Reigning Supreme in Every Reality

Haunted! Odin is actually yielding!?

Even with Mordo's limited political acumen, he could sense that Lyon and Odin must have had some silent exchange.

Perhaps an invisible confrontation had begun and ended in a domain he couldn't perceive.

And Lyon seemed to have even gained the upper hand.

It turned out that Lyon wasn't just someone who could defeat them—ordinary sorcerers that they were.

As the new Sorcerer Supreme, he truly possessed the strength to converse on equal footing with powerful beings from other dimensions!

Mordo quietly stepped back a few paces, leaving the stage to the two powerhouses.

Standing beside Wong, he suddenly noticed that this librarian had somehow started eating shrimp again.

"Wong, aren't you nervous?" Mordo couldn't help but ask.

Wong shrugged. "Lyon won. Why would I be nervous?"

"You saw their inner battle? How did you manage that?" Mordo's eyes widened.

"What battle?" Wong swallowed a piece of shrimp. "Didn't the All-Father Odin just blink first?"

"..." Mordo was left speechless. "Forget I asked."

He let his hands hang loosely at his sides, quietly listening to Lyon and Odin's conversation.

"How could I possibly accept this?" Lyon seemed a bit thin-skinned, reluctant to accept such kindness.

But in the very next second, his tone shifted sharply: "The Ancient One just passed away. Surely you have some gifts to offer, right? Don't bother presenting them separately. Just give them all to me, and I'll take them back together."

Upon hearing this, Mordo's legs nearly gave out, and he almost lost his balance.

Yet Odin, instead of showing any sign of displeasure at Lyon's blatant request, actually seemed even more amused.

"Of course, that's fine. How about I take you on a tour of Asgard and let you check out the treasury while you're at it?"

"There's no need for that," Lyon declined. "I'll just take two items: the Casket of Ancient Winters and the Orb of Agamotto. Of course, if you could also lend me the Eternal Flame, that would be even better."

The Casket of Ancient Winters and the Eternal Flame were both items he wanted to assist in comprehending the laws of the universe.

However, since the latter was tied to Asgard's Ragnarok, he refrained from making a direct demand for it.

As for the Orb of Agamotto, that was, in fact, an artifact belonging to the Sorcerer Supreme.

The name alone made it clear that it originated from Agamotto, one of the Vishanti.

Its primary function is to predict crises and their origins on a cosmic scale.

According to legend, the prophecy of Ragnarok was revealed to Odin through this artifact.

Though Lyon had already considered Asgard's stance, Odin's smile faltered as he listened to the request.

"The Orb of Agamotto is originally an artifact of the Sorcerer Supreme. Naturally, you are entitled to take it—it's only right," Odin began, acknowledging the request.

Then, with a shift in tone, he introduced a challenge: "As for the Casket of Ancient Winters, while it is indeed suitable for sorcerers, it is an artifact of the Frost Giants. Other races find it difficult to wield and may even harm themselves. Even the gods of Asgard cannot use it without risk."

Odin deliberately avoided mentioning the Eternal Flame altogether.

"So perhaps…"

"Your Majesty Odin," Lyon interjected, changing the subject abruptly. "Why haven't I seen your two princes today?"

"It's unfortunate," Odin replied, with a hint of curiosity but no suspicion. "They are accompanying Frigga to Vanaheim. Otherwise, I believe you young people would have much more to talk about than with an old man like me."

"In that case," Lyon proposed, "how about this: when they return, let me spar with your two princes. If I win, you'll give me all three artifacts. How does that sound?"

Odin's eye twitched. "Sorcerer Supreme, you must be joking. Young people should get along harmoniously. Competing for dominance is highly inappropriate."

"Inappropriate" was an understatement.

Odin thought that if he were even a hundred years younger, free from the strain of his overburdened divine power, he might have drawn Gungnir and fought this shameless Sorcerer Supreme to the death.

