[The mysterious magic that is turning all restrictions into nothing is forcibly transferring you.] 

[You have safely escaped from the world of the gods, ‘Asgard.’] 

[Gourmet Dragon Raiders has noticed your return and has taken back ‘Golden Protection.’] 

“Gasp... Gasp... Gasp...” 

Grid arrived back at the surface and immediately sank to the ground. He struggled to calm down as he let out rough breaths. His heart was thumping like crazy. His intact body proved his safe return, but the fatigue felt by Grid was comparable to when he fought fiercely with Trauka. 

Searching for the key in the middle of enemy lines, accidentally meeting Zeratul, being isolated in an army of angels, the Great Robber of the Red Night being taken prisoner, etc. Every crisis he experienced in Asgard was deadly. 

Of course, Grid had survived all the crises unscathed. It even gave him the results he wanted. However, it was purely luck. What if there was no Zeratul in the Prison of Eternity? Additionally, what if Raiders hadn’t given him Golden Protection? By now, Grid would’ve been in trouble in Asgard. It was clear that it...