Kytheron, who had recovered, was stunned for a moment.
"Hmm, was I asleep just now?"
Kytheron stretched out a claw and scratched his head, sparking a cluster of Fire.
He looked at the intact sun disc beside him, and it didn't seem to have changed at all.
However, Kytheron just felt that something was a little off, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was.
He thoroughly checked his body and found nothing unusual.
"System, did anything abnormal happen to me just now?"
Kytheron was still a little uneasy, so he thought of the System and asked it.
Unfortunately, the future System had already informed him.
"Ding! Host, everything is normal with you; nothing abnormal has happened."
"Is that so? Then where does this feeling of being completely off come from? It's strange. Maybe I'm overthinking it!"
So, Kytheron, unable to figure it out, stopped thinking about it. He calmly basked in the Sun and then took out the World Tree branch to begin comprehending the so-called magic energy.
However, whether Kytheron meditated with his eyes closed or stared at the branch with his eyes open, he didn't get the slightest inspiration.
Perhaps it really was a Kryptonian physical issue!
After all, in the original DC Universe, in Universes outside the main World, there were very few Supermen who could use magic.
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be difficult for Superman, with his super brain, to learn if he wanted to.
After all, he had mastered the knowledge of 28 galaxies and could learn a completely unfamiliar language in a few minutes.
If it wasn't a learning ability problem, then perhaps it could only be a Kryptonian physical issue!
However, Kytheron wasn't discouraged, as he himself wasn't a pure-blood Kryptonian.
"Comprehend a few more times."
After possessing the sun disc, which could condense sun god crystals, mastering magic energy was merely icing on the cake.
So, even if he ultimately couldn't comprehend magic energy, it didn't matter.
As evening approached, the afterglow of the Sun had already set. Kytheron, having gained nothing from his comprehension, put the sun disc into the System space and prepared to leave the mountaintop!
He remembered that tonight Volstagg was going to bring out his centuries-old treasured wine for a banquet.
Perhaps because he had become a dragon, Kytheron felt very good about alcohol, a strongly stimulating drink.
"Kytheron, you weren't basking in the Sun in your usual spot today. We were just about to ask Heimdall to look for you!"
Kytheron, coming down from the top of Mount Hols, happened to see Sif in casual clothes.
Having taken off her armor, she now seemed to have transformed from a Valkyrie into an elegant noble lady.
She wore a light gold robe, her dark hair was softly tied up, and even her ears had pendants.
"I changed to a more comfortable place today."
"Sif, you look very different from usual tonight; you're very beautiful!"
Kytheron also smiled and chatted with her.
"Uh! Kytheron, do you also have the same aesthetic as us?"
In Sif's eyes, Kytheron, as a giant dragon, didn't seem capable of having the same aesthetic sense as an Asgardian.
In her imagination, Kytheron probably preferred strong female dragons like himself.
"No! No! No!"
"My view of beauty should be no different from yours."
"Although I believe my current appearance is the most perfect, I can still appreciate your appearance."
The longer he was a dragon, the more Kytheron adapted to his giant dragon body.
Even if sometimes it wasn't as convenient as human hands and feet.
"Kytheron! You are the strangest dragon I have ever seen, and certainly the strongest and most intelligent dragon."
"Moreover, your appearance is much stronger and more elegant than those seemingly clumsy dragon beasts!"
Sif had a very good impression of Kytheron.
In terms of strength, Kytheron was a powerhouse capable of overpowering Thunder God Thor. In terms of character, Kytheron possessed this strength yet upheld the virtues of a warrior.
Asgardians worship the strong, and Kytheron was a qualified and noble strong one.
Kytheron had seen his own image. He admitted he was strong; there were few dragons in the entire Marvel Universe as powerful as him.
As for his appearance! Before he reduced his size, it could definitely be described as ferocious.
Even when he shrunk, the sense of oppression wasn't as strong, but he was definitely not elegant.
However, Kytheron was still very happy to receive such a compliment.
"Thank you for your praise, Lady Sif."
Kytheron expressed his gratitude to Sif.
He just didn't know that in the future, he would be worshipped as a World-destroying evil dragon by those who believed in him.
"Kytheron, Volstagg's feast is ready. Let's go together!"
Sif invited Kytheron.
"Alright, let's go then!"
So, one person and one dragon walked side by side towards Volstagg's residence.
Today's banquet was not as grand as the last one! There were only a dozen or so people.
"Kytheron, Sif, the banquet is waiting for you!"
"Come quickly, come quickly, this is fine wine brewed by the Elves of Alfheim!"
"It's been hundreds of years since I last drank it!"
"That's right, this time Volstagg has painfully brought out all his treasures. We must drink to our heart's content tonight."
Hogun and Fandral were already drinking!
As soon as they saw Kytheron and the others arrive, they immediately walked over with their wine glasses.
He casually handed Kytheron a large glass and made a gesture to drink with Kytheron.
Kytheron, of course, did not refuse. The wine glass was brought to his mouth, and the wine, with its floral fragrance, was swallowed by Kytheron.
It wasn't until it reached his stomach that a strong stimulating sensation surged up.
"Refreshing!"
Kytheron was so stimulated by the aftertaste that he exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.
Compared to Asgard's purely fiery and strong wine, this wine brewed by the Elves was more to Kytheron's liking.
"Kytheron, you're finally here."
At this moment, Thor, dressed in a black cape, also walked over with a wine glass.
He was still in a somewhat bad mood, after all, his father had once again fallen into the Odin Sleep today!
Moreover, his mother Frigga consistently refused to tell him the reason for his father's renewed slumber.
So, he could only drown all his emotions in wine.
Kytheron naturally welcomed all comers and drank heartily.
While Kytheron and the others were drinking merrily, a horrific massacre was unfolding in the Universe.
The executioners were the Kree, who had experimented on the Moon to create the Inhumans.
The massacred party was the Skrulls, known as the "Counterfeit Star People."
They could be considered sworn enemies!
According to the original timeline, their battle would not involve other Kingdoms of the Nine Realms besides Earth.
However, by fate's design, their pursuit battle somehow spread to the Elven Kingdom of Alfheim.
As maintainers of order, when Elves were in trouble, Asgard naturally could not stand idly by!
So, just as Thor was drinking heartily, he received a message from Heimdall.