Marvel: Rise of the Ultimate AI

The four Asgardians had been struggling under the assault of the Primeval Frost Giant. Two of them now lay on the ground, too injured to stand. The remaining two, though still on their feet, were covered in wounds and barely holding on by sheer willpower. But now that the Frost Giant had been forced back, the pressure bearing down on them suddenly vanished. The breath they'd been holding seemed to dissipate into the cold air. Their weapons, once an extension of themselves, now felt impossibly heavy—too heavy to lift again.

"What are you doing, Midgardian?" Volstagg shouted, watching Gene walk forward. "That Frost Giant is far too powerful for you! This isn't your battle—run while you still can!"

Gene ignored him completely. With calm, steady steps, he walked right past the Asgardians, heading straight toward the towering Primeval Frost Giant.

The ancient giant narrowed his eyes, a mocking expression appearing on his face as he looked down at the human before him. Clearly, this Midgardian didn't know his place. "A Midgardian… in Jotunheim? That's rare," the giant said coldly. "What, do you intend to challenge me as well?"

Instead of replying, a blazing blue repulsor blast shot out from Gene's palm and struck the Frost Giant's chest. The explosion scorched a blackened burn into his body, making the giant roar in pain. His crimson eyes now locked on Gene with fury. "Then I'll grant your death wish!"

With an earth-shaking bellow, the Frost Giant charged. Snow and wind swirled violently in his wake.

Gene's visor gleamed in a sharp V-shape as he raised both hands. Twin beams of azure energy lanced out, one of which the Frost Giant managed to parry with his transparent axe. The second beam, however, he couldn't avoid. It hit him squarely, forcing him to stumble. Even so, he managed to close the distance and raised his massive axe high overhead, bringing it down in a blow meant to split Gene in two.

But Gene's legs ignited with a burst of blue thrusters, launching him aside just in time.

He raised both arms, and his energy pulse cannons began to charge. Unlike the repulsor blasts, this was a continuous beam of concentrated energy—far more intense. It unleashed in a terrifying stream, engulfing the Frost Giant completely. The sheer force sent the towering creature flying hundreds of meters before slamming into a nearby snow-capped mountain. The impact triggered a massive avalanche, and within seconds, tons of snow came crashing down, burying the Frost Giant beneath an icy tomb.

The shockwave from the avalanche roared outward, but eerily, it came to a complete stop exactly one meter in front of Gene—as if even the snow feared the overwhelming power radiating from his body.

The Asgardians were stunned, their eyes wide in disbelief. They had been pushed to the brink of death by this Frost Giant, and now—just a few moves in—this Midgardian had completely overpowered him. If they hadn't experienced it themselves, they would've thought it was all just a mistake… Maybe those ten ice goons earlier were the actual Frost Giants, and they had misidentified their enemy?

A single human overpowering the Primeval Frost Giant—it was inconceivable. And yet, here it was.

Suddenly, a furious roar shattered the silence. The snow pile exploded as the enraged Frost Giant emerged, his crimson eyes burning with hatred. He couldn't believe it either. That a Midgardian, someone he had dismissed, had just humiliated him. His body swelled with anger, veins bulging, hot steam blasting from his nostrils. His eyes turned completely white with rage.

But Gene didn't give him the satisfaction of a dramatic confrontation. Without a word, a golden light flickered across his body—and a glowing longsword appeared in his hand.

The Frost Giant charged again, each thunderous footstep shaking the ground. This time, he moved with more caution, his axe swings tighter, more calculated. He had learned from their previous clash.

But it didn't matter.

The golden blade in Gene's hand darted like a serpent, slashing across the giant's wrist. Magic energy poured into the wound, like boiling water melting through ice. It wreaked havoc inside the Frost Giant's body.

Gene pressed the advantage, striking again and again. Each blow landed with deadly precision, cutting deep. The Primeval Frost Giant howled in agony, overwhelmed by both pain and panic.

Then, with one final golden flash, Gene's blade sliced clean through the giant's neck.

The Frost Giant's head flew into the air, his eyes still filled with fury and… confusion.

But none of that mattered anymore.

He was dead.

Just like that.

Clean. Swift. Effortless.

The legendary Primeval Frost Giant—slain by a single Midgardian with barely a sweat broken.

The four Asgardians stood frozen in place. Whether from shock or disbelief, they had no idea what to say. They could only gape at the lifeless body of the fallen giant, and the man who had just calmly sheathed his sword.

Did that really just happen?

Gene gave them one last glance, then turned to leave.

"W-Wait!" Sif finally snapped out of it, calling out to him. "Please… help us one more time!"

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