Don’t Choose a Dagger!

"Buddy, don't look so glum! Come on, let's get you used to the Bifröst!"

Heisenberg paid no mind to Zhu Geng's resistance to the name change, directly addressing the dragon by his new title.

At the same time, he gently patted the dragon's neck, and the light of the Bifröst instantly crashed down.

Experiencing the Bifröst for the first time, Zhu Geng, uncomfortable in the rainbow light, flipped twice and landed shakily.

You think he's dizzy and wobbling?

No way!

He's just scared again…

When the thick Bifröst light shone at the entrance of the Asgard Palace, countless warriors turned to look.

The Einherjar with their flickering ghostly eyes, the berserkers wielding their savage war spears…

The timid Zhu Geng, upon seeing those warriors, immediately started wagging his tail.

But he had a plan. He quickly turned around, showing Heisenberg on his back to the countless warriors.

So, Heisenberg sat at the base of his neck, rolling his eyes as he was wagged… back and forth…

Annoyed, Heisenberg kicked Zhu Geng and jumped off the dragon's back.

"It's His Majesty!"

"This is… there's actually a dragon in the Nine Realms?"

"A rare creature! Quick, enclose it and raise it! It's been so long since I've seen a dragon!"

"It's a fire-type, and not just any fire-type. Look at its wings!"

"It smells like Muspelheim. Did His Majesty take down Surtur?"

"That's normal. No matter which ruler, they always have to fight Surtur!"

The berserkers were overjoyed because the dragon Heisenberg brought meant they could escape Hela's harsh training for a moment.

Just like that, Zhu Geng was quickly surrounded by the berserkers.

Seeing the panicked Zhu Geng jumping around, Heisenberg growled impatiently.

"Roar (Stop causing trouble, listen to them, and if you're hungry, go find them)!"

Leaving those words, Heisenberg approached Hela, nodding slightly at her stern face.

"I released Surtur. With me here, no matter where he gains power, he won't be able to bring about Ragnarok again.

Also, this is Reginleif's flame, sealed in Muspelheim twelve thousand years ago—a dragon with no knowledge or courage.

Train this guy well. Later, I'll go find some other dragons elsewhere and see if we can build a dragon rider legion."

"No problem, Your Majesty!"

Hearing Heisenberg's words, Hela was immensely relieved. As Asgard's general, Hela had no resistance to anything that made Asgard stronger.

Moreover, Hela had always had one regret: her betrayal had caused Asgard to lose its only and strongest cavalry and air force!

Once, when Hela raised her rebellious blade against Odin, the Valkyrie legion stood against her.

In that war, Hela slaughtered over three thousand Valkyries.

And their winged horses…

Now, looking at Zhu Geng, who was gradually losing his fear and growing curious about Asgard…

Hela smiled.

"Your Majesty, I'll try to get Fenrir and this dragon to… well, you know. Hopefully, the deceased Fenrir still has reproductive capabilities!"

"Wait! What?!"

Hela's words truly shocked Heisenberg.

"One's a wolf, the other's a dragon!"

"What's the problem, Your Majesty?" Hela asked, puzzled.

"This…"

Heisenberg thought, and well, there really wasn't much of a problem.

In various mythologies, no matter the species, they always seemed to mix and create some strange offspring.

From a theological perspective, it's called divine union.

From a scientific perspective, it's called biotechnology.

But even so…

Heisenberg helplessly rubbed his forehead.

"They're both males, Hela."

"So? What's the problem, Your Majesty?"

"I…?!?" Heisenberg was speechless.

He turned back, silently mourning for Zhu Geng, who was like a big cat swimming around the palace, cautiously observing everything.

Then Heisenberg turned back to Hela, reminding her:

"Zhu Geng's life as a dragon has been hard enough. No matter the outcome, don't force him."

"Hmph, I know what I'm doing, Your Majesty!"

Saying this, Hela flashed a stiff smile at Heisenberg and headed toward the berserkers.

"You damn fools, stay away from that weak dragon! Get back to your positions, pick up your spears, and continue your sparring!

Anyone who loses in battle won't eat for three days, damn it!"

…

Watching the hot-tempered instructor Hela, Heisenberg shrugged and turned toward the palace's treasure vault.

He walked to the Eternal Flame, extending his right hand into the fire.

He silently felt the temperature of the Eternal Flame, his thoughts continuously communicating with the fire.

Once he grasped the core of the flame, countless flames flowed along his fingers into his arm.

With his constantly burning arm, Heisenberg summoned the Bifröst. Heimdall had left Nidavellir's position for him when he went to Muspelheim.

…

On the Dwarf Planet, King Eitri, as he had for thousands of years, aimlessly forged Uru metal while drinking the strong liquor brought by his subordinates.

As a master blacksmith, whether there were orders or not, Eitri always prepared the materials for crafting divine weapons in advance.

Forging was never a job for dwarves but a passion, their lifelong love!

