In the Grand Arena, cheers rose like a tsunami.
"Prince Lucci is mighty!"
"The Fourth Prince is invincible!"
"Three punches! He defeated the Warriors Three in three punches!"
Countless warriors and citizens stared fanatically at the lone figure in the center.
They had witnessed not a victory of technique—but an absolute crushing by pure power.
Volstagg embedded in the wall, Fandral and Hogun flying like snapped kites…
The images burned into everyone's memory.
Yet Lucci's face showed no pride or excitement.
He glanced indifferently at the Warriors Three as Thor helped them up, judging their strength clearly.
Too weak.
Strength, speed, reaction—compared to him, the gap was fundamental.
This trial confirmed one thing:
In Asgard, he might not find an opponent even using only physical strength.
Even Odin—his might came from divine power and mastery of laws. In pure physicality, Odin might not surpass him at this point.
Lucci's gaze pierced the arena dome and fell into deep space.
A purple figure flashed through his mind.
"Thanos…"
He murmured.
The mad Titan who would one day gather the Infinity Stones—snapping his fingers to erase half of all life in the universe.
Even without the Stones, Thanos's physical might was enough to crush Hulk with ease.
"Compared to him… who's stronger?"
A faint curve tugged at Lucci's lips.
That thought sparked a trace of interest.
But for now, Asgard could no longer provide him with useful reference.
The cheers around him were no different from the silence of a library.
With a thought, faint invisible ripples spread around him.
In the next instant, under tens of thousands of gazes, his figure vanished from the center of the arena.
That unpredictable departure triggered another wave of screams and excitement.
Everyone understood now—
The Fourth Prince not only possessed an invincible body, but also unfathomable power.
…
At the same time, in Asgard's palace temple, the Queen of Gods arrived in haste.
Her luxurious gown swept the floor in an elegant arc, but worry filled her beautiful face.
"Odin!"
Before she even reached him, she spoke—her voice tense.
Odin, meditating on the throne, opened his eyes and looked at his wife, warmth and inquiry in his gaze.
"Frigga. Why are you so flustered?"
"I went to Lucci's palace to find him. I wanted to see him," Frigga said, stopping before the throne with knitted brows. "But the maidservants told me… Lucci went to the Grand Arena!"
When she said "Grand Arena," her voice rose involuntarily.
That was where Asgard's defenders tested themselves—where warriors spilled blood and sweat.
Lucci had shown astonishing talent in knowledge and laws, but in Frigga's heart, he was still a child.
"Odin! Those gladiators and warriors don't hold back. What if they hurt him? He's smart, but his combat experience…"
Her worry was obvious. She could picture how helpless a quiet, intelligent child might be in a violent arena.
Odin looked at her anxious face and wore a mysterious smile.
He patted the back of her hand gently and said in a calm, powerful voice:
"Frigga, my queen. You underestimate our child too much."
"Hm?" Frigga looked at him doubtfully.
"Don't worry." Odin leaned back, eyes gleaming with wisdom. "A few days ago, the instructors teaching Lucci combat all came to me together to… 'complain.'"
"Complain?" Frigga was even more confused.
"Yes. Complain." Odin's smile widened. "They said they didn't feel like they were teaching a prince—only tickling an ancient dragon wearing human skin.
"Their attacks couldn't even move Lucci's body.
"They said his physical power is terrifying."
Odin's tone carried pride—he had clearly learned their expressions of shock, helplessness, and awe.
Frigga stood stunned, disbelief on her face.
"This… is true? Lucci… even his body…"
She had thought his heaven-defying strength lay in wisdom and spirit. She never imagined his pure physical might could reach such a frightening degree.
Still, Frigga's worry did not fully fade.
She knew Asgard's warriors—especially the arena's top fighters—were far beyond ordinary instructors.
"No. I still can't relax." Frigga shook her head decisively. "Odin, come with me. Let's go see."
She needed to confirm he was safe.
Odin looked at her resolute eyes and smiled helplessly. He knew her love for their children.
He rose to go with her—
When a loud, excited voice came from outside the hall.
"Father! Mother! What I saw at the Grand Arena— you wouldn't believe it! Hah!"
Thor burst in laughing, Mjolnir in hand, face flushed, eyebrows dancing with excitement.
Frigga hurried to him, grabbed his arm, and asked urgently:
"Thor, you went to the Grand Arena? Perfect timing! Where is your brother Lucci? What happened? Is anyone injured?"
Thor froze for a moment, then his expression became strange—like he had heard a huge joke.
He blinked at his worried mother and said in a tone that didn't know whether to laugh or cry:
"Mother… what are you talking about?
"The one you should worry about isn't Lucci.
"It's his opponents!"
"What?" Frigga was completely stunned.
Even Odin, beside the throne, showed a flicker of interest.
"Thor—be clear. What happened at the Grand Arena?" Odin asked.
Thor took a deep breath to calm himself.
He looked at Odin, then Frigga, and said excitedly:
"The Warriors Three—Volstagg, Fandral, and Hogun—joined forces to challenge Lucci!"
"What?!" Frigga cried out, her face turning pale.
The Warriors Three were Thor's close friends—top warriors of Asgard.
If Thor fought them without Mjolnir, it would take real effort.
How could Lucci withstand them?
But Odin noticed the fanatical admiration on Thor's face, and a wild guess formed in his heart—so wild it felt insane.
"And the result?" Odin's voice trembled faintly.
Thor grinned brilliantly, raising three fingers.
"Three punches!
"Lucci only used three punches!
"First punch—Volstagg flew into the wall like a painting!
"Second punch—Fandral was blasted dozens of meters back and fell unconscious!
"Third punch—Hogun's weapon snapped, and he followed Fandral!
"From start to finish—Lucci didn't take a single step!"
Thor's voice echoed in the grand temple, each word striking Odin and Frigga like a heavy hammer.
Frigga covered her mouth, shock and disbelief flooding her eyes.
She had been worried Lucci would be bullied—yet instead…
Lucci crushed Asgard's three great young warriors with absolute dominance.
The contrast blanked her mind.
And Odin—the supreme God-King—also brightened.
In his single eye, an unprecedented radiance erupted.
Shocking.
Beyond shocking.
He thought he had already overestimated Lucci. He believed Lucci's body was merely "strong."
He never imagined it could reach "invincible."
Runes, magic, illusions, divine power, time, space…
And now—this flesh that crushed all.
An uncontrollable thought rose in Odin's heart:
Omnipotent.
My fourth son… is growing toward "omniscience and omnipotence."
It seems his talent has no flaw, no dead end.
"I truly cannot imagine… how high he will reach in the future!"
Odin was filled with excitement and emotion.
Frigga recovered from shock, replaced by limitless pride and joy.
She looked at Odin, smiling softly.
"Odin… I think our child will surpass you."
Odin opened his mouth, trying to maintain the dignity of a God-King.
But thinking it over… she seemed at least somewhat right.
Lucci would undoubtedly transcend limits. That was certain.
Still—he felt uncomfortable hearing it from her.
"I am Asgard's God-King," he said stiffly, "your husband. Do I not need face?"
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PS: Bonus chapter at 100 PS