Chapter Eight Hundred Fifty-Nine: Each with Their Own Schemes / Chapter Eight Hundred Sixty: Kevin's Toxic Encouragement-Everyone Who's Tried It Loves It

"Your Highness, do you know your future?"

Frigga looked somewhat troubled and couldn't help but sigh softly. After calming herself down, her expression turned solemn, revealing a bright and noble smile.

"I roughly know that Asa won't run away, so I will accept this fate."

"Get ready, I'll have Heimdall send you back to Earth tonight."

Kevin was taken aback by this composure at first, then a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Your Highness, while fate may be predetermined, I prefer the next line—'Man proposes, God disposes!'"

"I'm quite curious, what would a real interstellar war between civilizations actually look like?"

"Speaking of which, Asa should be willing to treat such a kind stranger well, right?"

The man winked at Frigga, his expression teasing and lighthearted.

The elegant goddess couldn't help but chuckle; the gloom that had been building up in Frigga's heart dissipated somewhat unnoticed.

"I've heard that outsiders are all despicable?"

"But as long as they don't have any ill intentions towards Asa, they're friends!"

Seeing that Kevin had made up his mind, Frigga teased him slightly, revealing the forthright and open-minded side of Viking culture.

"Although I do not intend to leave, I still hope that when Your Majesty is unable to continue, I can request to use the Rainbow Bridge once to bring someone back from Earth."

"You should know who I'm talking about..."

Kevin pondered for a moment, then spoke softly.

"She's too dangerous; no one but Odin can control her..."

Frigga's eyes showed some understanding, but she did not agree with Kevin's decision.

"If we really reach a dead end, we'll have no choice..."

"Moreover, she's absolutely willing to take over Asgard..."

"Danger may be an opportunity..."

After a long period of contemplation, the Queen looked at the star map with a shimmering light in her eyes, and finally nodded slowly. The two of them gently clasped hands together.

Kevin's lips curled slightly; perhaps he could even gain an ally...

However, the man seemed to realize something in an instant, a strange light flashing in his eyes, as he looked at Flitschka with earnest eyes.

"Your Highness, if possible, I have one more request. Please grant it..."

Chapter 859, Section 898: Each with their own ulterior motives

Asgard's prison dungeons are overcrowded due to the chaos of the Nine Worlds and the opportunistic looting by many races. More and more criminals are being crammed into the dungeons.

But a new guest arrived: a handsome white-haired man with lightning scorch marks on his chest and rune shackles on his wrists and ankles, who enjoyed the rare privilege of a private room.

Of course, the reason this guy was able to be alone in a room was because he had beaten a group of war prisoners who threw soap at him into crippled eunuchs.

The man may have a gentle exterior, but he harbors a violent heart.

"Oh? They sent me a new friend. Are they worried I'll be lonely?"

Beside him stood a young man sentenced to life imprisonment, dressed in a dark brown robe, with long black curly hair cascading down his shoulders. His handsome face held a hint of wicked charm as he leaned against the headboard, smiling and softly reciting poetry while flipping through an ancient book.

Vulcan and Loki, the god of mischief, you've finally taken the bait...

Kevin, with his back to the handsome white-haired man, smiled slightly, then quickly suppressed his smile and turned to look at the troublemaker with an icy expression.

"How were you brought in? Can you satisfy my curiosity, friend...?"

The handsome white-haired man frowned and snorted coldly, speaking somewhat reluctantly.

"I'm an information broker. I've infiltrated Asa several times before during the chaos, and I've never failed. This time, I was actually captured by a big guy with a low IQ. It's a disgrace!"

Upon hearing this, Loki beamed and continued to inquire with great interest.

"Does that guy have long blond hair and look like a bear? He's really annoying, isn't he?"

The handsome white-haired man's face darkened; clearly, his sore spot had been touched upon, and he was unwilling to continue the discussion.

"To be honest, I also have a grudge against that guy. Looks like we'll have something in common from now on..."

