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[External Situation]

Of course, it was just underwear.

Forseti wore dragon leather armor over it, specifically fire dragon leather armor, so he was naturally not afraid of burning.

Previously, because of the size, he had to tie the dragon armor with ordinary rope, which was now burnt away.

He adjusted the leather armor and found that it fit perfectly.

It seemed his current height was similar to that of Haldo, between 1.9 and 2 meters, which was average to tall in Asgard.

His overall muscles were well-developed, with eight-pack abs and a chest like Captain America's. However, Forseti used to have good muscles, but his frame was small and short, making it less noticeable when clothed.

Though he couldn't compare to the giant physique of Skurge, Forseti was already satisfied with his current build. Previously, it was too stunted.

Wait... How has the terrain around here changed? Forseti suddenly realized another problem.

He remembered that before he fell asleep, it was clearly a hidden stone platform raised on the mountainside, but now it had become a small mountain, full of potholes.

Could he have been asleep for thousands of years, leading to this dramatic change?

No, that couldn't be right.

Forseti was shocked.

"Buzzing." At this time, Shilut ran from the room.

It was only then that Forseti realized that Shilut had eaten the food in the vicinity. It must not have been thousands of years, but it was definitely not short. It was certainly much longer than the ten days or half a month he originally thought.

This gave him some headaches.

If he had been missing for so long, would he be considered a missing person?

Forget it, if it really doesn't work out, he could talk about the space channel. Anyway, the talent mixture was completed, and he had no urgent need to go out.

"How do you feel?" Forseti crouched down and asked about Shilut's injury.

"Buzzing." Although Shilut had his arms full at this time, he didn't feel pain. It seemed he did have some of the physical characteristics of a rock puppet.

It was night. When Forseti checked Shilut's arm injuries, he turned on an illumination spell and took a closer look, finding that Shilut seemed to have grown a little taller.

Combined with the tragic state of the nearby terrain, he couldn't help guessing that Shilut could also grow by eating stones, but it was much slower than eating gems.

"It's been really hard for you during this time. After we go back, I'll let you have a good meal," Forseti said while rubbing Shilut's head.

"Buzz!" Shilut jumped up happily.

Forseti walked to the remains of Chief Kronan, now a pile of rubble.

Sifting through the gravel, he found some weapons, armor, and small items. After assessing them with his holy deed, they were all items below the third level. Forseti donated them, gaining a few hundred points of piety.

"Hmm."

A blood-colored spar caught his eye.

Forseti picked it up, examined it, and then placed it on the holy deed for identification.

**[81% replacement for Blood of the Mountains]**

**[Item Level: Level 4]**

**[All donations can get 809 piety]**

Indeed, this item was of higher quality than the one he used for the talent mixture before, indicating that Chief Kronan was relatively powerful.

Looking at the Blood of the Mountains in his hand, Forseti had a flash of inspiration and showed it to Shilut.

"Buzz." Shilut shook his head repeatedly, showing disgust as if Forseti was holding something repulsive.

"Don't like to eat?"

"Buzz." Shilut nodded.

Moreover, Forseti noticed that Shilut did not eat the rubble that the Kronan people turned into. In Shilut's eyes, the rubble was a corpse, not just edible rock.

After collecting the Blood of the Mountains, Forseti continued to search the corpse.

None of the other Kronans had the Blood of the Mountains in their bodies. Their weapons and armor were of poor quality, some rated as zero-level items by the Sanctuary, and were worthless.

The Kronan race wasn't inherently weak, but the Kronans in Vanaheim were a weaker branch.

The Kronan stronghold was in Rhea, which Forseti remembered not only in this life but also from his past life.

Rhea ( Ria) was mentioned in the "Thor" movies, and he had heard discussions about it, leaving an impression.

Among the ordinary Kronans, only one item was of value.

A letter.

Although Forseti's mastery of Allspeak was not complete, he could barely understand the Kronan language.

This letter mentioned a lot of time-related information. Through it, he judged that he had been asleep for about a year.

And this year happened to be tumultuous, even chaotic, unlike anything seen in a thousand years.

Before the Festival of the Hunt, Asgard defeated Jotunheim. Soon after, the Frost Giants officially allied with the troll clan.

The alliance did not attack Asgard but targeted another race with the same origin, the Vanir.

The Frost Giants and trolls found a hidden space channel, leading them straight to the heart of the Vanir. On the same day, they severely damaged the Vanir and killed their king, shocking the Nine Realms.

Asgard naturally sent emergency support, plunging Vanaheim into war.

This letter was a communication from the Kronans to gather various tribes' strength, intending to unite and rise during the chaos.

Even the king was killed; the Vanir were doomed...

Forseti frowned.

However, to some extent, this was good news for him. With such a large-scale war, the Nine Realms in chaos, his disappearance might go unnoticed.

"Shilut, let's go."

Forseti called Shilut and left the area.

There were few creatures near Thunder Mountain, and it took him several days to reach a forested area on foot.

The first thing Forseti did upon entering the forest was to catch a wild boar for a barbecue.

He hadn't eaten in a year, and though it was just a year of sleep, he had a strong craving for food.

Kicking the wild boar to death, Forseti carried it to a river, drew Forseti's blade, and began processing it.

Forseti's Blade was an immortal steel dagger, easily cutting through dragon skins. Cutting an ordinary wild boar was like slicing tofu. He processed it quickly and started roasting.

Looking at the plump pork, Forseti thought for a moment, then cut off a piece and placed it in his palm.

"Whoosh!"

A fierce flame rose from his palm. He quickly retracted it, but it was too late; the pork was already scorched.

Forseti reluctantly replaced the piece of pork and carefully controlled the flame, but he still used too much force, scorching it again.

Though his divine power was only first-order, the flame's temperature was still very high, hundreds or thousands of degrees, with a limit of three or four thousand degrees—the sun's surface temperature is only around five thousand degrees.

After practicing dozens of times and scorching half the pig, Forseti finally mastered some flame control skills and managed to cook a decent piece of pork.