[Starting as a Class 5 Mutant] Chapter 358/359 (Patreon)

"Impossible!"

From a distance, Odin, Frigga, and the citizens of Asgard cried out in alarm as they watched the massive Twilight Sword descend toward Thor and his companions.

Thor's body froze in fear, and even Hela sneered, convinced that Thor and the others were doomed.

But just as everyone's thoughts spiraled into despair, the white-clad Syd beside Thor calmly raised his right hand.

A crimson glow radiated from his palm.

In an instant, a massive wave of red energy enveloped the descending Twilight Sword, halting its motion mid-air.

Gasps erupted from every corner of Asgard.

The indomitable Twilight Sword, capable of effortlessly destroying mountains, was stopped in its tracks!

Everyone who witnessed the scene was left in shock.

Surtur's attack, a devastating blow that only Odin himself could counter, had been neutralized by this unfamiliar figure standing beside Thor.

From the astonished citizens to Hela, who had been enjoying the spectacle, disbelief spread across their faces.

"This cannot be... How could he stop it?" Hela muttered, her smug demeanor replaced with incredulity.

The one most affected, however, was the fire giant himself. Surtur, who had unleashed the attack, stood frozen in disbelief.

"Who is this Asgardian prince?" he growled.

"A mere son of Odin, stopping my strike? Impossible!"

Enraged, Surtur pulled the Twilight Sword back and swung it again with even greater force.

But once again, the red energy emerged, effortlessly halting the attack.

This time, Surtur's fury reached its peak.

"Impossible!" he bellowed, his voice echoing across Asgard. Flames erupted from the Twilight Sword as he launched a searing torrent of fire toward Thor and his companions.

The intense heat swept across the battlefield, causing even the distant Asgardians to feel the waves of heat rolling over them.

However, just as before, a red barrier of energy appeared, blocking the flames entirely.

Surtur, unable to contain his frustration, roared, "Who are you?! No one but Odin can stand against me! How do you possess such power?!"

Syd remained silent, focused entirely on countering Surtur's attack. Even he acknowledged the immense strength of the fire giant, a force that required his full attention to overcome.

Drawing on the power of chaos magic, Syd channeled his abilities to their utmost limits.

Then, under the stunned gaze of Asgard's citizens, Syd uttered a single word:

"Light."

The world brightened as a dazzling sunlight engulfed everything in sight. The radiance stretched across the horizon, its brilliance overwhelming.

As the light concentrated, Syd directed its power into a single, devastating beam that shot toward Surtur.

"Ahhh!"

The beam pierced Surtur's chest, creating a massive, gaping hole. The sight was eerily reminiscent of the injury Odin had inflicted earlier with Gungnir.

The crowd held their breath, their disbelief mounting.

This mysterious prince, with a mere word, had unleashed an attack powerful enough to wound Surtur in a way only Odin had managed before.

As Surtur reeled from the blow, Syd extended his right hand once more. A powerful surge of red energy enveloped the Twilight Sword. With a sharp movement, Syd flung the weapon far into the distance, where it crashed into the ground with a resounding thud.

Deprived of his weapon, Surtur seemed significantly weakened, his fiery aura dimming.

Syd, floating into the air to match Surtur's towering height, unleashed another barrage of attacks. This time, crimson spheres of chaos magic erupted from his hands, bombarding the fire giant relentlessly.

Without the Twilight Sword, Surtur's defenses crumbled. Each blast pushed him further back, his once-formidable presence diminished.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Under the relentless assault, Surtur's massive form began to falter. Finally, the combined power of chaos magic and the sunlight beam severed his body into fragments, his limbs collapsing in different directions.

Crash!

The ground quaked as Surtur's dismembered form fell, the shockwaves sending dust and debris into the air.

As the giant's body began to regenerate, Syd narrowed his eyes. He summoned all his strength, unleashing a torrent of chaos magic to envelop the fragments. The red energy surged, evaporating Surtur's body piece by piece.

Within moments, only a massive skull remained.

"No!" Surtur's voice echoed, filled with disbelief.

"This cannot be! No one should be able to stop me!"

"How... how is this possible?!"

His despair reverberated across the battlefield as his skull, too, was consumed by the crimson energy.

