At 10:24 in the morning, Heisenberg climbed out of his tent.
Ever since that night three days ago, when he had transported the Asgardians to Liberty State Park through the Bifrost...
The victors' revelry had never stopped!
The Asgardians were exceptionally sincere in their love of alcohol and celebration. They drank until they fell asleep, slept until they woke up, then kept going, so there were always at least a hundred thousand people at the banquet boasting, chatting nonsense, sparring, and trading blows.
Along with the enthusiastic Earthlings...
Heisenberg sat up, ignoring the two women beside him who were still sleeping soundly.
His Bio-field moved continuously, dressing him in the exquisite, elaborate King of Gods attire Frigga had prepared for him.
Back when he had relied on his own strength to roam the world, he could wander around in pajamas if he wanted.
At the time, he had relied on nothing but his own power. He had no need to consider anyone else, much less care what others thought of him.
But now, since he had chosen to command the power of others to conquer the universe instead of doing everything himself like a lone wolf...
Then naturally, he needed to maintain a suitable image before his countless subordinates.
However...
Heisenberg frowned in annoyance.
He did not particularly like what he was wearing. Someone else's style would never truly be his!
They needed to hurry up and make his own armor!
His gaze passed through the tent toward Thor in the distance, who was playing a hammer-lifting game with countless New York citizens.
That guy looked pretty good in his own armor, didn't he?
Your own was always the best.
Shaking his head to himself, Heisenberg left the tent and entered the crowd.
"Yo, Your Majesty, did you rest