Wholesale of Divine Positions
On the other side, Heisenberg had no interest in who Quael had contacted or the chain reaction it might trigger. After ordering Heimdall to detain Quael, Heisenberg approached Loki and whispered instructions.
"You know how much the Nidavellir dwarves charge for crafting a suit of armor. Go to the warehouse, find something suitable, and pay them their due wages."
Loki nodded after hearing Heisenberg's words.
"Don't worry, I'll pay them the highest rate. After all, this armor of yours…"
Loki paused mid-sentence, unable to resist glancing at Heisenberg's armor twice.
He swallowed, his throat bobbing with envy, and continued.
"This armor of yours… truly surpasses all my imagination of what armor could be!"
Hearing Loki's praise, Heisenberg smiled satisfiedly. Just as Loki said, Heisenberg couldn't be more pleased with his armor!
The Gothic style, the dark theme, the interplay of molten lava and ash—it was perfect!
So, Heisenberg chuckled and patted Loki's shoulder.
"You're right. This armor exceeds even my expectations. The dwarves deserve more than standard payment!
Moreover, let's establish a higher-level partnership with them. From now on, I don't want their exceptional craftsmanship to fall into the hands of anyone outside the Nine Realms!"
As he spoke, Heisenberg summoned Gungnir and casually handed the divine spear to Loki.
"Take my Gungnir, bring enough Berserkers, and let Sigmund assist you in scouring the universe.
Find every race or individual that has purchased or commissioned divine artifacts from the dwarves in the past century!"
Heisenberg's brow furrowed coldly, and he growled.
"Find them, eliminate them, seize their dwarven artifacts, and release the signal I require.
Tell the entire universe that Asgard has a new ruler. I've already defeated Odin and claimed the throne of the Nine Realms!
From now on, Nidavellir belongs solely to Asgard, to me, and to my gods and warriors!
Within three years, I want the Nidavellir dwarves to upgrade all Asgardian warriors' weapons and armor!"
At this, Heisenberg fixed Loki with a deep gaze.
"If you do well, I'll give you a reward you can never refuse!
A true divine position, Loki—one you won't have to share with anyone else!"
As soon as the word "divine position" passed through Asgard's restless air and reached Loki's long-deprived ears, his eyes instantly reddened.
He swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he asked cautiously.
"Your Majesty, is it true?!?"
"There's no reason to deceive you!"
Heisenberg smiled at Loki, explaining.
"I've been close to Asgard's World Tree and sensed countless divine powers within it.
Whether the Bifröst or the treasures in the vaults, nothing in Asgard compares to the divine positions on the World Tree!
That's the true treasure of the Aesir, but sadly, Odin let them gather dust!"
Heisenberg shook his head.
"I don't know why Odin clung so tightly to the divine positions, but I'm not him, nor will I be as stingy with my gifts to my followers.
Loki, you don't need to share Frigga's wisdom anymore, nor rely solely on Vanir magic or Jotunheim's Frostbox to fight.
I want you to choose between water and fire as the element for your future divine position.
Do you think you're qualified?"
"Of course, Your Majesty!"
Loki replied decisively, his neck veins even bulging.
Clenching his teeth, he knelt before Heisenberg with a thud.
Then, suppressing his trembling voice, he declared loudly.
"Your Majesty may not know, but all I've ever sought is recognition, approval, and a divine position!
No matter what it takes, I'll earn your approval—I'm certain of it, Your Majesty!"
"Hmm, I like your attitude. Remember this feeling and channel it into your mission, Loki!"
Heisenberg squatted down, meeting Loki's kneeling gaze.
Smiling softly, he added.
"God of the Sea Loki, or God of Fire Loki—as long as you work hard, you can decide which title suits you better, Loki!"
As his words landed, Heisenberg had already left, drifting toward the distant dragon.
Loki remained kneeling, gripping Gungnir as he shouted after Heisenberg.
"God of the Sea, of course, Your Majesty! My frost powers and the ocean's resonance will make me your sharpest spear and strongest shield!"
Loki's words reached Heisenberg's ears, and he paused momentarily.
Oddly, images of yachts, fishing boats, and tridents flashed through Heisenberg's mind.
He then imagined Loki in green armor, wielding a trident…
Heisenberg pressed his lips, forcing back a smile.
