On the ancient, vast land of Asgard.
For the first time, Odin returned to his homeland in disgrace.
He had defeated countless enemies, including his father and his elder brother.
He had also faced more than one defeat.
Those failures may have frustrated him, but they had never driven him to despair.
But now...
After declaring the meeting adjourned and watching Tyr and the others depart, Odin no longer felt anger over Thor challenging him.
All that remained in his heart was fear.
Or rather, panic.
And despair!
He had lost too miserably!
This was the first battle of his life in which he had possessed no chance of victory. His enemy had not been fighting him at all—he had been playing with him!
He had not even touched his enemy's skin. Or rather, by the end, he could not even see his enemy's figure clearly!
His weapon had been snatched away by his enemy, and he had been pierced through the heart countless times by his own weapon!
Faced with such an outcome, Odin's heart was filled with despair!
How was he supposed to defeat his enemy now?
How was he supposed to defeat Heisenberg, the utterly unstoppable King of Gods?
Although he had now returned to his own realm with his forces, he knew that conflict would inevitably return one day!
Even the weak would rise up against an invasion.
Let alone the strong?
Heisenberg would never allow him to live leisurely. Asgard had to prepare for war in every respect. Every respect!!!
For a time, Odin could neither sit nor stand still. It was as though he could see Bifrost bridges filling the sky and covering the earth as they descended upon his realm at any moment!
Even in his dreams, he could not sleep peacefully. In