A thousand miles of ice, ten thousand miles of snow drifting.
A demon god from another dimension was defeated by the young man's powerful magic seal. On the broken altar, the fragments of the bronze ancient cauldron, engraved with mysterious patterns, completely vanished into nothingness.
Woz, who arrived in a hurry with The Other carrying a speaker, turned off the music used to break the demon god's mental control magic. He blinked his big eyes and set his scan target on the mysterious young man dressed in a milky white mage robe.
This was its instinctive reaction, but...
"Unable to establish a character strength model???"
Woz was stunned.
This was a rare occurrence. He knew that even when facing Malekith with the Aether in hand in Svartalfheim, this situation had never happened.
"It's not a good habit to casually pry into others' privacy, little kitty." A smile appeared on the young man's handsome face, startling Woz, who was increasing the scanning intensity.
"Who are you?!"
"Why are you here?!"
Hela, who had styled her hair in a way that looked like she was about to fight, did not relax her vigilance even with the departure of the demon god. This young man who suddenly appeared from the magic circle gave her a particularly strange feeling.
He didn't have that much magical power stored within him, yet he could easily cast sealing magic that required extremely high levels of magic?
When did Midgard start having such beings?
Hela felt it was necessary to report back to her father, Odin.
"My name is Cuba, a disciple of the Sorcerer Supreme, and I am from Asgard."
The young man named Cuba seemed to love to smile. Beneath his black curly hair, ruffled by the wind, his delicate face wore an exceptionally sunny smile.
"Sorcerer Supreme?"
Hela frowned. She had never heard of this person.
Was there such a figure on Midgard?
Hela, who had always focused on conquering the other realms, did not understand Midgard well. The only thing she knew was that her father, Odin, seemed to value this world greatly, setting up defenses in it every few days.
"Meow~"
The Energy Devouring Beast, having escaped, finished washing its little paws by the river and dried its fur with its own energy. Its emaciated body, which had become heavier, leaped up and then lazily lay on Beckett's shoulder. Its cute, round head nudged Beckett's exposed skin, and it stuck out its pink tongue to lick him, its desire to please evident.
"I've been tracking this Energy Devouring Beast for several days. I didn't expect it to have an owner." Cuba's eyes, filled with a smile, turned to the orange cat that was acting cute and begging for food from Beckett, a hint of regret in his voice.
"Meow~"
The Energy Devouring Beast blinked its big eyes, cradling the energy ball that Beckett handed it with its pink little paws. It nibbled on it in small bites, its orange tail wagging happily. Occasionally, it would brush against the red tail behind Beckett, showing friendliness.
"The magical power you just used wasn't your own, was it?" Due to the reinforcement from the Nutrient Fluid, Beckett had been extremely sensitive to cosmic energy since childhood.
Beckett had clearly seen the power Cuba, who called himself Cuba, used when sealing the demon god's passage. It was energy from another dimensional space, the same as the demon god's.
For this reason, Beckett had not dispelled his Super Saiyan state.
His hostility had not subsided.
Who knew if this man was allied with the demon god that the people of Midgard were about to summon.
"Sorry, the way power is circulated is a secret of our lineage." Cuba waved his hand, brushing the snow off his white mage robe, and smiled politely at Beckett. Then, he put on his hood, completely concealing his delicate face.
"Outsider, take your pet and leave Midgard. The Otherwise, you will all be in great danger."
"A demon god from another dimension has taken notice of the Energy Devouring Beast on your shoulder. He wants to use the Energy Devouring Beast's strange power to break through the blockade set by my teacher and descend upon Midgard."
"So, for your own safety, it's best to leave here as soon as possible. It's even better to go back to Asgard with that Asgardian than to stay here."
"What did you say?"
Before he could finish speaking, the man completely wrapped in the white mage robe vanished from Beckett's sight in an instant.
"V-vanished?!"
The Other, who had run all the way with Woz carrying the speaker, finally caught his breath and witnessed a dramatic disappearance.
Where did he go?
The person who was just standing there, such a large person, where was he?
"No energy fluctuations detected at all, Your Highness Beckett." Woz, who had not given up on establishing a character model for the mage Cuba in his system, reported the final results to Beckett.
He had found nothing.
"The Sorcerer Supreme's disciple?"
Hela's brows furrowed tightly.
She felt an urgent need to change her perception of Midgard.
Among the Nine Realms, Hela considered the native inhabitants of Midgard to be the weakest. Even the dwarves, who only knew how to forge weapons, were much stronger than them. Over the years, Hela's few commanding wars on Midgard had fully confirmed this.
Those weak natives worshipped them as legendary gods, and some even wrote biographies of the Asgardians, establishing so-called religions and worshipping the religions of the Asgardians.
Odin was a prime example.
When Hela was young, she had seen several books titled "Odin Mythology," written by Midgardians, in Odin's library.
However, everything that had just happened had completely shattered Hela's ingrained impression of the people of Midgard.
She naturally knew how powerful the Demon Gods from other timelines were. Among these mysterious and unfathomable beings, some possessed strength comparable to her father, Odin.
Although there were some imposters among them, even those weren't something the weak Midgardians could withstand.
"It seems you haven't truly unified the Nine Realms yet."
After the mage Cuba departed, Beckett also dispelled his Super Saiyan form, his golden hair returning to ink black.
The curve of his lips, upturned in a smile, was particularly grating to Hela.
"Does the Sorcerer Supreme have any disciples?"
"Interesting."
Beckett lowered his head, reaching out to playfully tease the orange cat on his shoulder, which was still nibbling on energy dumplings. His gaze was cold.
He was very curious to see which foolish individual dared to lay a hand on his pet.
Furthermore, he was eager to know just how powerful these so-called The Otherworldly Demon Gods, these demons from other dimensions, truly were.
Of course, most importantly, his fists were already itching for a fight.
As a Saiyan, what excited him the most?
It was undoubtedly enemies with whom he could have a thrilling, exhilarating battle.
"I am looking forward to it."
The smirk on his lips grew more pronounced, only to be interrupted by the enraged roar of a human who had finally broken free from the ruins of the shattered altar.
"Damn it! What the hell did you do?!"
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