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[White-haired Odin]

Forseti took the Vibranium Demon slayer Sword from Eitri and swung it.

Firstly, in terms of appearance, the Vibranium Slayer Sword closely resembles that from World of Warcraft. It could almost be said to be perfectly recreated with its white blade, sharp lines, bright appearance, and excellent feel.

"How is it?" Eitri asked.

"Not bad," Forseti nodded, pulling out another blueprint. "Let's construct the armor based on this design, if you don't mind."

Eitri studied the armor blueprint for a moment. "It doesn't seem to fit your physique."

"Of course not, since I designed it for a friend," Forseti replied.

Eitri couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you planning to make a Vibranium armor for yourself?"

"The fire dragon leather armor suits me just fine for now, so I don't intend to change it," Forseti pointed to the dragon armor adorning his body.

Eitri nodded and turned to begin work on the armor.

Forseti wielded the Demon Slayer Sword again, then opened the holy deed and placed the sword on the blueprint to assess its completion.

[Completion: Beyond]

[Item Level: Level 7]

The transcendence completion rate didn't surpass Forseti's expectations, but the item level exceeded by two levels, reaching level seven, which surprised him.

But upon reflection, it wasn't entirely unexpected. After all, the material was Vibranium, and the smith was the dwarven prince, the foremost craftsman in the universe.

With such a high-quality Demon Slaying Sword, Forseti wondered about the incredible power it could wield against evil spirits and demons.

Forseti recalled he also possessed an enchantment [Blade of Endless Light]. Its effect was akin to retribution, restoring mana by slaying evil, perfectly complementing the Demon Slayer Sword.

Thus, he applied the enchantment effect of the Blade of Endless Light to the Demon Slaying Sword. However, he felt a twinge of regret when, upon completion, the item level of the Demon Slaying Sword remained at level seven without improvement.

Once the armor was prepared, Forseti traveled back to New Corbin via the Rainbow Bridge and delivered the armor to Thor, the horse-faced.

After spending several days on New Corbyn, Forseti returned to Asgard.

"What's troubling you, Heimdall? You seem rather uneasy," Forseti remarked to Heimdall, who stood with bowed head in the teleportation hall.

Heimdall glanced up but remained silent.

Forseti, puzzled, shook his head and left the teleportation hall, heading towards the Golden Palace.

His relationship with Hela had been made public, and as a higher god holding a title, he could freely enter and leave the Golden Palace to some extent. Hence, theoretically, the guards of the Golden Palace should not hinder him.

Yet, unexpectedly, as Forseti journeyed towards Hela's residence, he was stopped by two guards.

"What's the matter?" Forseti frowned.

One guard hesitated, then spoke: "Her Royal Highness has... left Asgard."

"Left Asgard!" Forseti's expression suddenly changed, flames erupting uncontrollably around him.

The guard was taken aback, prompting Forseti to demand, "What happened? What's going on?"

After a moment's hesitation, the guard finally said: "We're not entirely sure. It's been said... it appears... it seems..."

"What does it seem like?"

Guard: "It seems that Her Royal Highness Hela had a major disagreement with His Majesty and subsequently left Asgard."

Forseti breathed a sigh of relief. "Just a disagreement?"

"Seems so..."

Forseti fell silent for a moment, regaining his composure, then turned and headed straight for Odin.

Before Odin's chamber, the guard returned with news: "Lord Forseti, His Majesty will see you now."

Upon entering, Forseti froze in place.

In the room, Odin sat behind a table not far away, eyes closed with one hand on his forehead.

What startled Forseti was Odin's now snow-white hair, appearing aged and worn.

If Forseti recalled correctly, he had met Odin just over ten days ago. At that time, Odin had still been in his prime middle-aged years, with his hair only beginning to gray.

"You've returned, Forseti," Odin greeted, his voice reflecting his aged appearance.

"Your Majesty... what's happened?" Forseti asked, taking a deep breath.

"Hela has left me. She no longer sees me as her father," Odin sighed wearily.

"Why?"

"I asked her to return half of Asgard's power to me, but she..." Odin's explanation was cut short.

"Is this related to what Mangog mentioned?" Forseti couldn't help clenching his fists.

Odin suddenly fixed Forseti with a stern, angry gaze. "Are you questioning me?"

In an instant, a tremendous pressure seemed to envelop Forseti from all sides, the very air around him growing thick as cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Despite Odin's current weakness and approach towards the twilight years, he remained the king of the Nine Realms, above all others.

The tense atmosphere lingered for a moment.

Slowly, the pressure eased, and Forseti breathed a sigh of relief.

Though Odin's stern demeanor softened, he remained firm. "I am the king of Asgard, the king of all—including Hela. She fails to grasp this, viewing me merely as her father. You may excuse her childishness..."

He continued, expressing his frustrations. In summary, Hela had acted out of ignorance, fleeing like a child and failing to consider the consequences of her actions.

Forseti remained silent.

After some time, as Odin finished speaking, Forseti inquired, "Where has Her Highness Hela gone?"

Odin replied, "I do not know, but I have instructed Heimdall to locate her."

Forseti remained silent once more, finally stating, "I shall take my leave now, Your Majesty."

Shortly after Forseti departed, an elderly man entered. "Odin."

"What is it, Scala?"

"Hela did not take Mjölnir; she discarded it... um..." Scala hesitated.

"Where?" Odin frowned.

Scala did not answer directly but said, "Go and see for yourself. Besides you, no one else can lift Mjölnir."

Odin extended his hand towards the window, fingers making a slight motion.

"Boom—"

With a roar, Mjölnir flew in through the window and into Odin's grasp.

But Odin's expression immediately changed.

Upon inspecting Mjölnir, he noticed several lumps of black, soft material adhered to it, emitting an unusually foul odor.

Odin swiftly conjured a bolt of lightning, obliterating the black substance to ashes, yet the foul smell lingered.

"What is this?"

Scala hesitated, then answered, "This... is Fenris' wolf dung. That's why I suggested you take a look."

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