"I... I really saw the Savior?!"
"Alive? Alive?!"
"Am I dreaming?!"
The man, clad in a golden-trimmed robe with a silver base, trembled, his thin mustache twitching with excitement.
"Ah, no, Lord Savior, please wait a moment!"
Suddenly remembering his unfinished mission to eliminate demons, the man took a few steps back, bowed respectfully to Beckett and Hela, formed a hand seal, and began chanting obscure incantations.
The villagers, who had previously believed they could revive infinitely, gradually met their demise under the silent pressure. Deep yellow sand rained down, its pattering sound causing Beckett to dissipate the energy he had gathered.
"Savior?"
Interesting.
Beckett didn't recall ever being a savior, nor was he the type of person to be one.
In Beckett's opinion, the true savior of this universe should be his adoptive father, Thanos, not himself.
"Why are there portraits of both of us on that badge he's wearing?"
Compared to Beckett, Hela, with her keener observation, focused on the badge worn by the magician.
Beckett and Hela's portraits were lifelike. Below their images, the name "Menis" was inscribed, resembling an identification tag.
"Could it be... that group from back then?"
Memories flooding his mind, Hela instantly recalled the world's natives she had rescued from the United Vanguard of the Nine Realms when she first arrived on Midgard with Beckett.
More accurately, she had rescued them.
Hela had been quite indignant about it for a while.
She had been the first one...
Beckett had only acted after being provoked by the United Vanguard of the Nine Realms. Why did he receive the same treatment as her?
She was the Princess of Asgard, the future ruler of the Nine Realms.
Whoosh!
The ring on Beckett's right wrist flashed, and Woz appeared, stepping onto the deep yellow sand with a crunch.
"Woz?"
Beckett glanced at Woz, who had appeared of his own volition, with surprise. This was uncharacteristic of him.
"This sand seems to contain very strange energy fluctuations, Your Highness Beckett." Woz, reaching into a pocket on his abdomen, pulled out a large jar and bent down, his chubby little hands scooping the sand from the ground into the jar.
"Meow~"
The orange cat, perched on Beckett's shoulder, let out a lazy yawn, squinting at the mechanical cat with feline features.
"That is power from another dimension, Lord Savior."
Having completed his incantations and purification ritual, the magician Menis walked up to Beckett and Hela, bowed respectfully, and explained.
"On Midgard, there are many tribes who have been misled by demons from other dimensions. They offer their souls as a price to gain power far beyond that of ordinary people from these interdimensional demons."
"This tribe was one of them."
"That's impossible!"
As the future ruler of the Nine Realms, Hela immediately rejected the magician's statement.
How could her father, Odin, possibly allow those interdimensional demons to interfere with Midgard?!
This was territory already incorporated into their Asgardian domain. Her father would absolutely not permit such a situation within his territory.
Hela was certain.
"In fact, it is indeed as you say, Lord Savior." Faced with Hela's denial, Menis was momentarily unsure how to explain.
"You don't seem to be wary of us?"
Beckett didn't care about demons or anything of the sort. What concerned him was why this magician, who had appeared so suddenly, was behaving this way towards him and Hela.
By normal logic, strangers meeting for the first time should maintain a certain level of caution.
But this Menis was different.
From the moment they met, he kept calling them "Lord Savior."
Don't talk about religious beliefs; Beckett didn't believe he had performed any convincing miracles on Midgard like Odin had.
"Of course, you may not remember, but six months ago, I was one of the humans you saved!"
Speaking of the incident six months prior, Menis looked at Beckett with adoration and fervor in his eyes.
He would never forget the sight of Beckett, with his golden hair and blue eyes, descending like a god and sweeping away the United Vanguard of the Nine Realms.
It was Beckett who reignited his hope for survival, and it was Beckett who opened the door to the path of strength for him.
It was also because of Beckett that, when he gained power from the interdimensional demons, he immediately dyed the front part of his black hair golden.
Two-thirds black hair, one-third golden hair, a tribute to Savior Beckett's normal state and Super Saiyan hair colors.
"My eyes will never deceive me; they are the Eyes of Truth."
"Therefore, Lord Savior, I would never mistake someone!"
Menis knelt on one knee, bowing his head to show loyalty.
Although he knew his loyalty might be insignificant in Beckett's eyes, he was still willing to do his best to express his feelings.
[...]
Hela, standing nearby, felt a surge of frustration.
She had been the one to...
Save people, or confront the united vanguard of the Nine Realms...
But why was it Beckett who left a greater impression on more people?
Just because he had blonde hair and blue eyes, making him easily recognizable?
Hela pondered whether she should get her hair re-dyed when she returned to Asgard.
"I remember you saying earlier that you had finally arrived?"
"What did you mean by that?"
After gazing down at Menis, who was bowing in loyalty, for a long time, Beckett broke the increasingly strange silence.
"Lord Savior, I have been tracking the people of this tribe for a long time."
"Their power comes from Orphie, one of the interdimensional demon gods."
"Not long ago, I discovered they had captured an Energy Devouring Beast, and it seemed they intended to use its abilities to forcibly break through the restraints and descend upon Midgard."
"To prevent them from achieving their goal, I pursued them relentlessly. However, I didn't expect that the Energy Devouring Beast they captured was actually your pet, Lord Savior."
Menis, questioned by Beckett, responded excitedly, spilling out everything he knew.
The orange cat, understanding the phrase "was captured," immediately revealed a dangerous glint in its brown eyes, baring its teeth and puffing up its fur.
"Orphie, the interdimensional demon god..."
Upon hearing this, Beckett walked step by step towards Menis, bending over and resting his right arm on his knee, a bloodthirsty smile curling his lips. "Can you make him come out?"
"Huh?" Menis was taken aback and nodded subconsciously, "Yes, I can, but—"
"Then make him come out."
"I command you in the name of the Savior."
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