As Loki spoke of his older brother, he couldn't help but feel a tickle in his teeth, and even the way he looked at the handsome white-haired man softened considerably.

"I not only hate that guy, I hate Asgard!"

Despite Loki's repeated attempts to befriend him, the white-haired handsome man cast a sharp glance at the devilish young man, clearly showing no liking for him.

"What a coincidence, I'm from Jotunheim, and I just happen to need a friend from Vanaheim..."

"So, how about we work together? I know a shortcut out of Asar..."

Loki didn't seem to care, pressing his cheek close to the transparent barrier, his words full of seductive intent.

Vanaheim, yes, thanks to the spell cast by the Queen Frigga, he is indeed a prisoner of the Vanir God Clan.

Moreover, before marrying Odin, Queen Frigga was the ruler of the Vanir God Clan, and not all Vanir people were happy to see the two races merge.

Kevin, who plays a Vanir God Clan broker, suppressed a smile, only revealing a hint of interest at first, but then gritted his teeth, his old grudge still hard to let go.

"Leave? I haven't settled my score with that big guy yet!"

"If I can get out of here, I'll make trouble for that guy as soon as possible!"

These fiery words immediately struck a nerve with Loki, who nodded vigorously, gave a thumbs-up, and smiled broadly.

"Great idea! I support you! That big guy should have been taught a lesson a long time ago!"

However, in Loki's mind, he actually regarded the handsome white-haired man in front of him as a reckless dead man.

"Friend, to show my sincerity, if I get out of here, I'll definitely take you with me and help you get revenge!"

"Hmph! The words of the Asgard cannot be trusted!"

Kevin maintained his aloof demeanor, employing a particularly effective provocation tactic.

"To reiterate, I am Jotunheim!"

Loki continued to respond with a smile, trying to dispel Kevin's doubts.

Upon seeing the handsome white-haired man opposite him, whose expression softened and who nodded with a hint of disbelief, the God of Mischief smiled on the surface but inwardly scoffed.

Even if you manage to hurt Thor, Odin is no Old Man. Even if you don't achieve anything, disrupting Asar's situation and drawing the army's attention makes you a natural scapegoat.

The two, each harboring their own ulterior motives, exchanged a simple fist bump as a pledge across the light barrier, while simultaneously cursing each other inwardly.

Idiot!

Idiot!

Then, each of them, harboring their own intentions of using the other, leaned against the wall, flipping through books, a smug smile on their lips.

Talking about your older brother makes me feel all tangled up. You two brothers are truly natural enemies.

Kevin shook his head inwardly, turned to the next page, and his thoughts drifted back to his request to Frigga a few days earlier.

"I want to go to the dungeon!"

If you want to take action against Asgard, creating chaos from within is the most suitable approach, and the perfect entry point is naturally the dungeon where the warring factions are currently being held.

Upon hearing Kevin's prediction and explanation, Frigga decisively conspired with Odin in secret to send Kevin to prison.

Fortunately, since arriving in Asgard, Kevin has had little contact with people, making him perfect for an undercover operation. Combined with Frigga's magic and Odin's cooperation, it was practically flawless.

The celestial bodies of the Nine Worlds have converged and reached their optimal state in the next few days. Judging by the time, they should be arriving soon.

Just as Kevin was lost in thought, heavy footsteps echoed down the dungeon corridor.

A dozen or so warlords from the Nine Worlds, each with a unique appearance, were escorted into a prison by a squad of Asgard soldiers.

A burly man wearing a red half-metal, half-leather bull's head mask was mixed in with them, and Kevin even smelled a very faint scent of blood coming from him.

Here they come! The Cursed Warrior of the Dark Elves!

The man frowned and snorted coldly. A soldier who had been brutally attacked while escorting Kevin to prison heard the commotion, swung his spear, and smashed it against the light screen, somewhat annoyed.

"You bunch of scum, behave yourselves!"

As the runic barrier at the front of the prison flashed, the commotion that had been spreading gradually subsided.

