Odin: Then There's Nothing to Worry About

Boom!

Bill, wielding his Divine Hammer, charged like a meteor, transforming into a beam of light as he plunged into the planet's earth.

He was chasing Psyphon.

The Energy of the Universe energy form cannot last long; the most powerful enemy on the ground must be eliminated within ten minutes.

Not to mention that Psyphon was a subordinate of Vilgax, a more dangerous enemy than Malekith.

However, when he rushed into the rock formation, he found nothing there except for a lot of weapons of various sizes.

"Gone?"

The bulging, hellish eyes, as if eyeballs had been shoved directly into the eye sockets of a wildebeest, were terrifying and grotesque. Bill, his Bill filled with Energy of the Universe, cautiously and suspiciously surveyed the dwarves' treasure trove: swords, Long Spear, warhammers, heavy axes...

The various weapons reflected a dazzling light.

However, not every weapon is a divine artifact. In fact, divine artifacts are so rare that they are almost nonexistent. Even with the craftsmanship of the dwarves, forging a divine artifact is not easy. First, one needs Uru Godsteel as the base material, and after it is completed, a powerful divine being is required to imbue it with a spell.

However, that's clearly not the most important thing...

The important thing is that Psyphon is gone.

"There's no spatial fluctuation, what's going on?"

Bill frowned deeply, his face grim.

At that moment, a huge but disheveled figure charged in like a bull, crashing through the wall. Beneath its messy hair, brown eyes anxiously searched the treasure vault for a while before finally giving up in utter despair.

"It's gone..."

Ai Cui's face was ashen, and he knelt trembling amidst countless weapons.

Seeing this, Bill, who was still somewhat annoyed, couldn't help but comfort him, saying, "It's unavoidable that that guy got away. Don't blame yourself too much. Being able to stop the invading army of the Fire Demon is already a success."

"I'm not talking about that guy, I'm talking about Hammer!"

"Hammer?"

Bill raised an eyebrow, his inner Energy of the Universe subsided, and a feeling of exhaustion washed over him like a tide.

"Could it be a divine artifact? If so, it would indeed be troublesome." Bill was slightly worried. A powerful divine artifact could indeed bring a huge boost to Malekith or Vilgax.

Even so, Bill felt that Eitri was being a bit too worried.

Artifacts are just artifacts; we can always forge more. Even if it takes a short time to complete them, the Galactic Plumbers and Asgard have plenty of treasures, so one weapon shouldn't affect the course of the battle.

"You have no idea what that is!"

"I'm waiting for your explanation."

Bill calmly put down the hammer.

"That's Cul Bor's Fear Hammer..."

"Bor?!"

Even Bill was somewhat surprised. "I remember Bor was..."

"That's right, it's the same surname as Odin, the King of Gods. Cul is Odin's brother, and before Odin succeeded to Asgard, he was the true King of Gods."

Eitri explained, Bill now understood why the other man's expression had been so unpleasant.

A single divine artifact may not affect the course of a battle, but a powerful being with exceptional talent is a different story.

Malekith's initiation of this War of the Realms had already caused a huge upheaval in the universe, affecting far more than just the Nine Realms. Then Vilgax interfered, Asgard was occupied by Hela, and if Cul were to join the fray...

Bill felt that even if the war was eventually quelled, the Nine Realms would probably be in complete chaos.

Things are getting increasingly chaotic... Hopefully, other forces in the universe won't cause trouble at this time.

He sighed, and then he heard Eitri continued:

"Later, Cul wreaked havoc in the Nine Realms, and Odin personally sealed him away. Before being sealed, he scattered the artifacts he possessed throughout the universe. Anyone recognized by the hammer would be brought before him to help him break the seal."

Bill:...

"I knew it." Bill covered his face. "Another sealing. When will they ever understand the importance of eradicating evil completely?"

It's not that he doesn't understand that some people do deserve a second chance to reform, but the existence that can threaten the entire universe is clearly not the same as those criminals who are forced to steal out of necessity.

Not everyone deserves it!

