Chapter 20
Click! Click!
The sound of Lin Fan's teeth clashing echoed across the forge.
Hundreds of pieces of candy—once the Dwarves of Nidavellir—had already been devoured.
A strange warmth surged through Lin Fan's body.
But more than that—knowledge flooded his mind.
His vision blurred for a moment. It wasn't just memories—it was understanding.
Techniques. Blueprints. Processes.
The Dwarves were master craftsmen, the greatest to ever exist.
And now—he was, too.
Lin Fan exhaled slowly. For the first time in this new life, he felt… different.
Power wasn't new to him. Strength wasn't new to him.
But this?
This was creation.
And it was exhilarating.
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Ebony Maw watched from a distance, his face blank, but his mind racing.
Each time he witnessed Lin Fan's abilities, it reminded him of the gap between gods and mortals.
No—Lin Fan wasn't a god.
He was something far worse.
The Chitauri, who had accompanied them to Nidavellir, remained silent. None spoke. None dared.
They had already accepted it—resistance was meaningless.
They were now following the most powerful being in the universe.
Lin Fan landed lightly on the forge's platform, his golden eyes scanning the area.
Scattered around him were the tools of the Dwarves.
Massive hammers. Engraving chisels. Molten Uru metal, still glowing with heat.
And at the heart of it all—
The main forge of Nidavellir.
A structure designed to harness the power of the neutron star, capable of creating weapons of legend.
Lin Fan ran a hand over the anvil.
"This will do," he murmured.
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The Chitauri stood at attention, watching as Lin Fan took the Dwarf King's hammer and stepped toward the forge.
The moment the massive hammer fell—
BOOM!
A deafening impact shook Nidavellir.
The sheer force of his strike sent shockwaves through the megastructure, causing molten metal to splash and harden instantly.
The neutron star flared, reacting to the shift in energy.
For seven days and seven nights, Lin Fan worked without rest.
Each strike of the hammer carried his will.
Each engraving etched power into the metal.
The Chitauri stationed outside the forge could feel it.
Something was being born.
Something that would change everything.
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On the eighth day, silence fell.
Lin Fan stood before his creation, the glow of molten metal reflecting off his expressionless face.
It was complete.
The Infinity Gauntlet.
A weapon not meant for war, but for survival.
He wasn't trying to conquer.
He wasn't trying to rule.
He was trying to live.
In this chaotic universe—where beings like Thanos, the Celestials, and the cosmic entities decided the fate of entire civilizations—Lin Fan knew one thing.
The weak didn't survive.
His fingers brushed against the golden surface.
The next step was clear.
The Stones.
Lin Fan turned away, his voice calm but firm.
"Return to Temple One," he commanded.
The Chitauri didn't hesitate. They moved instantly, their disciplined formations filing back onto the warship.
As the ship ascended, Lin Fan took one last look at Nidavellir.
There was nothing left for him here.
Only the stars remained.
And if he wanted to survive—
He had to become untouchable.
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