The Will of the Abyss

"Did I hear that right? You killed Odin? You actually killed Odin?!

The God-King who was nearly qualified to conquer the universe died at your hands?!"

As Heisenberg's words fell, Eitri's eyes widened in astonishment, his fifteen-centimeter-long gaze bulging as he roared in disbelief.

"By the Eternal, this is the most shocking news I've ever heard, even more astonishing than the fact that the Infinity Gauntlet I forged can't control the six Infinity Stones!"

Eitri's thunderous roar echoed across nearly half of Nidavellir, so much so that even Heisenberg couldn't help but glance away.

The shockwave carried the sound into the ears of most of the dwarves, causing them to abruptly halt their work.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Countless pieces of metal fell from the dwarves' hands.

Ahhhh!!!

One dwarf, who had been gripping a steel ingot ready for quenching, accidentally clutched the freshly forged metal in his hand.

Ruled and protected by Odin for tens of thousands of years, they had long forgotten that even Odin could die.

Seeing the dwarves' shock, Heisenberg didn't interrupt. He calmly held Gungnir, silently observing Eitri, whose astonishment and loss were impossible to conceal.

After a long while, Eitri's heavy breathing finally subsided. With a grim expression, he stepped before Heisenberg and patted his broad chest with his massive yet disproportionately short hands.

"Eitri, King of the Dwarves, Lord of Nidavellir, greets His Majesty Heisenberg!"

Watching Eitri bow before him, Heisenberg quietly swallowed. Even at a ninety-degree bow, this damn dwarf from the Marvel universe was still taller than him?!

Absolutely ridiculous!

"No need for such formalities!"

Heisenberg's force field activated, effortlessly lifting Eitri back to his feet.

"Buddy, where did that loud and enthusiastic guy from earlier go? Am I some kind of devil who devours your joy and passion?"

He chuckled at Eitri, but Eitri could only force a blink in response.

"Your Majesty… I just…?" he muttered worriedly.

"What's wrong with you? Weren't you supposed to forge an armor for me? Do you think I can't afford your services?"

"No, no, no!!"

Eitri quickly shook his massive head.

"Even the Nine Realms belong to Your Majesty. There's nothing in the world you can't afford. It's just… my earlier address to you…"

"Stop!"

Heisenberg interrupted helplessly. He had figured it out.

Beyond their passionate personalities, dwarves were most famous for their stubbornness.

He could feel it—Eitri was like an ancient, steadfast minister who, even if raised in the same pants as the emperor, would never forget the hierarchy between them.

No matter what Heisenberg said, as long as he remained the God-King of the Nine Realms, Eitri's attitude would hardly change.

Yet, even so, Heisenberg had a way to bring Eitri back to normal.

With a casual toss, he sent Gungnir flying into Eitri's arms.

"Eitri, no need for endless formalities. First, help me inspect Gungnir to see if it's suffered any damage over the ages!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Holding the symbol of the God-King's authority and the highest weapon of the Nine Realms, Eitri's excitement returned.

His rough, massive hands caressed Gungnir's shaft as tenderly as if he were stroking his own smooth-bearded, luxuriantly haired wife.

His gaze was focused and earnest, his palms constantly sensing the spear's condition.

After more than twenty seconds of this, Eitri excitedly set Gungnir down.

"The 108,000 runes etched into Gungnir's shaft are all undamaged. It's a perfect weapon with self-repair capabilities.

My great-grandfather forged it—he was the tallest dwarf in our lineage, and his craftsmanship leaves me in awe.

But I won't be outdone. I've mastered even more advanced techniques than him. If Your Majesty permits, I can make a few modifications to Gungnir.

Currently, it's compatible with all elements, but with a slight adjustment to its patterns, it will not only maintain energy compatibility but also align more closely with your solar divine power."

"When it comes to professional matters, no one is more trustworthy than you. Go ahead, Eitri!"

Heisenberg nodded, his approval making Eitri grin so widely his teeth showed. Without waiting for Heisenberg to say more, he dashed to the workstation and tossed Gungnir into the reforging furnace.

Activating the massive reforging switch, distant stars ignited, their infinite power coursing through the channels crafted by generations of dwarves, heating Gungnir relentlessly.

As the spear heated, Eitri already reached for a precision chisel so fine it was nearly invisible, and began working on the scorching Gungnir.

Clink! Clank! Clink! Clank!

In an instant, countless sparks erupted from Gungnir.

The process continued for about fifteen minutes. Meanwhile, the dwarves brought Heisenberg a chair, strong liquor, and rock biscuits. Heisenberg devoured half a pound of the high-calorie stone cookies before Eitri finished.

"Your Majesty, I'm done. Please summon it!"

"Hmm!"

Heisenberg nodded, popping a cookie into his mouth. The garlic-flavored sulfur rock biscuits, paired with the dwarves' unique liquor, were a match made in heaven.

If you could handle the terrifying hardness of the rock biscuits, you'd absolutely fall in love with this combination!

