The Destroyer

Market-driven compensation? Astute? Cunning?

Looking at Alvin, who could switch styles so easily—being tough when necessary, yielding when necessary, greedy when appropriate, and shameless when just like himself in his youth —Odin Alvin felt a pang of emotion.

He sighed softly, looking utterly disappointed, glared at Thor and Loki, and said, "If only you were my son."

Thor: "???"

He stared with innocent, bewildered eyes, like a helpless child, wondering what he had done wrong and what had displeased his Father King.

"Puff---"

Loki couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Given the crimes he committed and his Frost Giants bloodline, there's absolutely no way he can inherit the throne. Instead of dwelling on that trivial matter, it's more practical to watch him make a fool of himself.

"Ha, just take it as me talking nonsense."

Odin chuckled and shook his head, about to say something, when Alvin beside him blurted out, "Godfather—!!!"

That sound almost killed the Thor Rock Machine.

Loki's eyes lit up with excitement. He had become a pure amusement man; as long as he had fun, he didn't care about anything else!

This time, it was Odin's turn to remain silent.

His eyelids twitched slightly, seemingly speechless but also somewhat surprised. He looked at Alvin, hesitated for a long time, and then said with great difficulty, "I thought—you would refuse."

Why should I refuse?

Alvin's eyes were burning with fervor, his face practically screaming, "You said it yourself!" If he could do it, he would have made Odin sign it!

Refuse? Only a fool would refuse!

By calling him "godfather," he gains the rightful title. And when Odin dies, won't all of Asgard be his for the taking?

With such great benefits, who would refuse?

Besides, shame is completely unnecessary for a qualified Rogue Trader, unless it is required.

Let alone Odin, even if it were Khorne, if he dared to give him the Brass Fortress, Alvin wouldn't mind calling him godfather too.

Of course, while he might shout slogans, given the chance, he wouldn't mind giving Khorne a "filial piety" moment.

The Yellow Skin would probably be very happy, wouldn't it?

What?

You say Alvin is shameless and betrayed the Imperium?

No, no, no. This is a roundabout way of showing loyalty. If you don't believe me, go to Imperial Palace of Terra, drag that Yellow Skin out of the water, and ask him!

"... I was just joking." Odin, of course, understood what the kid was thinking, and explained helplessly, "Old people like to talk nonsense, please don't mind it, Mr. Alvin."

Tsk--

Alvin let out a soft sigh, somewhat disappointed.

"What a pity," Odin gave him a deep look. This shameless appearance really did have some of his own youthful charm. How come his eldest son wasn't so clever?

She's got the skills, she's got the brains—isn't she the perfect "other people's child"? Then look at my own grown-up son—the comparison is stark!

Odin sighed deeply and then fell silent. As agreed beforehand, Odin led Alvin to the vault.

"To express my apology, you can choose any item from here to take with you," the one-eyed old man said with interest, seemingly curious about which item Alvin would choose.

The treasure trove doesn't actually contain many items that are worthy of being displayed, but every single one of them would cause a sensation if taken out.

Items such as the Eye of Agamotto, the Obelisk of Life, the Warlock's Eye, the Eternal Flame, and the Tuning Fork are all rare and powerful artifacts found only once in the entire universe.

Alvin browsed the shop with the same curiosity he would when shopping, pointing to one item at random:

"This?"

"Can."

"And what about this one?"

"That's fine too."

"This won't do, will it?"

Alvin chuckled, pointing to the golden glove, and asked tentatively.

"As I said, you can choose any item from the entire treasure vault to take with you; consider it my apology."

Odin, seemingly unconcerned, gazed at Alvin with a knowing smile, "Whatever it is, you can take it. That's my promise. I'm a man of my word, and I suppose you are too, right?"

"Wow, so generous."

Alvin chuckled, shifting his gaze from the displayed treasures, and said calmly, "Not even caring about the Infinity Gauntlet, truly worthy of being the God King of Asgard."

"What's the use of the Infinity Gauntlet?" The God King remained calm, seemingly uninterested, and said indifferently, "It's not omnipotent; at least—it can't change fate, so what's the point?"

"Hahaha-"

Alvin smiled and looked away as well.

The Infinity Stones and the Infinity Gauntlet, once they left the Marvel Universe, became essentially useless, utterly worthless. Aside from Thanos using them to snap his fingers, no one would ever use them.

For example, Odin, the God King, had clearly already tried, and the Infinity Gauntlet could not reverse the fate of Asgard's destruction, which is why he left it here.

"Really, I can choose whatever I want?" Alvin asked again to confirm.

"Consider it my small compensation," Odin said with a smile. "It's also a small token of my gratitude for the millions of humans who perished because of my slumber."

"Hahaha."

Alvin smiled and said nothing more.

In fact, both of them knew the truth perfectly well.

What apology and compensation should be offered for a situation where a momentary oversight led to the massacre of millions?

No, from Odin's perspective, these things are partly the "tuition fees" for his two grown sons, but more importantly, they are about forging a good connection.

He acknowledged Alvin's threat but also hoped that he could help Asgard in the future.

The true purpose of this gift was to seek refuge for Asgard after his death, when it was destroyed by Ragnarok!

However, the two of them tacitly refrained from mentioning it publicly.

"If you dare to want it, I dare to give it to you."

Odin slowly approached the blazing brazier, looking every bit like a cunning old fox. "Of course,"

You can take this too.

"No thanks." Alvin waved his hand, displaying a respectful but distant attitude. "The Eternal Flame, Surtur, the thing that destroyed Asgard, I have no interest in it."

"So you knew all along."

Odin gave him a meaningful look. After this test, he was now certain that the boy could truly see the future. "I was just joking. This thing—even if you take it, it's useless. It's destined to destroy this place in the future."

After actually seeing it, Alvin realized that Odin's Vault, though seemingly impressive, actually contained many things that were useless to him.

For example, Eye of Agamotto can see the future, but this thing has no practical value to him because there are plenty of prophetic Psyker in the Warhammer Universe.

Obelisk of Life?

Forget it, it's just something Nurgle was ecstatic about. Taking it away won't be of much use and will only cause trouble.

"Have you decided what you want?"

Odin squatted before the brazier burning with the Eternal Flame, looking much like an old man warming himself by the fire, and said slowly, "My personal suggestion is that you consider the 'Destroyer.' It is forged from the rare magical metal 'Uru,' possessing not only excellent defensive capabilities but also the ability to store enormous energy. It is one of the few and most precious treasures in Asgard."

"Then I'll do as you say, I want 'Destroyer'."

In fact, Alvin was thinking the same thing. Putting aside the Destroyer's destructive power, even if they didn't want to use it anymore, they could melt it down to make weapons, right?

Unfortunately, these precious metals all have one major drawback: their production is too limited!

Even if you shoveled Asgard clean, the amount of "Uru" metal you could dig out would barely be enough to arm a Tactical Squad, let alone the magnificent Uru metal, the transformable Gloriana-class Battleship he envisioned!

Then install the Bifrost on it, and then even Abaddon's Blackstone Fortress will have to give way when it sees him, and they'll all have to step aside!