"Holy cow, I won't be caught here again, right!"
Following some of the imprinted memories of Ancient One, Michael directly teleported to Jotunheim, one of the Nine Realms!
The legendary home of the Frost Giants.
"Damn it! Why am I still in a palace?"
Looking around, Michael was speechless.
However, it was much better than being in the God King's Palace in Asgard, which was full of people. Although Laufey's palace was equally massive, there wasn't a single person here, not even on the huge frosty throne, which was empty, allowing Michael to relax.
At least it wasn't a situation where he had to fight as soon as he appeared, which was much better treatment than in Asgard!
However, Michael didn't care. The Frost Giants, without the casket of ancient winters, were nothing to fear!
Michael's heat vision alone could teach all Frost Giants a lesson!
But not having to fight was definitely good. Michael himself was not a battle maniac.
"Wait…!"
"This sensation is from Odin's so-called Eternal Spear, which is said to always hit its target and never return until it does?"
With no immediate danger, Michael regained his composure and began to ponder where that feeling came from—the feeling that no matter where he teleported, he would be found.
Michael thought carefully. When Odin attacked him, he seemed to have thrown the steel rod—ahem, that… Eternal Spear.
"Damn it!"
"What kind of hellish weapon is this? Is it a probabilistic attack or a causal attack?"
"It's like a maggot attached to the bone, so annoying!"
At this time, Odin had not yet entered Odinsleep, and his strength was at its peak. Michael could bet that if he were hit by Odin's poke, he would definitely die instantly! One must know that Odin's strength had always been increasing! Even when he was in Odinsleep, Odin's power was actually growing. It was just that his body was becoming less and less able to withstand such power, forcing him to enter Odinsleep to suppress it! In other words, Odin's strength, or rather, the strength Odin could use, only began to weaken after he entered his first Odinsleep!
And now, Michael had provoked Odin, the number one Master of the Nine Realms. Just thinking about it was terrifying! Fortunately, with the mutated gem on him, Odin couldn't find Michael's location. Otherwise, that guy would tear through space and appear in front of Michael in minutes, and Michael would be utterly screwed.
"Speaking of which, how did I get so unlucky that a single Mind Teleportation landed me at the coronation ceremony of the arrogant Thunder God Thor?"
After finding a place to hide, ensuring that even if Laufey's entire palace was filled with Frost Giants, he wouldn't be discovered if he teleported there again, Michael began to question his luck.
Of course, this also had a lot to do with Michael's own recklessness.
One must know that initially, God King Odin had no intention of attacking Michael. For God King Odin, although he couldn't see through this sudden outsider, he wasn't a bad choice for teaching Thunder God Thor a lesson.
However, Michael kicked Thunder God Thor, got arrogant, and froze most of the Asgardian warriors in one go, even breaking and killing some.
This was the reason God King Odin was furious and wanted to kill Michael! "Sigh."
"Here it comes again. So fast."
Suddenly, Michael felt that suffocating sense of Death again, and immediately teleported away! "Damn Odin! I can outlast you forever!"
...Asgard, outside the God King's Palace, on the plaza.
"Why hasn't gungnir returned? Why did it go to Midgard? Hmm, it went to Jotunheim again."
"Who exactly is this mysterious outsider? Hmm, now it's going to Vanaheim."
Although he couldn't sense Michael, Odin could roughly perceive the location of the Eternal Spear.
Looking at his empty hand, Odin frowned, remaining silent for a long time.
On the other side, seeing the heavily injured and unconscious Thunder God Thor, Queen Frigga was even more heartbroken, shedding tears.
Most Asgardian were filled with sorrow. The Heavenly Palace warriors who had always followed Thunder God Thor were all howling, wanting to tear the outsider to shreds to vent their anger.
There was only one exception: Loki!
In fact, as a mischievous and prank-loving brother, Loki's love for Thunder God Thor was so deep that even he hadn't realized it. But seeing Michael kick Thor into such a heavily injured state, Loki couldn't help but rush forward in a fit of rage.
Of course, as a sorcerer, Loki's close-combat ability was not strong compared to Asgardian warriors. Although he impulsively rushed to the front lines, he still stayed relatively far back, hiding in the crowd and secretly casting magic at Michael. But clearly, Michael was immune!
Or rather, Michael, who had placed himself in the Subspace, was not affected by Loki's magic in the slightest. However, the extreme cold hurricane Michael blew out enveloped Loki!
No one on the battlefield noticed. Many Asgardian warriors were frozen, but Loki, who was also hit by the extremely cold hurricane, after his skin slightly changed color, absorbed the extreme cold power that could freeze Asgardian warriors!
At this moment, Loki was filled with doubt about his identity as the second Prince!
Loki: I am not Asgardian...
Vanaheim, God King's Palace.
"Holy moly!"
"Sure enough, another huge temple! Does Ancient One only go to God King's Palace?"
Roughly looking around, Michael, who had just teleported, found that this was indeed another large and luxurious grand palace. It was definitely the Vanaheim God King's palace, no doubt about it!
"Who are you!"
As Michael rolled his eyes wildly, a muffled voice came from the most luxurious part of the palace, the throne room.
"Oh, someone! And a bird person!"
Michael turned his head and saw another white-bearded Grandpa! But why did this guy have a pair of bird wings? Are all Vanaheim gods bird people?
"Presumptuous!"
The owner of the voice was clearly enraged, daring to call him, the God King, a bird person.
"I am Njord, King of the Vanir!"
"Outsider, you will pay for your insolence!"
Njord stood up angrily, extending his right hand forward, seemingly summoning his weapon.
"Wow!"
Michael made an exaggerated gesture of goodbye.
"I'm sorry, God King Njord, I'm afraid you won't have the chance!"
Whoosh! Michael teleported away again.