Skadi Crawls into Bed!

Where should we go next?

In Rovi's plan, the raging giants had already built up one storm legion after another on the earth, commanding a large number of undead.

They spread the flames.

Rovi will also be heading to the most populated areas.

Where to wait for the perfect opportunity.

Waiting for the spark to ignite, it will eventually transform into a raging inferno that burns the entire Norse Age of Gods.

The horses galloped through the snow, their twelve wings flapping and creating fierce air currents, while the majestic hyenas galloping alongside the horses' hooves occasionally howled.

Clad in armor and a cloak, holding a long spear, exuding a deathly stillness, Rovi, like a ghostly warrior, sat atop his steed, pulling on the reins and gazing at the distant scenery.

Then he pulled on the reins, slightly halting his advance.

Behind me, a clear voice called out, "Wait for me—"

He turned around and looked at the Snow Mountain Goddess swaying precariously in the wind and snow, riding her sled, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Why are you in such a sorry state?"

"Huff!" Skadi stopped her sled, her delicate cheeks puffing slightly. She glanced at Rovi without saying a word, angrily patting her magnificent long dress and shaking off the snow. But in doing so, she accidentally let a cold patch seep into her bodice, the silky smooth feeling making the goddess shiver involuntarily, her body swaying with a ripple.

Then she got even angrier. "You despicable guy... you must have done this on purpose, right?"

"So what if it is!?" Rovi showed no remorse.

As they galloped along, without using any authority, mystery, or magic, Rovi rode at full speed while Skadi could only follow behind him on a Rovi. As she followed, she was splashed with snowflakes kicked up by the horse's hooves.

Shennong doesn't get frostbite, but she would still feel uncomfortable being so disheveled.

Seeing the goddess's slightly puffed-up cheeks, Rovi suppressed the urge to poke her with his Storm Spear: "Actually, you can use magic."

"Aren't you Shinjin, who is more skilled at using Magecraft?"

"I..." Skadi opened her mouth.

Rovi did indeed say that she couldn't use Magecraft or mystery, but seeing Rovi act like an ordinary person, she subconsciously refrained from using Magecraft as well.

But the reason for doing this is because the person being arrested is afraid of the person who arrested them.

Now, Skadi has let go of her fear of Rovi.

So, why is that?

"I just don't want to use it, there are no excuses—" the goddess replied, tossing her long, smooth hair and adjusting the thorny crown on her head. She said, "You're not the only one who can live like an ordinary person...wait?"

Before Skadi could finish speaking, Rovi raised his spear and pierced her collar, hanging her up.

"You don't want to, but I don't want to keep waiting for you." Rovi said helplessly, then ignored the other's exclamation and the struggle of her arms and legs, and swung the gun handle to put Skadi directly on the horse's back.

Skadi fell to the ground, swaying, and clung tightly to the horse's belly.

This celestial horse is both tall and majestic, with twelve pairs of wings on its back, which is large enough for one person to sit on and another to lie on.

"Let's go!" Rovi squeezed his legs together and pulled on the reins.

The hound that was Fafnir the Evil Dragon, transformed into, howled loudly from one side.

The horse's hooves lifted and landed on the snow, raising a cloud of dust that stretched like a curtain. Amidst the swaying and bumping, Skadi gradually calmed down from her earlier tension.

She sat up slightly, her body still lying on her side. She placed her legs on the same side and crossed them slightly to hold the hem of her dress. Despite the bumpy ride, she felt unusually stable. And so the goddess of the snow mountain watched the snowflakes and flowers that kept receding.

The scenery in the courtyard seems to have changed over the long years. Apart from the wind and snow, all that can be seen is the vast sea and the undulating ice.

Spring may occasionally arrive, but it is only a brief period of melting ice and snow.

Over the millennia since its birth, Skadi has gradually lost all appreciation for such scenery.

But things seem different now compared to before.

Is it because of a different state of mind?

Skadi looked ahead, seemingly admiring the scenery, but her peripheral vision kept drifting to the figure pulling the reins.

He still harbors resentment towards Rovi and the Snow Mountain Goddess.

But he genuinely believed that he wouldn't hurt himself; he was actually capable of trusting...

The gods of Asgard would not hesitate to kill him.

The King of the Wild Hunt before him was also pressing closer, but he never considered using the method of killing him to achieve his goal.

