His craving had almost reached the level he had felt upon first seeing an Infinity Stone, weaker by the tiniest fraction at most!
What was down there?
Lucian's eyelids snapped up, his gaze fixed firmly on the gray-mist portal.
According to the original Marvel movie setting, the most valuable things in Odin's Vault were nothing more than the Eternal Flame, the Casket of Ancient Winters, and the Tesseract.
The Tesseract and the Aether were already in his possession, while the Eternal Flame and the Casket of Ancient Winters sat on the platforms before him.
Just what kind of heavy hitter had this old man hidden at the bottom of the vault?
Could it be a fragment of law left behind by some ancient god, or a creation artifact that had fallen from another dimension?
He had to go down and take a look.
If he could get his hands on that treasure below, this trip to Asgard would truly pay off spectacularly.
Beside him, Odin had been watching the changes in Lucian's expression.
Seeing this young man from Midgard look past a room full of divine artifacts from the Nine Realms and stare straight at the utterly unremarkable stone door in the deepest recesses, Odin's aged face took on a meaningful expression.
He looked in the direction of Lucian's gaze, fell silent for two seconds, then suddenly chuckled softly.
"Heh... young fellow from Midgard, I thought you would take a liking to that Thousand-Day Gem, or the scepter of Vanaheim."
Odin turned his head, an almost imperceptible trace of approval flashing through his lone eye. "I never expected your eye to be so much sharper than I imagined. You immediately set your sights on the true treasure hidden away in this vault."
Lucian withdrew his gaze and gave a perfectly