Saitama pulled his fist back, shook off the slime that had splashed onto his hand, and hopped down from the rock worm's corpse. He glanced at the rescued school bus. The kids inside were staring at him through the windows with eyes full of terror and disbelief.
"Alright… this should really be over now, right?" Saitama clapped his hands, turned around, and started walking toward home, muttering to himself, "Hope the supermarket discounts aren't over yet…"
The city's wounds hadn't even finished closing before a new anomaly erupted.
This time, it didn't come from Earth itself—or any known corner of the stars.
It came from a rift in space.
Above the central plaza, without any warning, the air tore open like glass. A massive rift appeared out of nowhere, shimmering with rainbow light, its interior a deep star-filled void. Powerful energy waves swept outward. The temperature plunged, and icy snowflakes actually began drifting down from the sky.
Then several enormous figures stepped out of the rift.
These beings were generally over three meters tall, their skin an icy blue, muscles knotted and brutal. They wore crude armor and carried gigantic axes or warhammers condensed from frost itself. Their eyes glowed with cold blue light.
With every step they took, freezing air poured out. The ground beneath them instantly iced over, and the frost spread outward, layer after layer.
Asgard's mortal enemies had arrived.
Frost Giants.
The leader was even larger than the rest. He threw back his head and roared, and the soundwave itself carried freezing power, instantly turning the plaza fountain into a frozen sculpture. Citizens screamed and scattered, but the dropping temperature slowed their movements. Some were even trapped as the spreading ice locked their feet in place.
"People of Midgard! This world will be sealed in ice!" the giant leader bellowed. He swung his ice hammer into a nearby high-rise. Wherever the hammer passed, steel and concrete were pulverized with ease, and the entire building began to tilt and collapse.
At the critical moment
A bolt of lightning crashed down from the sky!
Along with it came Thor, cloak billowing red, Mjolnir in hand. His eyes burned with fury as his voice boomed like thunder:
"Giants of Jotunheim! You dare invade Midgard?! Get back to your frozen wasteland!"
"Prince of Asgard!" the giant leader recognized him, battle intent surging in his eyes. "With just you, you can't stop us!"
Thor didn't waste words. He swung Mjolnir and called down savage lightning. Thick bolts struck like serpents toward the leader—
But Frost Giants had extremely high resistance to cold-based magic, and the lightning slamming into the leader's heavy ice armor only blasted scorched patches and left a few cracks. It wasn't a fatal blow.
The leader pushed through the lightning and charged straight at Thor, smashing down with a hammer that could freeze everything it touched.
The two powerhouses clashed instantly.
Lightning and frost collided again and again, shockwaves tearing apart the surrounding buildings.
Just then, Saitama walked out of the supermarket nearby, a discounted grocery bag in hand—stuffed with ingredients he'd been looking forward to. He'd been in a good mood, planning to go home and make hotpot.
But as soon as he reached the edge of downtown, he felt the temperature was off. The distant fighting, and the sight of streets rapidly freezing over, made him stop.
"…Now what?" he muttered, staring over—just in time to see Thor's lightning get tanked by the giant, and the thick ice spreading across the road.
Saitama looked down at his plain sneakers, then at the mirror-smooth ice.
His brow furrowed.
"Ice? If it's this slippery, it's easy to fall… what a pain."
(End of Chapter)
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