Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.

The demon god from another dimension was defeated in the powerful spell seal of the young man, and on the broken altar, the fragments of the bronze ancient tripod engraved with mystical patterns were completely wiped out into nothingness.

Woz, who hurried to the scene with a stereo on his shoulder, turned off the music used to crack the mind control magic of the alien god, blinking a pair of large eyes to target the mysterious young man in the milky white mage robe.

It's an instinctive reaction, but ......

"Unable to build a character strength model???"

Wadsz froze.

This is a rare occurrence, considering that this has not happened in the past in Vat Alheim, even with Malekith facing the aether particles in his hands.

"It's not a good habit to snoop on other people's privacy, kitten." A smile appeared on the young handsome face, which startled Woz, who was still scanning harder.

"Who are you?!"

"Why are you here?!"

Hela, who had combed her hair into a beating appearance, did not let her guard down because of the departure of the alien god, and this young man who suddenly burst out of the magic circle felt particularly strange to her.

Obviously, you don't have such a huge reserve of mana in your body, but you can easily cast a seal magic that requires a lot of mana?

When did Midgard begin to have this kind of existence?

Hela felt compelled to go back and report to her father, Odin.

"My name is Cuba, a disciple of the Supreme Master, an Asgardian."

The young man named Cuba seems to be very smiling, and his delicate face and smile are particularly sunny under his black curls that are swept by the wind.

"Supreme Mage?"

Hela frowned, she hadn't heard of this person at all.

Is there still this number one on Midgard?

Hela, who had always focused on conquering other realms, didn't know much about Midgard, and the only thing she knew was that her father, Odin, seemed to value the world and placed fortifications in it every once in a while.

"Meow~"

After washing its little feet by the river, the escaped Yuandevour beast dried its hair with its own energy, and its thin body, which was a little heavier, jumped over, and then lazily lay on Baker Street's shoulder, its cute round head arched Beckett's bare skin, stretched out its pink tongue and licked it, and the flattering meaning was overflowing.

"I've been tracking this Yuan-devouring beast for several days, but I didn't expect it to have an owner." Cuba smiled and looked at the orange cat who was begging for food for Beckett, with a hint of regret in his words.

"Meow~"

The Elemental Devourer blinked with a pair of big eyes, and the small fleshy claws of the puff puff held the energy ball handed over by Beckett, nibbling in small bites, its orange tail swaying happily, and from time to time it touched the red tail behind Beckett to show friendship.

"The magic power you just used isn't your own power, right?" Because of the fortification of the nutrient solution, Beckett has been extremely sensitive to cosmic energy since he was a child.

Just now, the power used by the young man who called himself Cuba to seal the passage of the alien god Beckett could see clearly, it was the same energy from the alien dimension as the alien god.

For this reason, Beckett did not dissipate the Super Saiyan state.

The hostility in his heart did not dissipate.

Who knows if this man is in the same group as the alien god who was just about to be summoned by the Midgarts.

"I'm sorry, but the way power works is the secret of our lineage." Cuba waved away the snow from the white mage's robes, smiled politely at Beckett, and then put on his hood, obscuring his delicate face.

"Outsider, leave Midgard with your pets, or you'll all be in danger."

"There is a demon god from another dimension who has his eyes on the Elemental Eater on your shoulder, and he wants to use the strange power of the Elemental Eater to break through the blockade set by the teacher and descend on Midgard."

"So, for the sake of your personal safety, it's better to get out of here as soon as possible, even if it's better to follow that Asgardian back to Asgard than to stay here."

"What did you say?"

Before the words fell, the man whose whole body was wrapped in a white mage robe disappeared in front of Beckett's eyes in an instant.

"Gone, gone?!"

The Other, who accompanied Wox all the way over with the stereo on his shoulder, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and saw a big change of life.

What about people?

The one who was still standing there just now, what about the big one?

"Completely undetectable energy fluctuations, Your Highness Beckett." Woz, who had never given up on building a character model of Cuba's own system for the magician, reported the final results to Beckett.

Nothing.

"Supreme Master's, disciple?"

Hela frowned.

She felt she needed to change her mind about Midgard.

Among the Nine Realms, the natives of Midgard were the weakest in Hela's opinion, and even the dwarves who only knew how to fight iron were much better than them in terms of strength. The few wars that Hela commanded at Midgard over the years are testament to this.

The weaker natives worshipped them as legendary gods, wrote books and biographies for the Asgardians, and established so-called religions, believing in their Asgardian religion.

Typical such as Odin.

As a child, Hela used to see several copies of the Odin Myth written by Midgard in Odin's library.

However, what had just happened had shattered Hela's stereotype of the Midgarts.

She naturally knew how strong the demon gods of another time and space were, and some of these mysterious existences were comparable to her father Odin.

There was a bit of parallel trade in it, but it wasn't something the weaker Midgarts could withstand.

"It seems that you haven't really unified the Nine Realms yet."

After the departure of Wizard Cuba, Beckett also dispersed his Super Saiyan form, and his golden hair color faded back to jet black.

The upward curve of the corners of his mouth was particularly glaring to Hela.

"Does the Supreme Master still have his disciples?"

"Interesting."

Beckett lowered his head and reached out to tease the orange cat on his shoulder who was still nibbling on the energy ball, his eyes cold.

He really wanted to see which one of the unsighted people dared to do something to his pet.

By the way, he also wants to know how strong the so-called alien demon god, the demon god of different latitudes, is.

Of course, the most important thing is that his fists are already hungry and thirsty.

As a Saiyan, what excites him the most?

Of course, it is an enemy who can have a hearty battle with him.

"I'm looking forward to it."

The curvature of the sneer on the corner of his mouth became more and more open, and the next second, it was interrupted by the roar of a human who had finally escaped from under the ruins of the broken altar.

"Damn it! What did you all do?! ”