"There's nothing we can do about it. According to the prophecy, Cul can only be killed by Thor. Cul will bring Ragnarok, and Thor will perish with him." Eitri shook his head helplessly.

The ancient prophecies of Asgard are difficult to change. It is precisely because of the existence of these prophecies that Cul's life is as difficult to kill as Hela's. Sealing him was a last resort. Otherwise, given Odin's temperament, he would not have cared about brotherly affection.

"Odin is dead... no one can stop him now... and Thor..."

When Eitri thought of Thor, the once spirited God of Thunder in his memory shattered, replaced by the dejected Thor he had seen in Asgard not long ago.

That child is probably already ruined.

Who else can save the Nine Realms?

He was filled with despair.

Even the Galactic Plumbers, facing so many enemies, would likely be outnumbered. Eitri had already made the worst-case scenario plan in his heart—to abandon Nidavellir and lead the remaining members of his tribe into seclusion.

But Bill stroked his chin and began to think.

"Psyphon loyal to Vilgax, and even if he's teleported away by that hammer, he probably won't help Cul break the seal."

"No, what's truly terrifying is that anyone chosen by the hammer will be controlled by it."

"Is that so..." Bill simply nodded calmly, turned around, picked up his weapon, and prepared to return to the battlefield to fight off the remaining remnants.

"No need to waste my time, I've already decided to abandon Nidavellir anyway."

"That's your decision, I have no right to interfere." Bill picked up his hammer. "But my mission is to protect Nidavellir's safety!"

Bill wasn't sure what the outcome would be, but he knew one thing for sure—that was to do his job well and complete the tasks assigned to him by the Security Officer.

That's enough!

As for everything else, Sakaar King will take care of it!

Neither Cul, Vilgax, nor Malekith could possibly be a match for King of Sakaar!

"You..." Eitri stared blankly at Bill's retreating figure, lost in thought.

Even one of his subordinates is so resolute; could it be that King of Sakaar truly can reverse the current situation and save the Nine Realms from the Dark Elf and the soon-to-awaken Cul?

Perhaps, I can try to believe, just like the former Dwarf King believed in Asgard.

The Galactic Plumbers might just become the new Asgard.

He finally stopped mentioning the evacuation and once again picked up his weapon, following behind Bill. The sturdy weapons in the vault flew out under his control, falling into the battlefield like a meteor shower, finding their master.

"My hair?!"

Korg was nearly blown to the head by a Spiked Club, but the weapon stopped just before smashing his skull and obediently fell into his hand.

He became instantly excited, gripped the handle with his other hand, and shouted excitedly, "Look, I have a divine weapon too! I think Loki doesn't need to be the Security Officer anymore, let me be the sheriff!"

"That's not a divine artifact, you fool! You can't even handle a real divine artifact!" the dwarf rushed out. "But at least it can offer some help!"

--

Earth, deep sea.

Psyphon was a little dazed.

"I remember I was in Nidavellir..." He looked around in surprise at everything around him, a place that looked like a round auditorium, with carved beams and painted rafters, and it looked very exquisite.

What am I supposed to do here?

Is this still in China?

He was a little dumbfounded.

Although the only thing Psyphon could think of when facing Bill was to escape, that didn't mean he was happy to suddenly appear in a completely unfamiliar place where everything around him made him feel oppressed and fearful.

At that moment, footsteps suddenly echoed in the silent space.

It was very light, and also very messy.

Psyphon quickly turned his head to look, his eyes widening in shock. "Father?"

Those who didn't know better might have thought that Psyphon had actually seen a shark daddy from another universe that didn't exist, but in reality, what appeared before him was just an old man with white hair and a cane.

It had a completely human face, and its hunched body was more worrying than the cane, making one fear it might break at any moment.

His wrinkled skin drooped, making it impossible for him to open his eyes.

After five thousand years, Cul finally saw hope of regaining his freedom.

He was incredibly excited. During the days he was sealed away, his divine power was draining away much faster Odin's, and he was aging just as fast. He had thought he might not live to see this day, but fate had smiled upon him once again!

