Sorcerer Supreme's Disciple

A thousand miles of ice, ten thousand miles of snow.

The demon god from another dimension was defeated by the youth's powerful magical seal, and the fragments of the ancient bronze cauldron engraved with mysterious patterns on the broken altar were completely annihilated into nothingness.

Woz, who had rushed over with The Other carrying a speaker each, turned off the music used to break the mind control magic of the Otherworldly Demon God, blinked his big eyes, and focused his scan on the mysterious young man dressed in a milky white mage's robe.

This is its instinctive reaction, but...

"Unable to create character strength model???"

Woz was stunned.

This is a very rare occurrence. You should know that this never happened before, even when facing Malekith with the Aether in Svartalfheim.

"Sneaking into other people's privacy is not a good habit, little kitty." A smile appeared on the young man's handsome face, startling Woz, who was still intensifying his scan.

"Who are you?!"

"Why are you here?!"

Hela, who had styled her hair into a fighting pose, did not lower her guard after the departure of the Otherworldly Demon God. The young man who suddenly appeared from the magic circle gave her a particularly strange feeling.

Despite not having a large reserve of magic power within her body, she can easily cast sealing spells that require extremely high levels of magic power.

When did Midgard begin to exist?

Hela felt it necessary to return and report to her father, Odin.

"My name is Cuba, a disciple of the Sorcerer Supreme, Asgardians."

The young man named Cuba seemed to love to laugh; beneath his wind-blown black curly hair, his handsome face radiated a particularly sunny smile.

"Sorcerer Supreme?"

Hela frowned; she had never heard of this person before.

Is there such a person in Midgard?

Hela, who had always focused on conquering other realms, knew little about Midgard. The only thing she knew was that her father, Odin, seemed to value this world highly, and would set up defensive fortifications there every now and then.

Meow~

After escaping, the Energy Devouring Beast washed its little feet by the river and dried its fur with its own energy. Its now slightly heavier, thin body leaped up and lazily perched on Beckett's shoulder. Its cute, round head nuzzled Beckett's exposed skin, and it stuck out its pink tongue to lick it, its eagerness evident.

"I've been tracking this Energy Devouring Beast for several days now, and I never expected it to actually have an owner." Cuba smiled and turned his gaze to the orange cat that was begging for food from Beckett, his words tinged with a hint of regret.

Meow~

The Energy Devouring Beast blinked its big eyes, its pink little paws cradling the energy ball Beckett offered, nibbling on it in small bites. Its orange tail swayed happily, occasionally touching Beckett's red tail behind it as a sign of friendliness.

"The magical power you just used wasn't your own power, was it?" Because of the Nutrient Fluid solution, Beckett had been extremely sensitive to Cosmic Energy since he was a child.

Beckett clearly saw the power that the young man who called himself Cuba used when sealing the portal to the Otherworldly Demon God. It was energy from another dimension, just like the Otherworldly Demon God.

For this reason, Beckett did not revert to his Super Saiyan form.

The hostility in his heart had not dissipated.

Who knows if this man is in cahoots with that Otherworldly Demon God being summoned by the Midgard?

"I'm sorry, the way our power operates is a secret of our lineage." Cuba waved away the snow from his white mage robe, smiled politely at Beckett, and then pulled up his hood, completely obscuring his handsome face.

"Outsiders, take your pets and leave Midgard, or you will all be in great danger."

"A demon god from another dimension has set his sights on the Energy Devouring Beast on your shoulder. He wants to use the Energy Devouring Beast's strange power to break through the blockade set up by your teacher and descend into Midgard."

"So, for your personal safety, you should leave here as soon as possible. Even going back to Asgard with that Asgardians would be better than staying here."

"What did you say?"

Before he could finish speaking, the man, who was completely wrapped in a white mage's robe, vanished from Beckett's sight in an instant.

"Gone?! Vanished?!"

The Others, who had just caught their breath after accompanying Woz on carrying the speakers all the way, witnessed a spectacular scene of a person suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

Where are they?

Where did that huge person who was just standing there go?

"No energy fluctuations can be detected at all, Your His Highness Beckett." Woz, who had never given up on creating a character model of the magician Cuba in his system, reported the final results to Beckett.

Nothing was gained.

"The Sorcerer Supreme's disciple?"

Hela frowned.

She felt an urgent need to change her opinion of Midgard.

Of the Nine Realms, the native inhabitants of Midgard are, in Hela's eyes, the weakest. Even the dwarves, who only know how to forge weapons, are far stronger than them. The few wars Hela has commanded on Midgard over the years have fully demonstrated this.

The weak indigenous people worshipped them as legendary gods, and some even wrote books about the Asgardians and established their Asgardians religion.

A typical example is Odin.

When Hela was a child, she saw several copies of the Odin Mythology written by the Midgard in Odin's library.

However, what had just happened shattered Hela's preconceived notions about the Midgard.

She was well aware of the power of the demons from other dimensions; some of these mysterious beings were even comparable in strength to her father, Odin.

Although there were some inferior ones among them, they were not something the weak Midgard could withstand.

"It seems you haven't truly unified the Nine Realms yet."

After the magician Cuba left, Beckett also dispelled his Super Saiyan form, and his golden hair faded back to jet black.

The upward curve of his lips was particularly glaring to Hela.

"Does the Sorcerer Supreme still have any disciples?"

"Interesting."

Beckett lowered his head, reaching out to tease the orange cat on his shoulder, who was still nibbling on the energy ball, his gaze cold.

He was really curious to see which fool dared to lay a hand on his pet.

Incidentally, he was also very curious to know just how powerful the so-called Otherworldly Demon God, the Demon Gods of other dimensions, really were.

Of course, most importantly, his fists were itching for a fight.

What excites him the most as a Saiyan?

Of course, he is an enemy with whom he can have a thoroughly enjoyable battle.

"I'm really looking forward to it."

The sneer at the corner of his mouth grew even more blatant, but the next second, it was interrupted by the roar of the humans who had finally escaped from the ruins of the broken altar.

"Damn it! What have you all done?!"