Preparation

"Heimdall?"

On the second floor of the training grounds, Ryan, who had been sitting on the sofa reading the news, suddenly looked up.

Just moments ago, he had clearly sensed someone trying to lock onto his location.

"Lord Ryan, what is it?"

Sebas, who had been waiting silently nearby, asked upon seeing Ryan's reaction.

"Someone is trying to spy on my location. Unless I'm mistaken, it should be those self-proclaimed gods from Asgard."

Ryan rose from the sofa, glanced at the ceiling, and chuckled.

With that peeping tom Heimdall stationed at the observatory all day, he had never expected to keep this hidden from Asgard. Still, he was rather surprised that Heimdall had failed to break through the anti-detection magic he had set up.

To prevent the base on Mars from being exposed, he had even put away the World Item that concealed it from detection and stayed here with Sebas as bait, waiting for Asgard's people to come knocking so he could truly assess Asgard's strength before the battle.

After all, while he often complained that his system had been beaten half to death, when it came to running away... ahem, traveling between worlds, the half-broken system had never let him down. If the situation truly turned bad, a strategic retreat would take only an instant.

Even if it ended up being a little embarrassing, learning the enemy's true strength would still make it worthwhile.

Yet he had not expected all that calculation to be wasted effort.

He had merely cast every anti-detection spell from the first tier to the tenth tier. The supposedly miraculous All-Seeing Eye could not even see through that—had he overestimated them?

Ryan's eyes flickered as he shook his head.

Arrogance was unacceptable. Even if Heimdall's All-Seeing Eye was somewhat undeserving of its reputation, Odin's