"Magic immunity?"
The declaration stunned the Asgardians who had just sworn their confidence moments earlier.
"That's impossible!"
"Complete nonsense!"
Anger flared instantly in their crimson eyes. To them, Ethan's words sounded like nothing more than arrogant mockery.
Asgard had been built upon the legacy of Norse mythology. Many among them carried the title of gods, and their civilization had flourished for thousands of years under the guidance of divine power. Compared to the brutal militarism of the Kree Empire, the Asgardians considered themselves heirs to a far more noble and ancient tradition.
"Shameless brat!"
"Capture him!"
The command came from the Asgardian known as the God of Earth.
His authority carried weight among the warriors. The moment he spoke, the surrounding Asgardians moved in perfect coordination. Their long training together made their cooperation seamless.
At once, magic surged into the air.
The magical energy around the forge hall thickened rapidly, gathering like waves in a rising tide. The surrounding elements responded to their calls, becoming dense enough that even the atmosphere seemed to vibrate.
Standing calmly in the center of the hall, Ethan watched their preparations with mild curiosity.
Then his gaze drifted toward the distant sky.
Far beyond the forge structure, he noticed something burning in the darkness.
A dying stellar core.
"A fading neutron star," he murmured.
The massive star core hung in the void like a blazing ember, glowing deep crimson against the blackness of space. Around it, a massive ring structure concentrated its fire into an enormous forge flame.
This was the source of Nidavellir's legendary craftsmanship.
The dwarves used the stellar fire produced by that dying star to forge their greatest weapons.
Mjolnir had been born in that fire.
Stormbreaker too.
Ethan studied the enormous forge quietly for a moment before smiling faintly.
"Not bad."
"I'll be taking this place from now on."
"Wishful thinking."
The Asgardians immediately rejected the idea.
To them, Nidavellir wasn't merely a forge world—it was an ancestral ally protected by Asgard for generations.
They would never allow an outsider to claim it.
With a furious roar, the God of Earth raised his arm. A deep horn echoed through the forge halls, signaling the start of battle.
The Asgardian warriors responded instantly.
Guided by the teachings of their gods, every one of them began channeling magic.
The magical energy surrounding the hall surged to its peak. Elemental power twisted and reshaped itself under their control.
A low hum filled the air.
Some warriors chanted ancient incantations. Others formed complex hand gestures as they guided the elemental currents.
In an instant, raw elemental energy transformed into countless magical attacks.
Ice arrows.
Blazing fire.
Raging storms.
Crackling lightning.
Boom.
A storm of magic erupted from all directions at once.
Explosions of fire roared across the forge hall. A rain of frozen shards fell like a blizzard. Bolts of lightning descended from above.
Every attack converged on Ethan's body.
Yet the result was… unimpressive.
Crack.
Ethan casually raised one hand and caught a lightning bolt that streaked toward him. His fingers tightened slightly, and the crackling energy shattered instantly within his palm.
With a slight shake of his arm, the swirling ice storm around him disintegrated into fragments.
Then he inhaled deeply.
When he exhaled, the raging flames rushing toward him were blown backward in a violent gust, sending several Asgardian warriors crashing to the ground.
"Is that it?"
Ethan laughed lightly.
The so-called magical assault had barely registered as an attack.
Under the effects of Magic Immunity, the elemental energy couldn't even harm him. Even the physical impact of the spells was rendered meaningless by the sheer durability of his Kryptonian body.
All the magic they had carefully unleashed amounted to little more than a joke.
"That's impossible…"
The God of Earth felt a chill run through his body.
Even the fearless Asgardian warriors were beginning to panic.
Their magic had failed.
Their supposed advantage—the known weakness of Kryptonian physiology—had simply… vanished.
When they saw Ethan blow back entire rows of warriors with a single breath, many of them instinctively stepped backward.
Fear was beginning to creep into their hearts.
"Stand your ground!"
The God of Earth frowned deeply.
At a moment like this, someone had to step forward.
With a heavy step, he advanced.
"Let me see the true extent of your strength."
His massive body crossed dozens of meters in a single stride. Clad in ancient armor colored like the earth itself, the towering warrior looked like a living mountain.
His enormous shadow swallowed Ethan entirely.
"Get out of my way!"
The God of Earth roared.
Among the Asgardian gods, he was known for possessing immense physical power. Blessed by divine strength, his might ranked among the strongest of Odin's warriors.
His fist came crashing down.
But Ethan's attack arrived first.
Flash.
A streak of icy blue light cut across the battlefield.
It moved so fast that most people only saw a brief flash streak through the air.
Then the God of Earth stopped moving.
For a brief moment, the enormous warrior remained standing.
Then his body collapsed.
"No!"
Several Asgardians cried out in shock as they stumbled backward.
The corpse lying on the ground was missing its head.
The icy blue beam that had flashed through the air moments earlier had cleanly removed it.
Ethan stepped forward calmly.
Without any expression on his face, he placed one foot on the fallen body and climbed onto the corpse.
From that elevated position, he lowered his gaze toward the warriors still standing inside the forge hall.
"Surrender," he said quietly.
"Or die."
The overwhelming dominance in his posture made it impossible for many of them to even look directly at him.
Magic had failed.
Even one of their divine warriors had been killed instantly.
Everyone knew they stood no chance against this monster.
And yet—
The Asgardians still possessed pride.
"For Asgard!"
"For the God-King Odin!"
The war cries echoed through the hall.
Some warriors rushed forward recklessly, charging toward Ethan with fearless determination.
Others made a very different choice.
Instead of attacking him directly, they sprinted toward the massive furnace mechanisms surrounding the forge.
Their weapons rose toward the distant neutron star core.
They were preparing to destroy the forge itself.
"Damn it!"
One of the dwarven masters shouted in horror.
The Asgardians had made their decision.
If they couldn't defend Nidavellir, they would rather destroy its forge than allow it to fall into enemy hands.
They would reduce everything to ashes before letting Ethan claim it.
"Cowards."
Ethan's eyes flashed with anger.
The cold light in his gaze intensified, transforming into a terrifying beam of freezing energy.
The icy rays erupted outward, sweeping across the forge hall as they slaughtered the charging Asgardian warriors in front of him.
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