Many people wanted to become gods. Put plainly, they craved power and longevity. But if one lacked neither, being human was naturally far more enjoyable.
Mount Olympus stood hundreds of thousands of meters tall, with clouds serving as its decorations. Yet only a handful of people here were qualified to drive flying chariots.
Becoming a god came with a mountain of rules. How could that compare to being human, where you could impersonate whoever you wanted?
"This chariot runs much faster than Thor's chariot." Loki was clearly delighted. He was no stranger to flying through the air, but flying around in front of a victim's family after doing something bad felt completely different.
Thrilling. Street racing was thrilling, and swaggering around in front of a murder victim's family was even more thrilling. The two kinds of excitement piled together, leaving him somewhat pleased.
"Thor's goat chariot isn't bad either. Didn't he claim it could travel from one end of the universe to the other in just seven days?"
Deathstroke held the reins and drove the classical chariot. Since it was a weapon of war, the Mercenary naturally knew how to operate it. Fundamentally, it was no different from a donkey cart.
"He made that up himself."
Loki rolled his eyes and punctured his brother's boast, waving his hand with an expression that said, Don't even mention it.
"Those two goats could probably run through the Nine Realms in seven days. A few decades ago, Thor still thought the Nine Realms were the entire universe. After learning the truth, he came to his senses and felt ashamed of all the bragging he'd done. Plenty of people knew the truth, but out of consideration for his status as the eldest prince, no one exposed him. He felt humiliated beyond measure and never