After receiving the highest authority personally granted by Odin, the first place Lucci chose was Odin's Vault.
Located beneath the Asgardian palace, this mysterious treasury contained the essence of Asgard's tens of thousands of years of conquest and accumulation—rare treasures and powerful relics enough to stir blood-soaked storms across the Nine Realms.
When Lucci arrived before the treasury's gate, forged from pure stellar metal, his steady steps paused slightly.
With a single thought, he sensed the sneaking figure hiding in the shadow behind a stone pillar.
Loki.
The corner of Lucci's mouth lifted faintly.
So you're preparing to follow me into the treasury?
Lucci did not expose him.
Because what Lucci thought of, inside the treasury, was the Casket of Ancient Winters.
And Loki's hidden life experience.
Some words—some things—perhaps it was time Loki learned them.
"Good. This way, I can also stop him from running off again."
Lucci made up his mind, pretended not to notice, and placed his hand on the heavy, cold treasure door.
Buzz—
Sensing the highest authority granted by Odin, countless complex runes on the door lit up one after another. Golden light spread like flowing water.
With a low roar, the gate—capable of withstanding even an All-Father-level attack—opened automatically to both sides, revealing a mysterious world beyond.
Lucci stepped inside calmly.
Behind him, Loki's eyes flashed with faint joy. He immediately cast an illusion, turning nearly transparent, and slipped in like a breeze.
Inside, the treasury's space was far vaster than it appeared from outside.
Countless dazzling treasures were displayed on suspended stands of energy, each radiating powerful auras.
The moment Loki entered, his eyes went straight.
He greedily scanned the legendary treasures—
The Infinity Gauntlet, said to have been forged by the Dwarf King for ancient celestial beings, rumored to wield the power of the origin of the universe.
The Eternal Flame, burning since the dawn of creation, capable of granting life, resurrecting the dead, and performing countless miracles.
The Aether, a vessel of reality-warping particles crafted by the Dark Elves, capable of dragging the universe into eternal darkness.
And countless relics, magical tools, sealed ancient monsters gathered from every corner of the Nine Realms…
Each one enough to drive the heroes of the Nine Worlds mad.
But Lucci ignored them all.
His gaze locked onto the central stand.
There, a spear hung quietly—simple in shape, glowing with a faint golden light.
It was the symbol of Asgard's highest kingship, the God-King Odin's sole weapon:
Gungnir, the Eternal Spear.
In Lucci's perception, this spear was more than a weapon.
It felt like the embodiment of some supreme law—the concept of "kingship"—projected physically into reality.
It was deeply connected to all of Asgard, the order of the Nine Realms, and Odin's soul.
"Interesting."
Lucci extended slender fingers and lightly touched the cold shaft.
Boom—!
The instant of contact—
A vast, majestic, unquestionable royal aura surged into his senses like a bursting dam.
"Every throw must hit. Every word must be kept."
The message exploded in the depths of his soul like a great resonance.
This wasn't an enchantment effect.
It was the spear's most fundamental attribute.
As long as it locked onto the target, no matter where they were in the universe, no matter how they dodged—it would hit.
As long as the wielder held it and spoke, the words became blessed, irresistible edicts.
This…
was the God-King's spear.
Lucci felt the spear's solemn, pure aura. A flash of realization crossed his deep eyes.
The so-called "every throw must hit" was essentially the forced definition of causality.
The moment it was thrown, the "effect" of striking the target was already destined at the causal level—no "cause" in between could change that ending.
The so-called "word is law" was the forced distortion of "reality."
By relying on overwhelming will and authority, subjective "language" was converted into objective "fact."
These abilities had reached the level of laws—truly the realm of "gods."
But Lucci's interest didn't stop there.
What he wanted to see was deeper.
The "soil" that birthed these two abilities.
"This spear is only a carrier—an amplifier."
"The true core is what lies behind it…"
"The concept called 'God-King.'"
Lucci's mind became clearer than ever.
His hand still held the Eternal Spear, but his consciousness pierced through the weapon's existence and directly probed into an invisible sea of conceptual laws.
Heaven-Defying Comprehension—fully detonated!
[You are observing the "Eternal Spear"…]
[Your comprehension defies the heavens—insight gained into the concept of "God-King."]
[Analyzing the composition of "God-King"…]
[You comprehend the essence of "Rule": establish order and unify will.]
[You comprehend the essence of "Decree": define laws and enforce obedience.]
[You comprehend the essence of "Judgment": decide good and evil, enforce causality.]
[You comprehend the essence of "Guardian": protect the people and maintain the realm.]
[You begin integrating the above concepts and comprehending a new supreme law…]
In that instant, Lucci's consciousness seemed to transform into a true king.
He was no longer a detached observer—he was personally "experiencing" what it meant to be a God-King.
Experiencing thoughts that could determine the fate of billions of beings.
Experiencing words that could shift the orbits of stars.
Experiencing the weight and glory of carrying an entire civilization and carving a land of light from endless cosmic darkness.
A mysterious state beyond words.
[!Congratulations! Your comprehension defies the heavens—you have successfully comprehended the supreme law: [Royal Authority]!]
The moment Lucci comprehended [Royal Authority]—
A sudden, strange change occurred.
The Eternal Spear in his hand, like a dragon that had slept for ten thousand years, abruptly awakened.
It let out an unprecedentedly clear, passionate hum!
Golden light surged skyward, illuminating the entire treasury in brilliance.
The aura of the laws "every throw must hit; every word must be kept" multiplied tenfold, a hundredfold compared to before.
No longer was it passively sensed by Lucci—
it actively, joyfully flowed into him, as if it had finally found its true master of destiny.