In his final moments, he finally saw hope.

His warhammer brought him a servant, a child, and a savior who could help him escape the Abyss.

As long as he can leave this place, he can once again grasp the source of fear, restore his power, and then old age will never hinder him again, and the Nine Realms will once again be under his rule!

It's time to transform into a giant serpent and devour the world!

"Take me away, my child."

"Cul said lovingly."

"Yes, Father..." Psyphon's eyes flickered, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his face. He took a few steps forward, hammer in hand, and helped up the elderly and nearly immobile Cul, saying, "Let's go and burn the Nine Realms to ashes!"

"It's not time yet; I must reclaim my power."

Cul felt that his child seemed a little too impatient, but he wasn't angry; in fact, it was a good thing.

Psyphon smiled slightly, and spoke like a venomous snake, "Take back your power, or... the power to become a greater being."

"Um?"

Cul's eyes widened, as if he had realized something, and he looked at Psyphon in horror.

But it was too late.

This skinny monster, with immense strength from who-knows-where, managed to grab Cul by the throat with one hand and lift him high into the air.

"This is impossible... How could you betray me...?"

Psyphon didn't answer; he was simply overjoyed. "Lord Vilgax will be very pleased to receive this unexpected surprise from you."

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Legerdomain.

Odin, who was comprehending the Energy of the Universe, suddenly opened his eyes, his face turning panicked.

"How could this be? Cul's seal has been broken?"

This was something he hadn't anticipated.

Odin knew perfectly well how powerful his brother was, and he had never forgotten that terrible prophecy. That is why he would never have chosen to seal him away if he had not been unable to kill Cul.

But he didn't expect the seal to be broken so quickly.

He was somewhat restless.

Thinking of Thor's prophetic fate and the source of Cul's power, Odin felt an urge to immediately pick up his Long Spear and head to Earth to slaughter all the inhabitants!

Fear is the source of Cul's power, especially the fear of the Midgard humans.

However, he still retained some semblance of rationality, not forgetting who was currently in charge of the Earth.

If he were to attack Earthlings, his relationship with Ben would likely immediately shift from one of hostility to one of enmity.

Why worry about the future, Odin?

The Ancient One noticed his unease and smiled, saying, "The prophecies of the past have long since changed. Just like how I originally thought I had found the most outstanding wizard, but that wasn't actually the case."

Strange was still her choice, not because he was the best, but because he was the most suitable.

Given that Ben was unwilling to succeed as the Sorcerer Supreme, it wouldn't really matter whether it was King or Mordo who came.

"Call--"

Odin sat down again and exhaled. "Perhaps you are right, Sorcerer Supreme. When the energy of the Energy of the Universe was poured into the roots of the Yggdrasil, everything changed. The power I once gained by trading my eyes can no longer see the future."

"But Cul remains a formidable enemy... Wait, he's dead?"

Odin hadn't even settled in when he jumped up in terror, clearly feeling Cul's life wither away in an instant.

This completely baffled him.

No, buddy?

You just died like that?!

One second I was worried that breaking the seal would throw the world into chaos, and the next second you were dead?

You're making me look a bit dull.

"Dead?" Ancient One was stunned. "This is probably bad..."

In her view, it was actually a good thing that Cul was alive, because it meant that the situation was easier to control. But the fact that such a being had just been unsealed and then died the next second was just too bizarre.

What exactly is going on?

"I don't know. He's not within the Nine Realms, and my raven is also protected by magic," Odin said, frowning.

Ancient One pursed her lips. "Then, what about Ben Parker?"

Odin piloted a raven through the universe, and after a while, the muscles in his face relaxed. He said, "Searching for the last two gems."

"That's all."

The two big shots sat back down at the same time, acting as if nothing had happened.

Once we get the last two gems, all the Infinity Stones will be in the Galactic Plumbers. What is there to worry about then?

That's it, that's it!

"Come on, Ancient One, I'll treat you to a drink. Asgard Celestial Wine, the oldest batch, seven thousand years old."

"Let's have tea instead."