Odin Returns

"What exactly is going on, Odin?"

"Why you..."

In the royal palace of Asgard.

Frigga helped her husband, who had fallen in front of the door, into the healing pool. She removed Odin's blood-stained clothes and personally cast a healing spell, mobilizing the energy in the pool to repair his heart.

"I lost, Frigga."

"We lost."

Odin slowly awoke as he lay in the healing pool, letting the magical energy cleanse his heart time and time again. When he opened his eyes, he saw his wife covered in sweat.

He sighed dejectedly.

"Lost?"

"It's alright, so what if you lost? It's okay." After instantly realizing what Odin meant by "lost," Frigga immediately comforted her husband's frustrated heart.

For Frigga, the fact that Odin had returned alive from those true Ancient Celestial was already a huge surprise.

"You still have Asgard, you still have me, and you still have Hela."

Odin shook his head and said nothing more.

He gazed up at the runes atop the palace, lost in thought.

His pride and joy were practically worthless in the face of that Kami; even the Destroyer Armor was treated like a toy.

The pride in his heart, the glory of unifying the Nine Realms, vanished the moment he was ravaged by that Kami.

Odin...?

"Frigga, I want to be alone, is that okay?"

Odin closed his eyes and, without waiting for his wife's response, sank to the bottom of the healing pool.

"...I see."

Frigga hesitated, wanting to say something, but ultimately swallowed back the words of comfort.

As she walked away, she closed the palace gates behind her, but as she turned the corner, she saw a figure that surprised her greatly.

"Heimdall?"

Heimdall, the gatekeeper of Asgard, Odin's loyal subordinate, and the wielder of the key to the Bifrost.

"Heimdall?"

"Heimdall?"

Wake up!

The direct awakening of the soul caused the Asgard gatekeeper, who had been slumped on the ground in a deep sleep, to slowly open his eyes.

The helmet with a broken corner was enough to tell you what kind of ravages he had suffered, and at Heimdall's feet lay a pile of charred armor parts— the Destroyer Armor.

"Queen."

Heimdall wanted to bow in respect, but the pain in his nerves stopped him in the next second.

"And what's going on with you, Heimdall?"

"Why... do you still have the Destroyer Armor...?"

Frigga's doubts and worries about Odin deepened.

Heimdall's strength was immense, so much so that even she couldn't fathom its depths. Yet now he lay so pathetically outside the palace, with Odin's most prized armor scattered at his feet.

"Fine."

"I was just caught in the aftershocks of the battle while I was meeting Odin, but it's nothing serious."

Suppressing the pain in his body, Heimdall slowly stood up, supporting himself on the palace wall with his right hand. After adjusting his helmet, he flicked his left hand, and the scattered pieces of the Destroyer Armor reassembled and flew to Frigga's side.

"I'll trouble Your Majesty to repair this suit of armor."

After saying this, Heimdall turned and limped away.

He is the gatekeeper of Asgard, and as long as he is alive, he must stand guard for Asgard and for Odin every shift.

"Were you caught in the aftermath of the battle?"

It was the first time Frigga had ever seen Heimdall with such a gloomy expression. Frigga stared blankly at the Destroyer Armor in front of her, lost in thought.

Her right hand instinctively touched the charred wristband, and in that instant, Frigga felt as if she had touched a bottomless black hole in the universe.

That inexplicable suction force left her with no way to resist!

[What?!]

"No!"

"Frigga!!!"

A weak roar echoed inside the palace. As Heimdall turned around and stared in horror, Odin, shirtless, smashed through the locked doors and shattered the Destroyer Armor he had painstakingly created!

Clang!

The shards fell to the ground with a crisp sound, startling Frigga had stumbled and fallen.

"O... Odin...?"

Frigga turned her head, and Odin, who had just been exuding a terrifying aura, collapsed into her arms, leaving behind a single sentence before fainting again.

"Seal off Asgard, now."

The Andromeda Galaxy.

The Beckett engraved with the symbol "B," sailed slowly through the magnificent cosmos. The Other, still shaken from the chain of explosions that had just occurred in the Kree territory, respectfully accepted the scepter now inlaid with the Mind Stone.

"Your His Highness Beckett, your hair..."

After his near-death experience, Beckett's body began to show signs of distress following his intense emotional release.

Her long, golden hair, reaching past her waist, continued to shrink under the gaze of The Other and Hela until it returned to normal.

"Is it over this time?"

As his hair returned to its normal jet-black color, a feeling of weakness and detachment instantly swept through every nerve in Beckett's body.

"Your His Highness Beckett!"

The Other, who hadn't even warmed the Mind Scepter yet, was about to rush forward to support His Highness Beckett, whom he admired, when he discovered that Hela, who had been arguing with Beckett, had already taken the first step.

"Did you go too far?"

"Serves you right!"

After draping Beckett's arm over her shoulder for support, Hela couldn't help but sneer at the man so close to her.

They recklessly consumed the power of the gems without considering whether their bodies could withstand it.

Although she felt pretty good just now.

That feeling of adrenaline rushing through your body,

That pleasure was enough to send shivers down her spine and make her scalp tingle...

Hela subconsciously licked her slightly dry lips.

To be honest, she still wanted more.

No one had ever done this with her before.

No, what am I thinking?

Hela, coming to her senses, realized that something seemed off about her thinking.

Meow~

The obedient Energy Devouring Beast squatted on the center console, tilting its cute little head and looking at the constantly changing images and data on the screen with a puzzled expression.

It stretched out its little paws, trying to press, and slapped the screen loudly.

"Woz, is the data collection complete?"

Beckett ignored Hela's "taunts" and instead turned his attention to Woz's screen.

All the data of Super Saiyan Three were clearly displayed on the screen. The terrifying quantitative values not only surprised Beckett himself, but also made Hela's scalp tingle and left her dumbfounded.

"Congratulations, Your His Highness Beckett!"

"This powerful force—"

The loyal subordinate, The Other, was about to resume his sycophantic behavior when Woz's next words left him speechless.

"After calculation and analysis, His Highness Beckett Woz believes that your previous Super Saiyan Three form values have not reached their peak."

As he spoke, Woz pulled up data from when Beckett first reached the Super One Saiyan level on U40 Planet with the help of the Mind Stone, and from when he autonomously transformed into Super One Saiyan in Svartalfheim and beat up Malekith, the Dark Elf King.

There is a significant difference between the two.