"Those old titles have faded with time. They're not worth mentioning. Why not hear about what I've achieved recently instead?"
Harry counted on his fingers.
"Hmm... Master of the Floating City, Hell Destroyer, Godslayer, and Planeswalker of the worlds. Well? Are those titles weighty enough? They all sound pretty good, don't they?"
Harry's voice was confident and flamboyant, brimming with the youthful vigor unique to someone his age.
Although everything Harry said was the truth, their enemy, Malekith, leader of the Dark Elves, clearly did not believe him.
Malekith snorted coldly, disdain flashing through his eyes. In his view, this young man was merely spouting nonsense, trying to intimidate him with a string of imposing titles.
After all, how could a mere youngster possess such an exaggerated résumé and such power?
Rather than being shaken by that series of titles, Malekith's smile grew even colder.
Without even lifting his eyelids, he dismissed Harry entirely and turned his gaze toward Odin, mocking him.
"Odin, where did you find such a clown?
Judging by the aura emanating from his soul, he's barely in his twenties.
And you expect me to believe that some wet-behind-the-ears boy in his twenties has such an impressive record?
Hell Destroyer, Godslayer... utterly absurd!
The Hell Dimension is immensely powerful. If he had truly destroyed one, would Mephisto simply let it go? How could he possibly be standing here unharmed?
And Godslayer? Are you trying to tell me he has the ability to kill a demon god at least at the Single Universe Level?
Hmph, Odin, you really have gone senile. You can't even make your stories sound convincing anymore.
But I'm different. I'm still at my peak. This time, victory in our struggle will belong to me!"
Faced with Malekith's mockery, Odin showed no sign of anger.