He can actually do it.

In Skadi's mind, the King of the Dead, who could rival Thor, must possess the power to extract souls and extract personal memories.

However, it seems that Rovi never considered doing this.

Even if it's just to gain trust...

They all progress through protection and rescue.

He is actually very good to himself.

"Why are you being so nice to me? Otherwise, I'll be stuck here... I'm the goddess of Asgard, and I shouldn't go anywhere else." Skadi clenched her fists slightly.

She gently closed her eyes, yet a strange, girlish thought stirred within her...

"Why don't we take a break first?" Rovi tugged at the reins, pulling his gaze away, but paused at the same time.

A soft, swaying touch emanated from behind her; smooth hair cascaded down, resting on the cold, hard armor on his back. The goddess sat sideways on her winged horse, her body pressed against his...

She fell asleep.

Are you really that confident in me?

Rovi raised an eyebrow. Goddesses shouldn't need sleep, but perhaps due to the overwhelming emotions that had occurred in such a short time, Skadi felt physically exhausted. As a result, the goddess could no longer suppress that feeling of drowsiness and unknowingly drifted into sleep during the bumpy journey.

Sleeping... is good.

Rovi smiled and ignored her.

Born a mortal, he loves everything about ordinary people: walking, eating, sleeping... Often, when Rovi does this, he is actually reminding himself that he is still a human being.

Initially, he was determined to abandon everything and disregard everything for the sake of death and the power he left on the 'seat'.

But now he feels a bit afraid of that version of himself.

Because the more you experience, the more important it is to stay true to your original aspirations.

If he abandons his human heart, what is left of him?

He wouldn't be Rovi then.

"Since you're asleep... then have a good dream!" Rovi laughed, his laughter echoing far and wide across the vast snowfield.

Skadi, however, quietly opened her dark purple eyes...

She woke up.

But he didn't want to wake up.

Simply resting her head on Rovi's back, even through the cold armor, made her feel incredibly safe at this moment.

This moment was strikingly similar to the one before, when, amidst the flashing and vibrating thunder, that tall figure held a long spear horizontally in front of him, blocking his way.

Night falls.

Amidst the rustling sounds, the seawater surged and churned... A sliver of cool moonlight shone upon a seal crawling on the ice floes of the seashore.

It is hunting.

The next second, light suddenly shone from the seabed, and the cold, serpentine eyes obscured the bright white moon.

The gaping maw of the abyss then swallowed up the endless seawater, and the ice on the shore collapsed and caved in instantly. The seal couldn't even let out a wail before it was swallowed up and disappeared.

With a splash, a colossal serpentine shadow pierced through the seawater's cover and emerged from the surface—

With each flick of its tongue, a chilling sound emanated, "Rip~~~"

Its head alone occupies a corner of the vast ocean. Upon closer inspection, its existence seems to divide the ocean into the inside and outside, and even demarcate the boundaries of Northern Europe.

Indeed, that is the case.

This is the central courtyard of the Nine Realms, supported and divided by the World Tree, at the edge of the Midgard Realm.

The serpent is Jörmungandr, the monster that divides the central region of the nine realms of Norse mythology.

According to the prophecy of the great god Odin, several monsters will appear during Ragnarok. One of them is Nidhogg, a black dragon that dwells in Niflheim, the land of mist, beneath the roots of the World Tree, and gnaws at the roots of the World Tree year after year.

Its counterpart is Fenrir, a sun-eating wolf trapped on a certain island.

Thirdly, there is the serpent encircling the central courtyard, Jörmungandr, which is the giant serpent that exists on the border of the central courtyard in Northern Europe.

Although ranked last, Jörmungandr is actually extremely powerful. In the words left by the great god, he will fight against Thor, the strongest god of war in Norse mythology.

Its body is so enormous that it is countless, and its existence is enough to encircle the entire Midgard, hence the name 'Midgard Serpent'. Of course, this is also because Jörmungandr suppressed by Odin in the bottomless deep sea, and existed around Midgard, with only one serpent head showing, looking up at Asgard on each full moon night.

The night of the full moon, which is also this very moment.

Tear!

With its forked tongue flicking, the enormous serpent gazed upwards at the bright moon, its eyes filled with a desire to devour the gods. But soon, Jörmungandr shifted its gaze downwards, looking at what lay before it.

