As soon as he finished speaking, Jörmungandr sighed. The biting cold wind actually blew Fenrir's incredibly thick fur until it fluttered.
Naturally, the wind also brought soft winter snow to all Nine Realms, including Midgard.
But Surtur's home received rain instead. The fire giant Surtur, who lived in the world of flames, could only be utterly bewildered by that.
His entire home was made of fire, so how could it rain?
Ignoring the strange happenings in the other worlds, Jörmungandr spoke leisurely after his sigh.
"Can you understand me? That feeling... of not being able to find a single one of your kind in the entire world.
Though in essence, I am not a serpent, but a Frost Giant.
But no matter what, my existence is that of the greatest serpent!
In another world, with what I am, becoming a Serpent God would have been no problem at all.
But here, this Serpent God cannot even control his own kind!
Not only can I not control them, but I myself am constantly influenced by Nidhogg!
That fellow keeps gnawing on the tree roots. Whenever he grows tired of chewing, he sends summons to us again and again!
If I were not powerful enough myself, then like the others of my kind, I would have long since rushed muddleheadedly to Niflheim to help Jörmungandr chew tree roots!
He deserves to die. With him above me, I am constantly living under the threat of being overtaken!"
After saying that, Jörmungandr looked toward Heisenberg and asked seriously.
"Your Majesty Heisenberg, are you sure you have prepared yourself to fight the most terrifying creature in this world?!"
"I'm prepared," Heisenberg answered indifferently.
Jörmungandr was somewhat dissatisfied by that. He gently shook his head before continuing.
"You seem a little perfunctory. What I want is