside again, driving him farther away. Deathstroke kept his eyes on the enemy as he said, "Don't speak. I don't have time to explain it to you. Jessica, tell him what Kang the Conqueror did wrong that gave him away."
The female detective took off her helmet as well and raised a hand to scratch her hair. "The information I know is limited, but there's something wrong with this room. The real Loki can't use magic here. Now look at this illusion."
Grass grew, orioles sang—it was summer in Asgard, in that familiar little grove. All that was missing was Odin and Frigga smiling nearby.
Seeing Thor actually examining it seriously, the girl nodded and continued, "If magic didn't create this illusion, then it was technology. But would Loki, the Illusion Master, really study technology like virtual projections?"
Lady Loki curled her lips into a crooked smile, contempt written all over her face. "Obviously not. Technology has to follow logic. Its ceiling is far lower than magic's endless possibilities."
Su Ming, staring at the fake Loki, nodded as well. It felt like a state-banquet chef specializing in the eight great cuisines of China suddenly turning around to learn how to make hamburgers with Western cooking.
It would be understandable if a Mage from Kamar-Taj learned a few technological methods, but Loki never would.
Because he was a god—an Asgardian god.
If he wanted to play with technology, he would have done so back when he was in Asgard.
But he knew that the Aesir's twisted technological system