"Defeated? But you unlocked my seal."
Qino spoke calmly.
"You sealed my magic, so now it's a fistfight."
"Unlocked the seal?"
Before Odin could react, Qino's fist came crashing down.
Odin's pupils contracted sharply as he instinctively raised the Eternal Spear to block the blow.
Boom—Boom—Boom—
Odin's body was flung through the cosmos like a golden comet, smashing through several small asteroids before finally crashing into a dust cloud and halting.
He looked down at his trembling hands.
Wasn't this guy a demon king, not a warrior?
Where did this overwhelming strength come from without magic?
"Don't daydream on the battlefield!"
Qino's voice echoed like a thunderclap across the stars. In this moment, he was the God of Destruction.
His entire being exuded a terrifying aura.
He kicked hard against Odin's golden energy shield, and with a sharp crack, the seemingly indestructible barrier shattered like fragile glass.
Before Qino could follow up with another punch, two small asteroids—each several kilometers wide—suddenly collided together with Qino trapped between them.
BOOM—
The deafening explosion was like a supernova detonating, shaking the entire star system. The resulting shockwave kicked up dust and debris, creating a massive cloud in the void of space.
Suddenly, countless golden chains emerged from the void, locking into place. The flying dust froze in midair as space itself was sealed.
Odin knew: with Qino's power before, this wouldn't hold him—but it would buy time.
Sure enough, the next second, the two colliding asteroids erupted with blinding light.
The supposedly unbreakable golden chains were torn apart by the violent energy, disintegrating into golden sparkles that dissolved into the void.
Just as Qino emerged from the explosion, a rainstorm of golden threads shot toward him like meteors streaking across the dark universe.
Without hesitation, Qino activated his Divine Speed. His body transformed into a golden bolt of lightning and vanished from sight.
The golden threads chased after him relentlessly, slicing through space like starlight daggers.
"It's useless. Once Gungnir is unleashed, it never misses. Unless you die, there's no escape. Surrender now, and I'll recall it."
Odin's tone wavered with uncertainty.
He stared at the golden net blanketing the starry sky.
That speed… only afterimages remain. Even Gungnir can't catch him. If he had launched a sneak attack from the start, the battle would've ended instantly.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
"Yeah… Gungnir used to pierce its targets and return in an instant…"
Something felt off.
Odin snapped his head to the side and saw Qino standing right next to him.
Then he looked again at the distant scene—Gungnir was still chasing what looked like Qino.
"Then who's that?"
"Don't be surprised. That's also me—from a few seconds ago."
Residual time.
An advanced use of Divine Speed.
He could have destroyed Gungnir, but he planned to keep it—after all, it'll be his soon.
Qino cracked his knuckles, the sound pop pop resonating through the void.
He had deliberately taken a few hits earlier. Now, his strength was at an unprecedented level.
"Shall we continue?"
"Wait, I… UGH!"
Before Odin could finish, Qino punched him across the face, knocking out an ancient tooth. Before he could fly away, another punch slammed him back.
Ora Ora Ora Ora…!
Qino's fists rained down like a storm, each punch carrying full force.
This old guy is a lot tougher than he looks.
The people of Asgard stood frozen, staring in disbelief at their god-king being utterly pummeled.
Then they erupted in cheers.
"Demon King! Demon King! Demon King!""The new God-King is amazing!""That punch was incredible! Someone hit me next!""I will!"
Two warriors who made eye contact charged at each other and began brawling on the spot.
No one stopped them—on the contrary, they cheered them on.
This is Asgard.
As long as your strength is supreme, if you win fair and square under the witness of the gods, they will recognize your status, your honor, your majesty.
"Beautiful punches!"
Thor slapped the ground excitedly.
Completely oblivious that the one getting beat to a pulp… was his father.
Meanwhile, elsewhere—
Hela watched as Odin got the beating of his life, and for the first time, she felt utterly refreshed.
It was a pity she wasn't the one throwing the punches.
Her hands started itching for action. Her gaze drifted toward Thor.
Thor, still excitedly pounding the ground, suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He looked up—only to lock eyes with Hela's dangerously calm expression.
"W-What do you want?"
Thor's voice trembled with dread. A bad feeling crept over him.
"So rude. You should call me sister."
Hela gently stroked his hair.
Thor had the horrifying sensation that his head was about to be detached from his body. Dancing on the edge of death, he wanted to cry.
"S-Sister… What do you want?"
"You're too weak. Let me test your combat skills."
"Combat? I don't—AHHH!"
Frigga sighed and shook her head, turning off the viewing screen.
In the void of space…
Qino finally stopped.
"Still want to fight?"
"No… I surrender."
Odin was covered in bruises, barely recognizable.
This pain reminded him of the humiliation he suffered from the Celestials in his youth.
And yet… in his heart, he felt a strange sense of relief.
The stronger the new God-King, the more glorious Asgard's future. At last, he could lay down the heavy burden he had carried for eons.
"Sign the contract. From now on, you're under me."
Qino took out a potion to speed up Odin's recovery, then presented a contract.
"I never agreed to be your subordinate!"
Odin's face darkened.
The Allfather, Odin, submitting to the new God-King? What a humiliation.
And he didn't have much time left.
"If you don't become my subordinate, then I won't be God-King."
Qino acted shamelessly.
He knew Odin was a peak single-universe powerhouse. He wasn't about to let him go.
Thanos, that lonely old brute, had no leverage against him.
But Odin—he had a family. That could be used.
"Despicable!"
"Quit whining and sign the contract. You won't regret it. I'll even help you take revenge on those Celestials who bullied you."
Odin's face twisted in frustration…
But in the end, he signed the contract.
When the two returned to Asgard, they saw Hela sitting atop someone, fists flying furiously.
On closer inspection, the victim was Thor. He was swollen, bruised, and looked like a pig.
"Father… you're alive—UGH!"
Thor barely got the words out before Hela slammed another punch into his gut, knocking the air out of him.
She was venting all her suppressed hatred for Odin… on poor, unlucky Thor.
"Hela, stop."
Odin's voice was weak, tinged with resignation.
"What, feeling sorry now? I remember the injuries I took for you were way worse."
Hela smiled gleefully.
Suddenly, she noticed something odd—Odin stood half a step behind Qino.
"Odin, you submitted to the Demon King?"
Odin didn't reply.
Hela burst out laughing.
"Hahaha! You've really outdone yourself as a God-King. Gave away Asgard's treasures and now you're his lackey! HAHAHA!"
Her mocking laughter echoed across the skies of Asgard.
Odin's mouth twitched.
"What?! Father, you gave Asgard to the Demon King?!"
Thor was shocked.
"It was the only way to save Asgard."
Odin sighed deeply.
His thoughts drifted back…
("Odin, Ragnarok is coming. What do you plan to do?"
"Is that truly your plan? I have another way. But it comes with a price…"
"You must give up your throne—to the Demon King from Earth."
"Impossible? Maybe. But Asgard will survive… And perhaps even thrive again. He can do what you couldn't.")
Quote of the Chapter:"True kings are not those who hold the throne, but those who can walk away from it for the sake of their people."
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