Russell: I Want to Wipe Out Asgard

"A thousand years ago, the Frost Giants of Jotunheim invaded Midgard.

They threatened to plunge the human world into a new Ice Age.

King Odin rallied the Asgardian army and joined forces with Midgard's powers against the Frost Giants.

In the end, under King Odin's leadership, the allied forces defeated the Frost Giants and safeguarded peace across the Nine Realms.

History called it—the Battle of Tonsberg."

Whenever Asgard's glorious achievements in conquering the Nine Realms were mentioned, the guests and servants at the banquet proudly puffed out their chests.

Although Thor's Coronation Ceremony had been interrupted, the Asgardians who had come for the celebration still held many banquets.

Bored out of his mind, Russell followed the servants and joined one of them.

"Master Russell."

"Master Russell."

"Master Russell."

As he moved through the banquet, people greeted Russell from time to time. He responded to each of them with a smile and a nod.

As one of the two mages who had received lavish treatment, Russell had become somewhat well-known in Asgard.

Quite a few people were curious about his abilities.

The adults could restrain their curiosity and maintain proper etiquette.

The children, however, were another matter.

Just as Russell found a seat and sat down, preparing to sample Asgardian cuisine—

And listen to the guests recount Asgard's past—

A child suddenly ran up to Russell and asked curiously,

"Master Russell, can you use magic? Can you make lots of copies of yourself like Lord Loki?"

The child's question drew everyone's attention. They too wanted to know what Russell could do.

Russell smiled at the child without answering and continued drinking Asgard's special mead.

Just as everyone thought Russell was being too aloof—

And the child began to feel disappointed—

A hand landed on the child's shoulder, and Russell's voice came from behind him.

"You mean, like this?"

Russell's real body was still in front of the child, drinking mead.

No one present had noticed when Russell had created a duplicate and circled around behind the child.

"Whoa!"

"Excellent!"

Clap clap clap!

Russell's magical display earned applause and cheers from everyone present.

Russell raised his cup in salute. "Drink!"

"Drink!"

In truth, the duplicates created by Images of Ikonn were not the same as Loki's duplicates.

Loki's were not duplicates, but illusions.

He only made the illusions look like himself, which made them resemble duplicates.

Burp.

Asgardians truly were simple and straightforward people.

After several hours of hard fighting, Russell prepared to get up and leave.

He had drunk every person at the banquet under the table.

Just then, a tall armored figure sat down before Russell.

Thor?

Shouldn't he have been planning—

To attack Jotunheim, one of the Nine Realms and the Frost Giants' lair, after they had interrupted his Coronation Ceremony?

Even though he was troubled inside, Thor still forced out a smile.

"I heard that, Master Russell, you have already drunk more than a hundred Asgardian warriors under the table and still haven't had your fill.

Now, let us keep you company."

Looking up, Russell saw that it was not just Thor. Loki, Sif, and the Warriors Three were all there as well.

Russell's expression turned strange.

Had they heard of my exploits while on their way to conquer Jotunheim?

So they planned to drop by, drink me under the table, and then go attack Jotunheim?

How willful.

Still, if that was the case—

They might have to postpone it.

"Drink!"

Without another word, Russell raised his cup.

No matter how many came, he was going to wipe out Asgard today.

After three thousand rounds of wine and five hundred courses of food—

Thor and the others were already tipsy, while Russell's expression remained unchanged.

No matter what Russell ate or drank, his Physique only allowed him to experience the flavor.

The words "full" and "drunk" had long since left his life.

Perhaps realizing that drinking any further would delay their attack on Jotunheim and their investigation into the truth behind the Frost Giants' invasion of Asgard—

Sif and the Warriors Three began urging Thor to drink more.

Fandral and Hogun said, "Thor, a toast to you. You led us into the most glorious battle."

Volstagg said, "Thor, I toast you too. You gave me fine food and wine, sending me soaring with bliss."

Sif said, "Thor, I toast you too. When I proved that a maiden could become the kingdom's bravest warrior, you were the one supporting me from behind."

Yes, they were urging Thor to drink more, not less.

Although Sif and the Warriors Three had agreed to accompany Thor into battle, that did not mean they did not know they were defying Odin's orders.

Now that chance had presented itself to stop Thor, they naturally intended to use the situation to their advantage.

"Fine, drink!"

Thor accepted every toast without refusal.

Through the haze, he felt that their words sounded oddly familiar.

These sound like my lines.

This is exactly how I persuaded them to join me in conquering Jotunheim.

Nearby, Loki, who had drunk less and remained clearheaded, felt utterly helpless.

He had painstakingly planned all of this, only for it to be ruined in such a theatrical fashion.

First, he had let three Frost Giants into Asgard to disrupt Thor's Coronation Ceremony.

Then, he had fanned the flames and provoked Thor.

In his rage, Thor would defy Odin's orders, lead several friends, and attack Jotunheim on his own.

Everything had gone smoothly up to that point, but the plans that followed had unexpectedly come to a halt.

According to the plan, he would send word and have Odin save them at the critical moment.

Then, while Odin was rebuking Thor, he would fan the flames again and make Odin despise Thor.

But this mage could really drink.

Thor was nearly drunk, yet he still looked as if nothing had happened.

Loki looked at Russell in astonishment.

Though mages also tempered their bodies, their cultivation primarily focused on the mind.

Compared to the Physique of Thor's Asgardian royal bloodline, there was simply no comparison.

As Russell poured down cup after cup of mead, Loki did not sense the slightest fluctuation of magic.

He was relying entirely on his body to digest the alcohol and food.

In other words, this mage's Physique was even stronger than Thor's?

And by quite a bit, at that.

After studying Russell for a moment, Loki asked, "Master Russell, are you from Midgard?"

He simply could not understand why Russell was unaffected after drinking so much.

Normally, an Asgardian's Physique was three times that of a Midgardian.

Thor's Physique far surpassed that of ordinary Asgardians.

Russell shook his head. "No."

Russell was not from Earth in this Spacetime. He came from Huaxia on Earth in his original Spacetime.

Both his body and soul were from there.

Loki suddenly understood.

So that was it.

That explained everything.

This Russell was not only a mage. He was likely also a powerful warrior.

A powerful warrior stranded in Midgard, practicing Dual Cultivation of Physics and Magic.

Could I recruit him and have him support my succession as God King?

My prestige in Asgard cannot compare to Thor's, but I can find outside help.

Loki silently calculated in his heart.

Russell silently listened as well.

He already knows I'm a mage, yet he still isn't guarding his mind. He can't blame me for eavesdropping.