The rainbow light descended, and Heisenberg returned to Heimdall's side.
Heimdall smiled appreciatively.
"You've mastered it far faster than I expected. It seems you have an innate talent for sensing energy."
"Not just energy. If I want to, I seem to have an absolute talent for everything!"
Heisenberg quipped, casually returning the Sword of Bifröst to Heimdall.
"I can guess the next steps. The power of transmission from the sword just needs to be activated by my spells.
So, tell me about the magic."
"It's quite simple, Your Majesty!"
Heimdall immediately taught Heisenberg the Vanir spell to harness the Bifröst's power.
After a brief explanation, Heimdall summarized:
"This spell was developed after Lady Frigga arrived in Asgard, modifying traditional Vanir magic.
The spell itself means, in the Vanir tongue…"
"Let us fall into the abyss, for the abyss is everywhere!"
Before Heimdall could explain, Heisenberg answered, his multilingual system allowing him to understand the spell's meaning.
"Correct, Your Majesty. It seems you've studied the Vanir thoroughly.
This Abyss Spell is typically used for small-scale Bifröst teleportation, involving a few or at most a dozen people.
For large-scale teleportation, like Lady Frigga's spell before the war, which moved 220,000 Asgardian troops, there's a unique incantation."
"What is it?"
"Recite this in ancient Vanir:
'With my wings, rise on the wind; with my oars, plunge against the current!'"
"A Germanic-style couplet. Got it!"
Heisenberg nodded and silently recited the words.
At first, no matter how he chanted, the energy fluctuations akin to the sword's were hard to control.
But even the slightest energy change was swiftly detected by Heisenberg's extraordinary senses.
Through constant trial and error, within just two minutes, Heisenberg smiled in satisfaction.
The ancient Vanir spells, similar to Germanic dialects, were easier to master than expected.
Heisenberg softly recited the Abyss Spell, and in an instant, the rainbow light sent him back to his theater!
Moments later, Heisenberg returned to Heimdall, patting his shoulder.
"Easier than I thought!"
"Of course, Your Majesty. Your divine power is like the sun—limitless. Naturally, you can withstand the spell's side effects.
If it were me, even the Abyss Spell alone would leave me dizzy for five minutes, let alone the more powerful, large-scale Bifröst."
Heimdall paused, then explained,
"Also, Your Majesty, you may have already sensed it.
The Bifröst, though we call it that, isn't unique to Asgard.
Asgard's Bifröst is merely a larger gathering point for this cosmic energy.
So, whether Asgard exists or not, even in other universes, you can use these spells to connect to the warp power of that universe.
It'll just consume more divine power!"
"Understood." Heisenberg nodded.
During his practice, he'd indeed felt what Heimdall described.
When he channeled the warp power, it wasn't just Asgard's Bifröst responding.
Countless forces across the cosmos were connecting with him.
This explained why even if Asgard were destroyed, Thor could still use the Bifröst to teleport.
Because the Bifröst wasn't exclusive to the Aesir—it was their specialty!
A crucial distinction. Now, Heisenberg had a universal teleportation ability across all universes!
And this was something ancient sorcery couldn't achieve.
Ancient sorcery, like the Infinity Stones, borrowed power from Eternals and Vishanti.
If Heisenberg took them to the DC universe, where Eternals and Vishanti didn't exist, they'd be useless.
So, gaining the Bifröst thrilled Heisenberg—he'd saved on Origin Matter.
No need to exchange for universal teleportation methods.
After mastering the Bifröst, Heisenberg looked around, then at Heimdall.
"For now, Asgard doesn't need me.
I'll rest on Earth. Asgard is yours.
Rebuild the city and palace. You know the reward and punishment systems better than I do—no need for special instructions.
Just keep me updated on Hela.
The princess's mind is a mess, and without divine power to heal, she'll be unconscious for at least three days.
When she wakes, let me know. I'll return promptly to prevent her from doing something unacceptable in her rage.
That's all."
Heisenberg patted Heimdall's shoulder, then glanced at the palace, where Frigga stood watching.
"Tell Frigga the divine hierarchy remains unchanged. She keeps her rights and duties.
Also, once Asgard is rebuilt, I'll craft my armor personally. No need for her to worry.
I'm off."
As he spoke, the Bifröst light flared, and Heisenberg vanished.
After he left, Heimdall nodded thoughtfully.
"This ruler's desire for control is far lower than I imagined. Truly a gift of fate."
Muttering, he headed to the palace to brief Frigga on Heisenberg's instructions.
Meanwhile, Frigga had already sent servants to move the unconscious Hela, still face-down in the dirt, to her barely intact chambers to rest.
…
On Earth.
Heisenberg didn't go home directly. Instead, he used the Bifröst to appear near Sigmund.
Patting Sigmund's shoulder, he casually instructed,
"After dealing with the remaining Chitauri, bring everyone to New York to find me."
"Yes!"
Sigmund saluted, and Heisenberg turned to leave.
In the next instant, he was back in his courtyard, lounging in his chair, basking in the sun.
Now holding the Solar God's divine position, the sun's effects on him were amplified. His body radiated power, warming him from within.
It felt incredibly soothing.
Soon, Heisenberg fell into a deep sleep.
While he rested, the world remained in chaos.
But Earth's chaos was no longer fear of aliens.
It had turned into greed for alien technology!
Even now, countless unscathed "lucky ones" were rushing to Chitauri battle sites, scavenging countless alien materials and tech!
The U.S. government tried to seize all alien-related items.
But they were powerless.
The alien invasion was too vast!
Spanning at least fourteen states, affecting over seventy-two cities. With the war still ongoing, there was no way to fully secure such a vast area.
Countless Chitauri tech products fell into the hands of black markets and smugglers, the earliest scavengers.
These scoundrels unified alien product prices within a day and distributed them worldwide.
While Americans still hid, their compatriots turned blood and tears into endless wealth.
Local smugglers got only a fraction of the tech.
The real bulk went to…
Honestly, once Asgardians were confirmed as allies, most nations pulled their troops from the battlefield.
One moment, they were ready to sacrifice for Earth's safety.
The next, fighting became Asgard's job.
As for their troops…
Well, battlefields weren't just filled with locals and smugglers.
Those were mere jackals scavenging behind the lions.
The largest tech scavengers were the militaries.
Those who'd come to fight were now tireless ants.
Anywhere the Chitauri had been, soldiers in various uniforms scavenged tirelessly.
Meanwhile, countless men in black suits—members of secret organizations—roamed the battlefields.
They clashed with military groups over intact Chitauri weapons.
These conflicts began when the Chitauri were annihilated and continued for three days.
Even when Heisenberg learned Hela had awakened, Earth's chaos didn't stop—it intensified.
Heisenberg, resting, watched it all with satisfaction.
He'd staged this massive alien campaign on Earth.
He hadn't ordered Asgardians to guard their spoils.
Because he wanted to force-feed alien tech to Earth!
Not just Chitauri energy weapons and small hovercrafts, but even the massive Chitauri mothership. Heisenberg planned to dismantle it later.
With a pretext, he'd divide the ship into parts, leaving it unattended. Earthlings would fight over each piece like dogs.
Thanks to nations' quick reactions and smugglers' reach, in three days, alien tech spread widely, aligning with Heisenberg's vision for Earth's future.
Without countless alien tech, how could Earth follow his plan to sail beyond the solar system?
Thinking this, three days later, Heisenberg raised his right hand, opening a Bifröst portal to Asgard.
Hela had awakened.