Silence fell over Asgard as the onlookers processed what had just transpired.

Hela, who had watched the entire battle unfold, stood frozen, her jaw slack. For the first time, the Goddess of Death was at a loss for words.

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The mighty Surtur, capable of battling Odin himself, had been defeated—and in such an overwhelming manner?

How could this be possible?

Floating in the sky with an imposing aura, Syd's presence struck awe into all who witnessed him.

Hela, who had initially dismissed him as insignificant, was now questioning everything.

She had been confident that this "White Knight" was no different from Thor or Loki—just another opponent she could crush.

But now… Crush?

Watching Surtur's battered form, reduced to a mere head, Hela's disbelief was palpable.

"This is nothing like Thor or Loki. This is absurd!"

The citizens of Asgard, too, were in shock.

They had expected this unknown prince to either die or become a liability for Odin.

But instead, here he was, standing victorious.

Looking up at the radiant figure of Syd hovering above Surtur's remains, the Asgardians couldn't reconcile this reality with their expectations.

Gasps filled the air as awe and excitement replaced despair.

"With a prince like this, who would dare provoke Asgard?"

Over the years, Odin's retreat from conquest had diminished Asgard's reputation in the universe. Many younger factions no longer respected Asgard, even daring to challenge them.

But with the emergence of this powerful new prince, the Asgardians felt their pride returning.

"So, Prince Thor was telling the truth earlier…"

The citizens murmured among themselves, remembering Thor's words about Syd's unmatched power. Many had dismissed it as exaggeration, yet now they felt ashamed for doubting him.

While the citizens marveled, Hela's expression darkened.

She recalled mocking Thor earlier:

"Dear brother, have you gone mad to make such claims?"

"Do you even know what true power is?"

Now, as she looked at the defeated Surtur and the commanding figure of Syd, Hela couldn't help but feel her earlier words come back to haunt her.

On the battlefield, Thor and Valkyrie were equally stunned.

Thor, having witnessed his brother's extraordinary powers before, was less surprised but still awed. Valkyrie, on the other hand, struggled to comprehend what she had just seen.

"This… is ridiculous," Valkyrie thought, beads of sweat forming as she recalled the fearsome power of Surtur.

"Compared to this monster of a prince, even Hela pales in comparison."

Meanwhile, Surtur, reduced to a single, massive head, began to regain his composure.

"You think this changes anything?" he sneered, his voice dripping with derision.

"I am immortal! I was born to destroy Asgard, and you cannot kill me!"

"Even Odin, at his peak, couldn't destroy me!"

"Go ahead, celebrate your victory. One day, I will return, and when I do, it will be the end of you and Asgard!"

Surtur's mocking laughter echoed across the battlefield.

Though Thor and the others were pleased by the victory, Surtur's words dampened their spirits.

He was right—his crown, the source of his immortality, could not be destroyed.

In the distance, Odin sighed, ready to suggest sealing the crown once more.

But before he could speak, Syd's calm voice cut through the tension.

"Oh? Is that so?"

"I'd like to test the limits of your crown," he said with a hint of amusement.

Surtur opened his eyes, laughing coldly.

"Foolish child. No one can destroy my crown. Not even you."

"Try if you wish, but you'll fail. And while you're at it, remember this: one day, you'll fall to someone stronger, while I will remain to witness your demise!"

"Ahahaha!"

Surtur's laughter echoed, even as the tension on the battlefield grew.

Thor glanced at Syd, unsure of what to say. He opened his mouth to speak but hesitated, not wanting to undermine his brother's confidence.

From the sidelines, Hela smirked.

"This so-called brother of mine—strong, yes, but also arrogant," she thought.

"Even Odin couldn't destroy the crown. What makes him think he can? Ridiculous."

Even Odin, watching from afar, felt a pang of concern.

"Young and headstrong, just like I was," Odin mused, fearing that failure might shatter Syd's spirit.

The citizens of Asgard, too, doubted. Despite Syd's earlier display of power, they couldn't believe he could achieve what even Odin could not.

As everyone held their breath, Surtur's mocking smile persisted.

Yet, amidst the tension, Syd remained serene.

His right hand slowly lifted, a calm yet unstoppable force emanating from him.

(End of Chapter)

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