Thor cleaned up the battlefield, then expressed his gratitude toward Saitama, inviting him to visit Asgard.
Saitama, planning how to arrange his Tenth Realm, politely agreed to learn from them.
Meanwhile—
In the endless, starless void…
Darkness spread.
Light faded.
A massive, cross-shaped black warship drifted silently.
Scarlet indicator lights flickered.
Ancient stasis pods hissed open, releasing the stench of decay.
Within one pod lay a pale, sharp-eared man—strikingly handsome, long silver hair falling down, crimson eyes opening slowly with a chilling gleam.
Beside him, another pod opened—only one other warrior rose.
"The Aether has awakened us. The Convergence begins again."
The leader of the Dark Elves—Malekith!
Long ago, he fought Bor, Odin's father, seeking to rule the cosmos itself.
But he was defeated, forced to flee with only a fragment of his race, and even the Aether was taken from him.
Bor tried to destroy the Aether, but failed.
So he sealed it away—on Earth.
There, weak humans couldn't wield it, and with guards posted, it was safe.
But during the Convergence—when the Nine Realms aligned into Ten—the Aether would awaken.
The barriers between worlds would thin.
Malekith, once its wielder, was the one being truly qualified to use it.
Even Odin never understood how to master it.
By his side stood his last surviving champion, Aggram.
"Aggram, you will complete our final mission."
Malekith's crimson eyes burned with vengeance.
Aggram knelt. "I will gladly die for the clan. For your plan, I offer everything."
Malekith smiled faintly, handing him a scarlet rune stone—Aether shard, once used in his war against Bor.
Even a fragment could turn a Dark Elf into a titan—warriors three times stronger than Thor!
This time, Malekith vowed to destroy Asgard from within.
Earth.
Jane Foster and Erik Selvig studied anomalies in space.
They found unstable distortions in a remote area.
But as Jane investigated—she vanished.
Yes.
Gone completely.
Even Heimdall could not see her.
Inside the void of chaos, Jane found herself surrounded by black stones glowing faintly red.
She leaned closer—red liquid slithered from the cracks, like serpents, latching onto her arm.
A strange power flooded her body.
Asgard.
Days later, Saitama leisurely toured Asgard for the first time.
Sif, abandoning her armor for a flowing white dress, guided him.
Warriors saluted him with reverence reserved only for Odin.
Indeed, Asgard, rich with millennia of prosperity, was far grander than his desolate Tenth Realm with its Frost Beasts.
"Master, analysis of the Extremis virus genome is 65% complete. In two days, it will be fully decoded," reported Saturday Sale Unit 001.
Saitama yawned. "Good, leave it to you guys."
Soon, an Asgardian soldier rushed forward. "Lord Saitama, Thor is in the palace. He needs your help urgently!"
Sif's face paled with worry.
"Fine, let's go," Saitama said, scratching his head.
Inside the palace, healers gathered.
Thor had brought Jane back—but her body was consumed by the red energy of the Aether.
Her life-force was fading rapidly.
The healers were powerless.
Thor's heart sank.
Meanwhile, in the dungeons below, guards escorted new prisoners.
Among them—a massive minotaur-like warrior.
At that moment, a strange feeling struck one of Asgard's imprisoned princesses.
Something was wrong.
(End of Chapter)
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