Molecular Rearrangement Magic, The Coronation Ceremony Is Suspended!

Under Loki's expectant gaze, Aaron spoke concisely.

"The Nine Realms are peaceful, and Thor is fit for the throne."

"Fit?" Loki frowned.

Hearing this, Loki became irritable. He had hoped Aaron would offer a different perspective, someone who might be worth supporting. But now, it seemed Aaron was no different from the others, unable to see who truly deserved the throne.

But then, Loki recalled Aaron's words.

"Is the Nine Realms peaceful?" What did that mean? Was there a connection? Could it be that the absence of peace made someone unsuitable?

If that were the case, it was easy to fix. The Nine Realms wouldn't remain peaceful for much longer.

Loki observed Aaron carefully, searching for evidence that might confirm his theory. If he found it, Aaron could be worth courting in advance. With a powerful mage supporting him—one far stronger than the three warriors of Asgard and Sif—Loki believed he could not only preserve Asgard but also become the wisest king in its history.

However, Aaron didn't offer further explanation. There was no need to.

If the Nine Realms were peaceful, any ruler who wasn't weak or tyrannical would be fit to take the throne. Conversely, if peace were lost, replacing the ruler wouldn't matter. After all, many powerful threats loomed: Hela, the Perfect Surtur, Thanos with the Infinity Gauntlet, Mephisto Dormammu, Kang the Conqueror... not to mention the countless gods across the universe.

Even Odin, in his prime, would fall in such a battle.

Loki didn't understand. He wanted to ask more, but there was no time.

With Sif's arrival, everything was resolved.

Loki gave Sif a hard look and walked away.

Sif, confused, asked, "What happened?"

"It's nothing," Aaron said casually, waving his hand. "Loki's just a little out of sorts."

From Aaron's perspective, Loki hadn't thought things through. While others might avoid the situation, why bother with it?

Sif half-understood, then changed the topic. "I spoke with the gods about the invisibility cloak. The King of Gods has decided to stop using it."

"The soldiers of Asgard should not resort to sneak attacks," she added sternly. "We must face our enemies directly and show our bravery."

Aaron frowned before nodding. "Understood. Where's my cloak?"

Sif suddenly realized the cloak she had taken was no longer with her.

"I gave it to the King of Gods," she explained, "and I believe it's hidden somewhere safe, away from others."

Sif felt guilty for not explaining sooner. "Aaron, it's not that I don't want to return it, but the cloak you made is too powerful. Heimdall and the King of Gods tried it and both struggled to detect even the smallest flaw."

"If someone misuses your cloak, it could seriously disrupt the peace and order."

Sif added, "Though Odin didn't say so directly, the implication is clear: we should never make or pass on invisibility cloaks again."

When Sif mentioned Heimdall, Aaron's perception shifted, and he subtly vanished from sight. This confirmed to him that Odin was indeed afraid of the cloak. It made sense; the appearance of such a cloak had likely triggered Odin's caution.

History had proven one thing: no matter how wise a king was, he could not tolerate every possible danger.

"Don't worry. I know what to do," Aaron reassured Sif.

Out of guilt, Sif tried to make small talk before leaving quickly. Aaron didn't stop her, instead focusing on his work.

Shapeshifting magic required time to improve, and he was eager to master molecular rearrangement as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, Heimdall, far away in Bifrost, couldn't help but reflect on his failure to detect the invisibility cloak. Despite Odin's trust, Heimdall felt ashamed for his lapse in duty. He vowed to prove his worth through constant vigilance.

Time passed swiftly, and the day of Thor's coronation arrived.

In the Golden Hall, thousands gathered to witness the event. Most were civilians, dressed in Nordic robes, standing respectfully under the main seat. Only a small number of soldiers maintained order.

Frigga stood beside Odin, while Loki and Sif were on his right. Aaron was on Odin's left, directly below him, a position of great importance in their eyes.

Odin sat on the throne, gazing ahead. Thor, holding Mjolnir, marched through the passageway, waving to the cheering crowd.

From the other side, Aaron could see the envy in Loki's eyes. Loki longed for the attention Thor received, but it was Thor, not Loki, walking the path to the throne.

For the past few days, Aaron had stayed out of sight to avoid Loki's attention, focusing on his magic studies. He had also realized that Heimdall wasn't constantly watching him, and he took advantage of that by visiting Jotunheim to absorb magic.

Though inconvenient, it was a faster way to recover his magic than through meditation.

Aaron had also advanced his shapeshifting magic to LV5, which had mutated into a more powerful form: Molecular Rearrangement.

This spell allowed him to rearrange matter at the molecular level, permanently changing its shape and composition. Aaron had already tested it on Uru metal, turning it into various weapons. He could even transform it into entirely different substances by adding or removing molecules.

But there were flaws. The magic required deep knowledge of chemistry and physics, something Aaron lacked. His brain wasn't suited for studying basic knowledge, especially not the molecular composition of matter.

Despite this, Aaron had enrolled in the Magic Academy after discovering his magical abilities, eventually becoming a skilled mage. However, his lack of foundational knowledge hindered his progress.

Still, he was hopeful. Once Molecular Rearrangement reached LV6, he could overcome these limitations.

"Sure enough, those who excel in their studies thrive in any world," Aaron mused, "Even mastering magic requires a solid knowledge base."

He continued working, determined to improve.

Back in the Golden Hall, Thor reached the front and kneeled on one knee, removing his helmet and placing it aside. Under Odin's watchful gaze, he smiled broadly, waving to Frigga, who blushed in response.

Loki, standing nearby, clenched his fists in frustration. He couldn't fathom how Thor could be the chosen king of Asgard.

Odin stood, preparing for the next phase of the coronation. Thor smiled at Aaron and the three warriors, clearly not taking the ceremony seriously.

Odin raised the Eternal Spear, striking it down heavily. The loud sound silenced the crowd.

Odin's voice rang out, old but firm:

"Thor, son of Odin!"

"My heir."

"My eldest son."

"The mighty Mjolnir has been entrusted to you."

He paused, about to continue, but suddenly stopped. His behavior was odd, and the audience began to murmur.

Frigg looked worried. Thor remained serious.

Everyone was puzzled by the sudden delay.

Loki opened his eyes, clearly satisfied.

Aaron, observing closely, recognized that something was about to disrupt the coronation.

Just as Odin was about to finish his proclamation, he paused again, and a sudden commotion broke out.

"The coronation is suspended!" Odin called out.

"Thor, Loki, come with me!"

"The Frost Titans have invaded!"

The shock was palpable. The Frost Titans, who had long been bound by a peace treaty with Asgard, had dared to breach it.

Thor stormed off, Mjolnir in hand, furious at the disruption. Loki shot Aaron a brief glance before following.

Aaron, unfazed, simply said, "The Frost Titans have invaded the Golden Hall."

The other warriors were confused. "How did they get in?"

Aaron responded calmly, "Magic."

He didn't feel the need to explain further. Odin had his own way of dealing with Loki.

"Prepare yourselves," Aaron added. "We're likely going to face the Frost Titans in battle."