After sending the new batch of prisoners to the jail, the Asgard turned and left.

The chaos in the Nine Realms has intensified recently, and the task of sending people to the dungeon happens every few days. They have long been weary of it and have even stopped bothering to conduct body searches.

As the guards moved away, the criminal in the bull-helmet armor, mixed in with the new wave of rebels, reached his right hand inside his armor.

He dug a stone from the wound in his abdomen, its surface shimmering with red, magma-like veins. As he gripped it tightly, a red and black light spread across his body, forming a spiderweb of magma cracks.

As the violent energy surged outwards, the warlords who were sharing the room with the Minotaur immediately sensed something was wrong and frantically pounded on the runic barrier.

However, before they could take more than a few steps, the red and black mist on the Minotaur's body exploded, blasting the war rioters who had surrounded the monster into a cloud of blood mist.

Tsk tsk... another good show...

Loki leaned back on the bed with a broad smile, flipping through a book and reading with pleasure.

At this moment, the Cursed Warrior, whose body had swelled dramatically, whose exterior was now covered in lava-like armor and whose head was covered in horns, was no longer recognizable as Dark Elves.

The monster reached out and grabbed an unlucky fellow who had narrowly escaped death, hiding in a corner, and pressed his cheek against the runic barrier.

As the runic light surged, the unfortunate man, his face burning with blood and flesh, screamed as his head was crushed.

Then, the Cursed Warrior suddenly threw a punch, and the rune screen shattered instantly.

Just as the group of war rebels were filled with doubt and uncertainty, the monster actually stepped forward and broke through the runic barrier with a series of punches, releasing hundreds of outlaws.

Kevin, who had a previous conflict with the guards, was among the first to be released.

At the same time, hurried footsteps came from the stairwell, and the Asgard warriors on the outside were on high alert, advancing steadily.

Chaos has begun!

P. S.: There will be another update this afternoon. I can only say that the chaos is not that simple.

Chapter 860, Section 899: Kevin's Poisonous Milk, Everyone Who's Used It Says It's Great (Bonus Chapter)

"Bang! Bang!"

In the narrow corridor, the Cursed Warrior lifted an Asgard guard in each hand, drawing red and black light from them.

As they struggled in Affliction, their bodies rapidly withered away, and in the blink of an eye, their pure life force was completely devoured.

In an instant, the Cursed Warrior moved with impunity, and amidst screams, more than twenty guards fell one after another.

Life absorption? This is somewhat similar to the property of ether particles absorbing the life force of a host.

Kevin frowned deeply, instinctively guessing the secret of these Cursed Warriors.

Legend has it that the Cursed Warrior of the Dark Elves possessed power 2-4 times that of Thor, suggesting that their power originated from extracts of the Aether particle.

The derivative products alone are this outrageous; the Six Infinity Stones are truly terrifying!

Fortunately, after the war five thousand years ago, the Aether particles were sealed, and the Cursed Warrior under the King of the Dark Elves were destroyed by Asgard at a heavy cost.

Without the source of the Stone of Curses, the number of Cursed Warrior could probably be counted on one hand.

Unfortunately, he neither has mastered the technique of using the Cosmic Rubik's Cube, nor can he reveal that he possesses this great treasure to the eyes of the gods and the Dark Elves.

Otherwise, with this thing, one could fight even the God King to a standstill.

At this moment, the situation was tense. To avoid arousing suspicion, Kevin grabbed a lone guard and punched him unconscious.

But a moment later, the sound of hurried footsteps returned, clearly indicating that a large number of reinforcements were on their way.

Having accomplished its mission of creating chaos, the Cursed Warrior retreated slightly.

"Hey, you should take the stairs on the left..."

Just as the Cursed Warrior Pathway by Loki's cell, the mischievous god, who was leaning against the wall reading a book, closed his book and showed the monster the way.

The Dark Elves named Algrim frowned slightly, but still heeded the advice of Odin's son and prepared to leave quickly.