The figure stands atop a rock that appears insignificant in comparison to its head.

"Long time no see, my child." A playful and flippant voice rang out, and a figure resembling a clown from later generations stood on one leg with a comical expression on his face.

"Loki, I am not your child... Rip!" Jörmungandr a human voice, his forked tongue flicking, his words filled with cold indifference.

Loki, however, didn't seem to care. "Oh dear, are you still blaming me for abandoning you all?"

Jörmungandr, Fenrir, and Hela, Goddess of Death, are all children of Loki, the God of Trickery. Unlike ordinary monsters, if it weren't for the prophecy of the great god Odin, they should have been among the high and mighty gods in the Platinum Palace.

However, it was precisely because of a single sentence from the King of the Gods ruled Asgard that Loki's three powerful, almost terrifying children were all banished from the sky.

One is suppressed by loneliness in the deep sea, one is bound to eternity on a lonely island, one guards the world of the dead and gazes at death.

They naturally harbored resentment, resenting the god-king Odin, and even more so the God of Trickery Loki who did not stand up for them.

Recalling the past, Jörmungandr roared again, "You are Odin's brother, you are also the advisor of the the gods of Asgard, you had the power to save us!"

"I cannot save you!" Loki grinned broadly. "Because only in this way can you truly gain life!"

"Believe me, my children, I love you, and I love this changing world even more, and I can already feel the spark of change has arrived!"

Loki spread his arms wide. "I am the God of Trickery, the God of Schemes, the God of Mischief, and also the god of fire!"

"The flames are coming— Ragnarok is not far off."

"Because the Wild Hunt has arrived... Ahahahahaha!"

Jörmungandr.

Wild Hunt?

What a familiar name...

Still under the cover of night in the courtyard, on the snow-covered land in the distance, a campfire illuminated the deep and boundless darkness. After wandering all night like an ordinary person Rovi finally decided to rest for a while in this forest.

A pegasus with ten wings lay sprawled on the snow, a hyena, the dragon in the form of a dragon, lay on its belly. After lighting the campfire, Rovi laid the goddess Skadi, who was lost in her dreams, on the ground and covered her with his cloak—even though the goddess didn't actually need it, it was just human instinct.

It wasn't out of concern for her, but rather a wake-up call for myself.

Rovi let out a long breath. The body of the dead had regained a glimmer of life and gradually produced a tiny bit of warmth.

He tilted his head slightly, listening to the sound of the wind.

On the land of the gods, countless spirits were scattered in the wind, obeying the call of the King of Storms and bringing him news from afar.

They said, "The area ahead is the most populous region, where there are cities and countries built by humans, where there is soaring poetry and wine, and stories of poets and heroes."

They also said, "There is a religion that worships giants, and they spread it wantonly in your name."

They also said, "Singing praises to the lord of the storm, the King of the Wild Hunt, the commander of the Army of the Dead."

"A bunch of little brats have learned to flatter now!?" Rovi chuckled and cursed under his breath, then pondered for a moment.

The one who worships giants... Ymir?

If I remember correctly, the Titan king had contact with Ymir, and even joined forces with him.

Ereshkigal also seems to have an image.

"Then this journey ahead is inevitable," Rovi thought to himself, sitting by the campfire, closing his eyes slightly, and drifting into a dream.

He still has the habit of sleeping soundly, but if there is anything alarming about the outside world, he will wake up immediately.

Yes, it's something to be wary of...

Suddenly, a rustling sound rang out, and the eight-legged, ten-winged Pegasus opened its eyes.

Then they closed again.

The one who made the sound was Skadi, who was originally lying on the ground. Wrapped in the cloak given to her by Rovi, she looked at Rovi, who was sitting and 'sleeping', in the firelight, and her pretty face couldn't help but twitch.

'I won't appreciate your kindness...' the goddess thought, but then suddenly felt a little reluctant to leave the warmth brought by the cloak.

It's clearly the King of the Dead's coat... never mind.

'You got off easy.' Skadi wrapped the cloak around Rovi in a tucked-in manner, then slipped inside herself from behind.

Back to back.

Her exposed head glowed with a faint red hue in the dim light.

Undeniably, the goddess did find this feeling warm.

Night fell, and the stars shone brightly.

Skadi twitched and let out a whispered murmur.