Meanwhile, Astrid, who had just been full of disdain, now had eyes wide as saucers!
A warm, supremely sacred power appeared out of nowhere within her, instantly sweeping through her entire body!
This power was purer than Odin's blessing and more dominant than the World Tree's energy!
She felt the bottleneck that had plagued her for years break through like a thin sheet of paper!
Power!
Unprecedented power roared within her godhead!
She abruptly sat up, instinctively waving a hand, wanting to feel this newfound strength.
"Bang—!!!"
With a loud crash, the Italian imported solid wood desk in the room, worth a hundred thousand U.S. dollars, along with the lamp and books on it, was crushed into dust by the gust of wind from her wave, without even being touched!
Wood chips flew everywhere!
The entire apartment instantly fell silent.
In the living room, everyone's gaze was fixated on the door from which the loud noise came, as if drawn by a magnet.
"Astrid is gone!"
"She went into that Mortal's room!"
Valkyrie Captain Sigrun's expression changed. She dropped her guard against the refrigerator and rushed over in a single stride.
"Click."
The door opened.
Astrid, casually clad in a half-armor, her hair disheveled, looked out the door with a look of ecstasy.
Then, she met the astonished gazes of her three companions, and… Raven's face, which looked as if she wanted to devour someone.
"I… I…"
Astrid looked at her palm, stammering, her eyes filled with shock as if she had seen a ghost.
What exactly was that power just now?
"Astrid, your divine power…"
As the Captain, Sigrun's perception was the keenest, and her voice trembled.
She could clearly feel that the divine power fluctuations within her sister were more than thirty percent stronger than before she entered the room!
The density and purity of that power were simply like a complete transformation!
This… this was no longer a simple increase in strength.
Sigrun calculated in her mind, aghast.
Before, when Astrid sparred with her, she couldn't last thirty moves.
Now… she probably already had the qualifications to be her equal!
What exactly did this Mortal do?!
This… how is this possible?!
It's utterly fantastical!
In Asgard, to achieve such a leap in power, it would require Father Deleted Odin himself to touch gungnir to your forehead, or to survive a life-and-death struggle in battle and luckily break through a bottleneck.
Just like that… went into a room, rolled around on the bed, and came out completely transformed?
"I feel… fantastic!"
Astrid clenched her fists, her knuckles cracking loudly.
She could clearly feel divine power surging through her veins like magma, and excitedly shouted to her sister:
"Sigrun! I feel like I can pin you to the ground and beat you now!"
Sigrun's face immediately darkened.
She couldn't be bothered to argue with her sister, whose brain seemed to only grow muscles. Her sharp eyes, like two drawn swords, were fixed on the instigator.
That Mortal, Lynt, who had just tidied his clothes and walked out of the room.
"You! What did you do to her?!"
With a roar, Sigrun took a step, her figure moving so fast it left afterimages.
Buzz!
The air let out a whimper as her spear materialized in her hand. The spear tip, imbued with storm and death, hovered steadily just a millimeter from Lynt's Adam's apple.
The temperature of the entire penthouse instantly dropped to freezing.
But Lynt didn't even twitch an eyebrow.
He even had the leisure to, in front of the spear tip, unhurriedly release Astrid's hand, which he was still holding.
Then, he slowly took out a silk handkerchief from his suit pocket and gently wiped his hands.
As if wiping away some invisible dirt.
"Don't get upset, Ms. Sigrun."
He looked up, a standard, impeccable smile on his face, the kind Wall Street elites show to big clients.
"I merely provided Ms. Astrid with a free trial service of our company's core product."
"Product… trial?"
Sigrun frowned. These strange Midgard (Earth) terms made her warrior's brain struggle to process them.
"Exactly."
Lynt snapped his fingers.
Raven, standing nearby, understood immediately and handed him a tablet computer.
Lynt skillfully opened a pre-prepared PPT, which displayed minimalist charts and a line of striking large text.
"You can understand it this way: my ability is an 'amplifier'."
He pointed to himself, then to Sigrun.
"I cannot conjure power out of thin air, but I can extract all the dormant potential within you, potential you yourself are unaware of, and make it yours. Making the strong, stronger."
His finger turned to Astrid, who was still experiencing her new power, her face flushed with excitement.
"She is our 'Chief Product Experience Officer' for this event."
"Now, the experience report is out. I think this result… you should be quite satisfied, wouldn't you say?"
Now, it wasn't just Sigrun.
The other two silent Valkyries, Grinhilde and another, looked at Astrid with completely changed eyes.
From initial shock, it turned into a burning, undisguised desire.
Who doesn't want to become stronger?
Especially in Asgard, a place where the strong prey on the weak and martial prowess is revered!
Sigrun forcefully suppressed the tumultuous waves in her heart, her voice as cold as the ice of Niflheim.
"Your objective. What do we have to pay for this amplification?"
She absolutely did not believe that a Mortal could possess such power, comparable to Odin's blessing.
Behind this, there must be a devil's pact or a curse from the abyss.
"Price?"
Lynt smiled, a smile like a philanthropist untouched by greed.
"My goal is simple—to make money. As for the price… it's also very simple."
He turned the tablet computer towards the three Valkyries. The screen prominently displayed a prepared electronic contract.
The title, glittering golden, exuded professionalism and authority.
"Divine Realm Elite Strategic Cooperation and Value-Added Service Agreement."
"I need you, the four of you, to become honorary Senior Security Consultants for my company."
"When I need you, come and help me deal with some… security issues."
"In return, I will regularly provide you with 'amplification' services. A full, VIP customized package."
"Including but not limited to strength, speed, divine power recovery rate, and even the enchantment and upgrading of your weapons."
He deliberately paused, waiting for them to digest this information, before gently dropping the real bombshell.
"Furthermore, after a sufficiently long period of cooperation, I might even be able to help you… break through the shackles of lifespan."
Boom!
The last sentence, like a thunderbolt, struck Sigrun's mind.
Her pupils suddenly contracted to pinpricks!
Asgardians live for tens of thousands of years, but they are not immortal after all.
They will grow old and die on the battlefield.
And the prophecy of Ragnarok is a Sword of Damocles hanging over the heart of every Asgardian.
This Mortal… this Mortal, so weak that she could blow him away with a single breath… actually said he could help them… achieve immortality?