A being of All-Father-level strength, who was perhaps even slightly stronger than Odin himself, was suggesting sparring with his two mischievous, smirking sons?

For the first time, Odin felt an overwhelming sense of disappointment in Thor and Loki, lamenting how they fell short of his expectations.

Lyon simply smiled.

Of course, he knew Odin would refuse.

Feigning thoughtfulness, he then offered, "How about this: let's have the other sorcerers of Kamar-Taj—besides me—spar against Asgard's warriors, excluding you and Her Majesty the Queen?"

"Each side will send five participants, with each person stepping onto the stage once. Best of five rounds."

"If Asgard wins, we won't ask for any artifacts. After all, friendship is invaluable, and we should treasure it above all else."

"But if Kamar-Taj wins, I'd ask you to return the Orb of Agamotto and lend us the Casket of Ancient Winters and the Eternal Flame for five years."

As the saying goes, if you want to open a window, you must first talk about removing the roof.

Compared to Lyon's first proposal for sparring, this one was noticeably different.

Not only had the participants on both sides changed, but even the rewards for the victors were adjusted.

What was once a demand for the direct transfer of two critical artifacts had now become a request to borrow them for five years.

Odin suddenly found himself feeling that Lyon wasn't so bad after all—he seemed to know his limits.

Of course, Lyon wasn't losing out, either.

While it was phrased as borrowing the artifacts for five years, all he had to do was move to another world and make use of the time dilation. With proper planning, he could spend tens of thousands of years studying the artifacts without issue.

"This… what you say makes sense, Master Sorcerer," Odin said after some thought, nodding in agreement. "Sparring among allies is indeed a symbol of friendship. I accept this proposal."

Odin was also curious to see the caliber of the other sorcerers from Kamar-Taj.

It would also be an excellent opportunity for Thor to witness the strength of top-tier beings from outside Asgard, rather than remaining so carefree and reckless all the time.

"Then shall we set a time?" Lyon asked.

"How about four months from now, calculated by Midgard's time—on your year-end Christmas holiday?"

"Oh? Is His Majesty Odin inviting us here for the festivities? Haha, of course, that works!"

Lyon extended a hand, shaking hands with the slightly hesitant Odin.

"Then it's settled!"

"Settled!" Odin nodded at Lyon as they confirmed the agreement.

As the words fell, a contract witnessed by the Vishanti formed between their hands.

Odin blinked in surprise, opening his palm to reveal densely written clauses matching the terms they had just discussed.

Why was this so formal? It was clear the Sorcerer Supreme had come prepared!

A sudden sense of unease welled up within Odin.

But by now, it was too late to withdraw from the wager.

The crafty Sorcerer Supreme had already pre-written the contract in his palm. The moment they shook hands and Odin agreed, the contract had seamlessly taken effect.

Under the witness of beings like the Vishanti, Odin had no room to back out.

Lyon smiled and patted Odin's shoulder. "Your Majesty Odin, it's been a pleasure dealing with you. But I see you have matters to attend to, so I won't overstay. We'll meet again in four months!"

After finishing his words, Lyon opened a portal and, with the two sorcerers beside him—both stunned into speechless shock—returned to Earth. 

The lobster feast wasn't over yet, so he had to hurry back and pick up where he left off! 

Meanwhile, in the grand hall of the palace, Odin stood alone, holding Gungnir, staring at the contract in his palm. 

He pondered over it repeatedly, still convinced that there was virtually no chance of him losing. 

After all, they were just a group of sorcerers borrowing the power of dimensional demon gods. 

Once they left Earth, without the protective formations of the three Sanctums, how could they possibly stand against the Asgardian gods? 

Odin shook his head and returned to his throne. Yet, Lyon's confident smile from earlier lingered in his mind, prompting a deep sigh. 

"If only Thor had even half his skill and composure," Odin muttered to himself. "I'd feel so much more at ease." 

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