As Eitri struck the metal ingot with his giant hammer, the distant teleportation area, which welcomed various guests, began to flicker with the all-too-familiar rainbow light.

The light made Eitri pause. He abruptly put down his forging hammer and slapped his dwarf assistant.

"This Uru ingot is yours now. It needs at least seventy million more strikes. Don't let me see any flaws in its quality, got it?!"

Saying this, Eitri grabbed a huge bottle of wine and, with a dozen dwarves barely three meters tall, headed toward the rainbow light.

As the rainbow light faded, Eitri grinned.

"Odin, my old friend… wait, you're not Odin, nor Thor or Loki, those little troublemakers?"

Speaking, Eitri took a deep look at Heisenberg's arm. Proficient in countless cosmic materials, he immediately recognized that the arm was wrapped in Surtur's Eternal Flame.

At the same time, the radiance emanating from Heisenberg was almost blinding!

"A sun god? This is incredible! I thought after Baldur's death, no one could obtain the runes of light from Odin."

As he spoke, Eitri approached Heisenberg, looking down at the less than 1.9-meter-tall god.

"I'm Eitri, King of the Dwarves of Nidavellir. And you, the new sun god of Asgard, what's your name?"

"Heisenberg!"

Heisenberg said casually, then reached into his pocket with his left hand, pulling out Surtur's massive Twilight Sword.

As the blade touched the ground, Eitri immediately grew excited.

"Wow, look at this! Surtur's weapon and Surtur's flame!!!

This is the best fire-type forging material in the Nine Realms. Even in the entire universe, only a handful of materials can slightly surpass it in flame properties.

Like the Phoenix's flame, haha, that's not something we can get our hands on."

As he spoke, Eitri familiarly reached out, snatching the Twilight Sword from Heisenberg's hand.

"Look at you, my poor thing. What you're wearing is practically rags. Even my leg hair is more valuable than that.

So, are these materials for crafting your armor or your weapon?"

Saying this, Eitri raised the Twilight Sword, tapping its blade with his thick finger.

"It's not that I don't want to forge both for you, but divine weapons must maintain unity. With a complete set of materials, they must be unified to achieve maximum effect!

So, choose quickly, my poor thing. Weapon or armor?"

"Armor!" Heisenberg said decisively.

His choice left Eitri somewhat incredulous. Eitri bent down, trying to look at the shorter Heisenberg, exclaiming loudly:

"You didn't choose a weapon? That's not the Asgardian way, but I'll fulfill any request you have!"

He immediately carried the long sword and headed toward the Star Forge.

As he walked, he continued speaking to Heisenberg, who followed behind:

"Nidavellir and Asgard have cooperated for over eight hundred thousand years. Whether it's the Bifröst or Gungnir, they're all my ancestors' works.

But I have my own masterpiece too—Mjolnir. That hammer's in Thor's hands now, right?

Don't envy him, newcomer. Uncle Eitri will forge new weapons for you, even if you don't have materials yet!

My kingdom stores vast amounts of Uru ore. You can take it first; don't feel bad about it. Odin never owes debts; he'll compensate me in due time!"

Saying this, Eitri extended his large hand, gently patting Heisenberg's shoulder.

"What kind of weapon do you like? An axe, a hammer, a spear, or a flail?

It wouldn't be a dagger, would it? Let me be frank—don't choose that effeminate thing.

I've spent a lifetime mocking Loki; I really don't want to mock a second Asgardian god!"

"Hahaha!"

Heisenberg finally laughed at Eitri's words.

In the movies, people only see the dwarf king who has lost his hands, filled with sorrow and guilt, devoid of passion and vitality.

But now, before all that happens, the dwarf standing before Heisenberg is the real deal!

They're passionate, open, generous, friendly, and love hoarding treasures.

Looking at Eitri's enthusiastic face, Heisenberg smiled genuinely, lightly raising his left hand.

"Don't worry about me, buddy. I already have my own weapon."

"Ah, let me guess. Is it Tyr's severed arm or Cul's hammers?

Trust me, they're not suited for you. You're a god of light, a descendant of the sun. You need a weapon of your own!

I know the palace's collection pretty well. There's nothing there that suits you, except Gungnir, which can adapt to any rune. No other weapon will feel right for you!"

Saying this, Eitri burst into laughter, lightly patting Heisenberg's back as he laughed.

"I'm just joking, kid. Don't blame me for teasing Your Majesty, haha!"

"Don't worry, how could I blame you for that? After all, you're right—my weapon is indeed Gungnir."

Heisenberg responded, and with a wave of his right hand, Gungnir instantly pierced the space, precisely landing in front of him!

At the same time, Heisenberg floated up.

Amid Eitri's astonished gaze, he approached and patted the dwarf's shoulder.

"I don't know what kind of relationship you have with Odin, but if you're good friends, I'm sorry to say, he's dead—killed by my hand.

But Gungnir is truly amazing!"