Freeing his hand, Heisenberg gestured lightly, and the lava-colored Gungnir flew into his grasp, hovering before him.

It hesitated in mid-air before erupting into dazzling flames, its fiery tongue licking Heisenberg's palm, sweeping away every crumb.

Only when Heisenberg's hand was clean did Gungnir settle into his grasp, trembling gently.

Heisenberg tightened his grip, and Gungnir erupted with heat waves, its spearhead transforming as if gaining a new skin.

Satisfied, Heisenberg smiled. Strength was a matter of a few punches, but style was a lifelong pursuit.

Plunging the burning Gungnir into the ground, he nodded and flew to Eitri, who stood proudly before him.

"You've outdone my expectations. Well done!"

"Hahaha, you're praising me too soon. Come, hand over Surtur's sword and the Eternal Flame, and let me forge the perfect armor for you!"

Eitri had no time for accolades, already immersed in mastering the ultimate divine artifacts and materials.

Every dwarf is blessed, for from birth, they have a lifelong ideal to pursue.

They seek potent liquor, hairy women, and above all, rare materials and legendary artifacts!

And as the King of the Dwarves, Eitri was undoubtedly the happiest among them!

Look at the drool dripping from the other dwarves as they gazed at Gungnir and Twilight's Sword. They were like men staring at a woman in sheer silk, greedily fixated.

If not for their inability to defeat Eitri, they would have challenged him for the throne over these treasures.

Eitri knew his kin's nature well. With a wave of his hand, he embraced Twilight's Sword and ran toward the furnace, urging Heisenberg excitedly.

"Your Majesty, hurry! The stars encircling Nidavellir are at their most intense. Scatter your Eternal Flame across every inch of Surtur's sword!"

As he spoke, Twilight's Blade was hurled into the furnace. Fiery stellar energy surged like a river through the star ring, concentrating on the sword's body, softening its hardened frame.

Seizing the moment, Eitri grabbed a forging hammer and roared at Heisenberg with unmatched arrogance.

"What's the greatest treasure in the universe? The Cosmic Cube? The Infinity Stones? None of them!

The most precious treasure in the universe is my hands, Eitri's hands!

These are the hands that can engrave all runes and unleash all power!

Even though Nidavellir has had automated forging assembly lines for tens of millennia, the greatest artifacts are always forged by hand!

As long as these hands exist, I'll never entrust any material to those soulless, damnable automated processes!"

With that, Eitri's eyes widened, and he stormed to the furnace with fierce determination.

The hammer whirled in his hands, unstoppable.

Clink! Clank! Clink! Clank!

The rhythmic pounding resonated, stirring every dwarf in Nidavellir.

Clang! Thud! Clang! Thud!

The clash of weapons, the dwarves' right feet stomping the ground—accompanied by Eitri's forging, countless dwarves joined in, pounding out an ancient rhythm!

Thud! Clap! Thud! Clap!

Hands clapped, workbenches were slapped, shoulders and chests were pounded in unison.

The dwarves began to dance—a war dance!

They swayed their forging hammers, moving to the rhythm, filling every corner of Heisenberg's sight.

"A new sun rises in the east!"

"Hoo-ha! Hoo-ha!"

"The children of the sun shall rise!"

"Hoo-ha! Hoo-ha!"

"To establish the kingdom!"

"On rugged mountains, crown him with solemn majesty!!!"

"Hoo-ha! Hoo-ha!"

"Rising in the golden daylight!"

"Thriving in prosperous years!"

"We are free-spirited, untamed!"

"Fearless, unyielding!"

"This is our life, until death!!!"

…

Countless dwarves sang around Heisenberg, their rough yet passionate voices compelling him to rise and join their ranks!

Pounding chests, stomping feet, pointing to the heavens, stamping the earth!

There was no music more manly than this!

Amid this blood-boiling war song, Eitri's forging continued for over two hours.

Finally, Twilight's Blade lost its original shape, and the Eternal Flame merged into the armor.

Layered armor was etched with countless mysterious runes, molten lava seeping from its plates, first dripping to the ground, then rising anew.

"Your Majesty, don the armor!"

Eitri roared, hurling the burning armor toward Heisenberg.

What he threw was no mere armor—it was the birth of a primordial sun!

Infinite flames engulfed Heisenberg, incinerating every inch of his clothing to ash.

The layered armor swiftly dispersed, enveloping Heisenberg, then converged, encasing every inch of his skin!

Molten lava erupted between the plates, each burst surpassing the energy of a nuclear bomb.

The layered armor, fueled by this solar power, amplified every one of Heisenberg's movements!

At this moment, the dwarves' war song finally ended, and the world fell silent before the armored Heisenberg.

Gazing at the new God-King, enveloped in what seemed like hell and abyss, Eitri's eyes widened in disbelief.

"This… how is this possible?"

He muttered in a daze.

"When I forged it, I envisioned a radiant sun, but on you, it's transformed into this abyssal form?

This makes no sense!!!"