The instant Lucas was locked onto by that will, an overwhelming and unprecedented sense of danger surged through him.
Saiyans possessed an instinctive sensitivity to combat, and precisely because of that, the suffocating pressure felt even more intense to him.
Since Lucas had been born into this world, no lifeform had ever made him feel threatened to such an extent.
The confidence he had just gained from his sudden increase in strength was now facing a severe challenge.
In the next moment, the space at the center of that colossal pupil twisted in a bizarre manner.
Then, driven by invisible spatial fluctuations, an enormous tentacle slowly extended from the depths of the extradimensional realm.
The word "slow" was only relative to its unimaginably massive size—
its actual movement speed was measured in tens of thousands of kilometers per second.
Of course, within this boundless extradimensional domain, such speed could indeed be considered sluggish.
The massive tentacle quickly approached the golden passage and began coiling around it, attempting to forcibly restrain its operation.
From Lucas's perspective, the extradimensional realm outside had been almost completely filled by that enormous tentacle.
The tentacle was nearly transparent, but faint ripples—like waves on water—flowed along its surface, distinguishing it from the surrounding space.
The crushing pressure made Lucas feel as though the sky itself were collapsing, a terrifying force pressing down on every part of his body.
Yet Lucas did not panic.
Saiyans never feared powerful enemies.
On the contrary, the ki within him had already entered combat mode, ready to be unleashed at any moment.
Outside the passage, the instant the tentacle made contact, countless brilliant strands of golden light burst forth.
The intangible tentacle reacted as if a normal person had touched high-voltage electricity—
visible spatial distortions instantly appeared.
Violent, unknown fluctuations spread outward, overlapping frequencies producing high-frequency infrasonic waves beyond the range of human hearing.
To Lucas, however, it felt as though something were screaming in agony within the silent extradimensional void.
"Damn that Sorcerer Supreme! One day, both you and your world will be devoured by me!"
"When that day comes, I will make you beg for death and be denied even that mercy!"
A vast consciousness echoed throughout the extradimensional realm.
But Lucas was not someone who would back down after being startled.
If this had happened earlier, he might truly have been powerless against such a being.
Now, however—after being strengthened by spatial energy refined through the Tesseract—that was no longer certain.
Lucas raised his arms, bringing his palms together in front of him.
Vast quantities of ki surged and condensed rapidly, flowing between his hands.
Soon, a tiny point of light appeared between his palms—
then it was continuously compressed and refined.
In truth, aside from special techniques like the Solar Flare, most techniques in the Dragon Ball system were simply methods of compressing and concentrating internal energy before releasing it.
The differences lay only in their effects and destructive properties.
Buzz—
The energy sphere between his palms grew from the size of a sesame seed to that of an apple.
Though it appeared small, the energy within had already been compressed to an extreme degree.
This was also the strongest attack Lucas could currently unleash.
If released on Earth, it would at the very least erase an entire American state from the map—
not merely surface devastation, but total annihilation of land itself.
Using the insights he had gained earlier, Lucas twisted the space in front of him, opening a pitch-black, distorted spatial aperture.
From beyond the opening came a sensation so chaotic it defied description.
Without hesitation, Lucas hurled the energy sphere into it and immediately sealed the spatial rift shut.
This was one of the spatial manipulation techniques he had comprehended from the information he had just absorbed.
Moments later, within the extradimensional realm outside the golden passage, a glowing sphere roughly the size of a watermelon suddenly lit up.
That was the explosion of the energy sphere he had launched.
Though the glow itself seemed small, one must remember that the golden passage was traveling at extreme speed.
The apparent size was deceptive—the actual explosion radius had to be at least several dozen kilometers wide.
Lucas did not know whether his attack had injured the entity.
But since it carried spatial power, it was bound to have had some effect.
"So that's it… Sorcerer supreme never speaks lightly."
Lucas recalled how the Sorcerer Supreme had asked whether he carried the Tesseract before departure.
She had likely foreseen what would happen.
For someone wielding the Eye of Agamotto, this did not surprise him.
"I just didn't expect to encounter something like this."
Without experiencing it firsthand, it was impossible to imagine the true nature of this extradimensional realm—
or the existence of such grotesque beings.
As he was thinking, less than two minutes passed before a sudden, unfamiliar sensation jolted him awake.
"Asgard… we've arrived."
Lucas looked toward the front of the golden passage.
Though it was still impossible to see clearly, he could sense it.
This was a special ability he had gained after interacting with the Tesseract's transformed energy.
In the spatial map, Asgard felt like a heavy iron sphere pressing down on an elastic net, creating an obvious depression.
It was like a black dot appearing on a blank sheet of paper.
Soon, Lucas felt the golden passage begin to slow.
When it finally came to a stop and dispersed, the group appeared inside a massive spherical domed structure.
Despite everything that had happened along the way, very little time had actually passed.
In just over ten minutes, they had crossed thousands of light-years from Earth and arrived at the legendary realm of myth—Asgard.
"Heimdall!"
"Heimdall!"
Although still puzzled by what had occurred in the extradimensional realm, Thor's greatest concern was Asgard itself.
He called out several times, but there was no sign of Heimdall—no response at all.
Instead, a small patrol of Asgardian soldiers arrived.
Upon seeing Thor, their expressions relaxed, though they exchanged uncertain glances.
"Where is Heimdall?" Thor demanded immediately.
The soldiers looked at one another, then the captain stepped forward and replied,
"Your Highness, Lord Heimdall was imprisoned for defying the king's orders."
"What?!" Thor exclaimed in shock.
"How could my father possibly treat Heimdall like this?"
"It was Prince Loki's doing," the captain said grimly.
"The All-Father never issued such an order."
It was clear even the captain could not accept this—
he no longer addressed Loki as king.
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