"You? What kind of thing are you? This is not a place where a mere soldier has the right to speak! If Odin is still alive, I will give him time to come out and face me. If he is dead, then I will have no choice but to…"
Laufey snorted coldly, not even bothering to look at Saitama.
In his eyes, this bald man was nothing more than a common soldier—hardly qualified to speak directly to the ruler of Jotunheim.
But then… he noticed Thor and the Warriors Three staring strangely at him.
"I think you'd better hear what Saitama has to say," Thor shrugged, rising to his feet. Thunder flickered around him.
Loki too was silent, because the image of Saitama obliterating the supreme artifact with a single punch still replayed endlessly in his mind.
Too shocking.
"Saitama? And what do you want to say?"
Laufey's brows furrowed, crimson eyes flashing as he turned toward the bald warrior. For the first time, a faint unease pricked at his heart.
Even his frost dragons began to rumble uneasily, as if sensing an overwhelming threat.
"Oh, I was just thinking… this Rainbow Bridge looks pretty nice."
Saitama rubbed his chin seriously.
The Rainbow Bridge… looked nice?
Both Asgardians and Frost Giants blinked in confusion.
"I don't have time for your nonsense!" Laufey roared, ready to give the order to attack.
"What I mean is, starting today… from here, the Rainbow Bridge—from this point, all the way to that end over there—will be my territory."
Saitama pointed across the bridge, then toward the starry expanse near Jotunheim.
So many monsters. At least hundreds of thousands in sight.
His blood was starting to boil. He wanted to draw a circle around them—no, a big circle, so he could pack in as many monsters as possible.
Data flickered before his eyes:
—
Name: Frost Giant
Type: Jotunheim, High-Tier Frost Species
Intelligence: 2
Strength: 5
Speed: 4
Endurance: 5
Energy Projection: 1
Combat Skill: 5
Justice Value: -2
Name: Frost Dragon
Type: Jotunheim, Top-Tier Frost Species
Intelligence: 1
Strength: 6
Speed: 5
Endurance: 5
Energy Projection: 4
Combat Skill: 6
Justice Value: -3
Name: Frost Beast
…
And at the center:
Name: Laufey
Type: Frost Giant King
Intelligence: 3
Strength: 6
Speed: 5
Endurance: 6
Energy Projection: 6
Defense: 6
Justice Value: -8
Note: Ruler of Jotunheim, master of frost energy, Odin's sworn enemy. Power not to be underestimated.
—
Excellent hunting targets for hero work.
Though Saitama's hero rank was already high, it still wasn't enough.
The crowd froze.
Loki. Thor. The Warriors Three. Laufey. Even the Frost Giants behind him.
All silent, as if turned to stone.
"That's about it." Saitama nodded seriously, mapping out the territory in his mind.
The system had told him to open the Tenth Realm—so why not? Between the reward and the sheer number of monsters here, it was perfect.
The tension on the Rainbow Bridge deepened. Frost winds howled.
"Hahahahaha! Lord Laufey, did I hear that right? Is this idiot serious?"
"My gods! Asgard has produced such a fool!"
"He thinks he's a god? To claim our lands, and Asgard's too?!"
"Die, you bastard! You're not worthy to be my opponent!"
"Kill them all!!"
Frost monsters howled, the air trembling with bloodlust.
Laufey's face turned to ice, crimson eyes dripping with rage. Even Odin would never dare demand such arrogance from him.
And this nobody…
Thor and Loki were dumbstruck. Even they felt shame on his behalf.
"We won't make it if we try to retreat," Sif whispered, pale-faced.
One Laufey was bad enough. But add in Saitama… Asgard seemed doomed.
"Oh? So you agree?" Saitama asked, deadpan.
He was already thinking—maybe he could drag Genos, Fubuki, even Tatsumaki over here. One Punch World didn't have enough monsters. Here? Plenty.
"Agree?" Laufey bared his white fangs in a snarl. He waved his hand. "KILL!!"
The sky collapsed.
The Frost Giant army roared with fury, surging like a tidal wave. Riding frost beasts and dragons, they charged across the void, closer to Asgard than ever before.
Generations of hatred would be washed in Asgardian blood.
The Rainbow Bridge shook.
Thor, Loki, and the Three Warriors stared in despair.
At the center of the bridge stood one lone bald man.
Left: Thor and his allies.
Right: An endless Frost Giant army.
Saitama raised his head slowly.
A glimmer of excitement flickered in his dead-fish eyes.
He sighed.
"…I really wanted to stay low-key, but my power just won't let me."
His red-gloved fist clenched.
The air itself sharpened. His dull profile hardened into sharp lines.
Justice might arrive late—
But it never fails.
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