Born for Battle, Stronger with Every Fight

Throughout the vast Nine Realms, from the icy Jotunheim to the bustling crowds of Asgard, and even the menacing Vanaheim, all experienced varying degrees of tremors simultaneously.

The entire Nine Realms were shaking.

Odin, the strongest being in the Nine Realms, stood atop the mountain, gazing in the direction of Svartalfheim. Laufey was holding a pre-battle rally amidst the snow and ice, suddenly tensed up and connected to the urgent communication frequency from Vanaheim.

"Laufey?!"

"What's going on?!"

King Vanaheim's questioning was filled with horror and a hint of unknown fear.

Svartalfheim was already beginning to crumble under the clash of two powerful forces, and the Dark Elf King Malekith, who had persuaded him to join the anti- Odin alliance, could not be contacted. The implications of this were enough to make the King of Vanaheim uneasy.

Odin is still in Asgard, which means that the person who created this commotion could not have been him. When did Asgard produce another figure comparable to Odin?

King Vanaheim was extremely anxious.

He felt that the boat he was on was likely to capsize.

"Don't worry, it's just an accident." Laufey, who had been fighting Odin on the front lines for many years, was much calmer. He didn't know exactly how strong Malekith was with the Aether, after all, he and the Dark Elf King were from different eras, but he was certain that he was definitely no weaker than Odin.

Otherwise, given Odin's cruel and tyrannical nature, how could he still be sitting in the Asgard palace? He would have already been rampaging through the Nine Realms, leaving rivers of blood flowing.

He is still sitting obediently on the throne, waiting to fight the Nine Realms Alliance in Midgard, which is the battlefield of the Nine Realms, just because Malekith's strength in his complete form is enough to make him wary.

"But?!"

"There are no buts." Laufey interrupted King Vanaheim's worries without hesitation.

"Everything will proceed as planned, even without the Dark Elf army joining us, do you understand?"

The indifferent tone made King Vanaheim clench his fists, but he was no match for the other's strength and had to swallow his anger.

There's no turning back now. The Vanir, who have been tricked into betraying Odin, have no choice but to follow Laufey down this path to the bitter end.

"I understand."

"That Malekith?"

King Vanaheim hesitated, truly alarmed by the commotion at Wat Svartalfheim. The Nine Realms were, in a sense, interconnected, with countless links between them. If Svartalfheim were destroyed, the other worlds would inevitably experience equally significant changes.

"I will go there myself."

Laufey's words silenced King Vanaheim.

Laufey's strength far surpasses his. His years of fighting against Odin have earned him the reputation of being the second strongest in the Nine Realms. Although there are rumors that his treasure, the Casket of Ancient Winters, has been stolen and his strength has greatly decreased, judging from Laufey's confident demeanor, this should just be a false news released by Asgard to mislead people.

"A short-sighted fool."

After shutting down the communication channel, Laufey snorted coldly and continued his pre-battle mobilization ceremony. His impassioned words ignited Jotunheim, which was covered in ice and snow. After finishing his speech, Laufey made his exit and returned to the royal palace, where he activated the teleportation array.

He was a partner of Malekith, so his palace contained a magical teleportation array that led directly to Malekith's palace. Just as he had previously Vanaheim, he had to personally travel to Svartalfheim to ascertain the details.

If necessary, Aether...

Laufey squinted, and his figure vanished from the magic circle...

On the Svartalfheim Plain, a silvery-white pillar of energy completely shattered the pitch-black torrent, stretching across the sky and earth for several seconds before slowly dissipating.

Malekith, who had been blasted straight into the plain, struggled to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His face, which was still recovering from old wounds, was now covered with many new ones.

"This is impossible!"

"I am the king!"

"The supreme king!"

"You're nothing but a monkey with a tail!! How could that be!!"

Malekith looked up at the blond, blue-eyed figure in the air, his ferocious face filled with rage.

He found the result hard to accept.

"Yeah?"

With the light in his hand fading, Beckett landed slowly in front of Malekith with a cold expression.

"But you, as king, are truly pitifully weak."

Before he could finish speaking, Beckett's right fist had already broken through layers of defense and slammed into Malekith's cheek!

Puff!

Blood spurted out along with a few broken teeth. The Dark Elf King, unwilling to be humiliated, unleashed tremendous power in his arms, causing the space around Beckett to distort!

"Unforgivable!"

The fist, fueled by rage, met no resistance and slammed into Beckett's cheek, but Beckett remained rooted to the spot.

"What?" Malekith was taken aback.

"Is this all the anger you have?" With his right hand firmly gripping Malekith's left arm, Beckett slowly turned his head to look directly at the Dark Elf King before him, gradually removing Malekith's fist from his face.

"Drink!"

Before Malekith could react, Beckett roared and an immense force that he had no way to resist struck him instantly!

Bang!

Malekith was thrown directly into the crumbling plain!

"Your anger, your power, your body," Beckett said, walking slowly to Malekith's side, ignoring the cracking plain beneath his feet. He reached out his right hand and gripped Malekith's head tightly, pulling it forcefully out of the pit.

He lowered his head, leaned down, and approached Malekith, saying, "He's so weak he's not even worth mentioning."

Angry breaths lashed against Beckett's cold face, and then countless dark tentacles appeared behind Malekith, attempting to repeat their previous trick and drain Beckett's life force.

Or rather, it forced him to let go of himself.

"Hand over the Aether, now." Beckett ignored them, and a deafening shockwave tore apart all the giant tentacles that had targeted him.

"Dream."

As soon as Malekith finished speaking, the entire surface of Svartalfheim began to erupt with varying degrees of volcanic eruptions. The surging energy fountains forced Beckett to release his right hand, thus freeing Malekith.

"Then I'll beat you until you stop dreaming."

With his wrists flexed, Beckett instantly appeared beside Malekith, his fists and feet powerful enough to shatter the earth tearing through Malekith's defenses one after another. The relentless barrage of attacks left Malekith in excruciating pain.

He wanted to distance himself from Beckett, but he couldn't quite manage it.

Knowing his own strengths, Beckett gave Malekith no chance to turn the tide. In close combat, Malekith could only barely hold his own against Beckett with his nearly ten thousand years of experience.

However, it was precisely this that made Malekith feel terrified. No matter how novel his energy manipulation methods were, Beckett would immediately learn and apply them in return.

Malekith was suffocated by this terrifying ability to apply his knowledge in battle!

What kind of race are the Saiyan?!

Why had he never heard of a race in the universe with such terrifying combat talent?!

They're practically born fighting machines!

Born to fight, growing stronger with each battle.

Beckett learned the special energy circulation methods accumulated over nearly ten thousand years during the battle, and Malekith's sense of powerlessness grew stronger with time.

What kind of monster did he provoke?!

I only updated once today because I was attending a tea party with some big shots. I'll make up for it with three updates tomorrow.

I feel like if I keep going like this, I'll develop the typing speed to work three hours a day...