Arriving beside the dragon Jörmungandr, Heisenberg floated up and settled onto its spine.
Molten lava oozed endlessly from the gaps in his armor, enveloping Jörmungandr in solar-powered magma!
Moments later, Jörmungandr raised its head, now significantly larger, and let out a thunderous roar.
Heisenberg patted its neck, signaling…
"Fly!"
"ROAAAR!!!"
The dragon soared into the sky, swiftly gliding through Asgard's heavens.
Bathed in eternal sunlight, Jörmungandr resembled Susanoo's nine-tailed form, majestic and awe-inspiring.
Excited, Heisenberg piloted the dragon straight out of Asgard's atmosphere.
Though he satisfied his curiosity and saw Asgard's true form, he was honestly disappointed.
From the outside, Asgard looked no different from an ordinary planet.
After wandering the cosmos for over four hours, Heisenberg used the Bifröst to return himself and Jörmungandr to Asgard.
The realm remained unchanged; four hours weren't enough for anything unimaginable to occur.
Disembarking and letting Jörmungandr roam freely, Heisenberg returned to his grand hall.
He crossed the vast main hall and sat in the seat only he was entitled to occupy.
He patted the armrest, leaned against the backrest—the seat held no special significance, even feeling slightly cold.
Yet, despite its age and chill, people relentlessly pursued and fought for it!
"Sigh…"
Heisenberg exhaled.
His sigh had barely escaped when someone softly asked.
"What troubles Your Majesty?"
"Nothing, just reflecting."
Heisenberg smiled faintly at the approaching Frigga.
Frigga stopped near him, gracefully bowing.
"I just heard Loki mention Your Majesty's decision. Regardless, I must thank you on his behalf.
He's endured too much discrimination. Odin, who welcomed him into the family, may not have truly considered him one of us.
But I never expected Loki to find warmth in you. You wouldn't believe how happy he looked when he told me he might become the God of the Sea!"
Frigga raised her head, her smile warm and knowing.
Caught off guard by her smile, Heisenberg stammered.
"You don't need to thank me on his behalf. If I decide to grant him something, it's because he's earned it."
"I didn't expect you to grasp this truth. It seems Your Majesty's understanding of the divine throne deepens!"
"Heh, it's quite simple. The Goddess overpraises!"
Heisenberg rose, standing beside Frigga, and whispered.
"About the divine positions, I'd like to discuss something with you."
"Oh?" Frigga looked puzzled. "Do you have new ideas?"
"Indeed!"
Heisenberg nodded.
"The Aesir have accumulated far too many divine positions. Odin's stinginess with them baffles me.
So, I plan to distribute them.
But divine positions signify godhood, immense power, and eternal life.
They shouldn't be granted lightly!"
Heisenberg smiled at Frigga, asking softly.
"How can I ensure those I choose receive their divine positions rightfully?"
Heisenberg met Frigga's intense gaze, her expression now grave.
Frigga took a deep breath, then sighed.
"You need war, Your Majesty!"
"Exactly, I need war, for warriors must prove themselves!
The scorching heat of Muspelheim and the frigid winters of Jotunheim captivate me!
Before the flames of war spread beyond the Nine Realms, I'll use those two worlds to awaken Asgard's martial spirit.
Our warriors must shift their mindset. They've been guardians for millennia, but I'll make them conquerors!"
Heisenberg sat back on the divine throne, his smile commanding.
"The divine positions on the World Tree must become our rewards, our weapons on the battlefield!
Not just Asgardians—I'll select many Earthlings or your Vanir kin.
I'll grant them divine power, and they'll become my strength!"
Beneath the throne, Frigga watched Heisenberg anxiously. Meeting her worried gaze, Heisenberg asked softly.
"What do you think of my decision, Frigga?"
"I…"
Frigga hesitated, then slowly approached the throne.
Under Heisenberg's surprised gaze, she sat on the armrest.
Extending her hands, she gently massaged his shoulders.
"Your Majesty, why do this? Are you planning to leave?"
As she spoke, Frigga began massaging his temples and ears, continuing.
"Loki's task will take time. If you plan to distribute divine positions, those who qualify will need time to prove themselves.
You seem to be setting a short-term direction for the Nine Realms, but your path lacks your own footprints."
So, are you planning to leave on a long journey, to places I'm not supposed to know about?