The Blade of Atropos

It's hard to imagine that one day he would become a sorcerer's apprentice at Kamar-Taj, and even be personally taught by the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme.

Unfortunately, the only thing that bothered him was...

I've somehow ended up in the Marvel universe, and my first lesson as a sorcerer is still this damn academic stuff!

Looking at the mountain of books, Alvin felt his vision blur, and for a moment he seemed to have returned to...

The special period before the college entrance examination in my previous life.

Ironically, his room and study were filled with banners, bright red silk cloths bearing large, square characters that read, "Confident in living two hundred years, I will surely ride the waves for three thousand miles! Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, how many tomorrows there are! If I wait for tomorrow, all things will be wasted!"

Turning my head, I saw a sign hanging on the simple bed. "Did you study today?"

Looking down at the table, it reads, "Do one problem, understand one problem, one problem determines your future destiny."

What's even more infuriating is that a ghostly floating subtitle keeps appearing in front of me, constantly counting down.

There are 89 days, 2150 hours, 12980 minutes, and 77588 seconds left until the magic exam.

"Is this really necessary?!"

Alvin angrily slammed the book down, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Yeah?"

Ancient One, waving a small paper fan, strolled beside her and said strangely, "I thought this would make you feel more immersed in the story."

Alvin's lips twitched, cursing inwardly that only a fool could relate to this thing; it was a miracle he didn't develop PTSD!

Unfortunately, the protest was ineffective.

He had to continue enduring it, and if he failed the exams every three days, what awaited him next...

It was an inhumane Hell of mock exams!

Most importantly, with Ancient One's "special treatment," even when he's sleeping, his soul will be pulled out.

The studies are even more intense than senior year of high school!

These three months felt longer than three years to Alvin. When they ended, he felt as if he had been reborn, as if he had lived a different life.

That was incredibly difficult... he actually made it through!

Looking at the sunlight he hadn't seen for three whole months, and at the God King Odin, Alvin almost burst into tears.

Looking back carefully, Ancient One's actions were practically forcing growth, but one thing cannot be denied:

That is, in just three months, Alvin was forcibly fed a large amount of magical knowledge!

Although in practical terms he might not be as skilled as a diligent and steady apprentice, he was quite knowledgeable in terms of theoretical knowledge.

Fortunately, Alvin is not lacking in practical experience. He has already mastered the theoretical knowledge, so the rest is simple: he just needs to put it into practice.

"Thank you for your guidance, Ancient One."

Despite feeling sympathetic about the three months of torture he had endured, Alvin also knew that the knowledge he gained here would allow him to use his Psychic Power more effectively!

Therefore, he was very grateful to the Ancient One.

He knew, of course, that Ancient One had ulterior motives for doing this, and it couldn't possibly be out of a desire to use someone's talent. But that's how the world is, and he didn't mind being "used."

You're welcome.

Ancient One smiled faintly and said, "I have taught you the knowledge, but how to use it and where to use it ultimately depends on yourself."

"Thank you for your advice, teacher. I'll remember it." Alvin said seriously, "Teacher, you have two more requests."

Is there anything I can help you with?

"Hehe, no rush." Ancient One shook his head and smiled, "I'll tell you about the remaining two requests when you come back next time."

"Alright."

Alvin nodded.

"Odin is waiting for you outside. Don't keep him waiting. Let's go." The Ancient One waved her hand, wearing the same gentle smile as when they first met three months ago.

Goodbye, teacher.

Alvin bowed deeply to Ancient One.

When he got up, he found himself on the summit of the Malal. Odin was sitting beside him and came forward when he saw him. "How are you feeling?"

"It was pretty good, very memorable."

Alvin thought for a moment and then gave his answer.

Your weapon is ready.

Odin, looking somewhat weary, handed over the blood-red, seed-like longsword, along with a pair of gloves. "The Daemon inside has been remelted, but just in case, it's best to wear these gloves when using it. They can greatly reduce the chance of being affected by its side effects."

[Item detected: Atropos's Blade (Artifact)]

[The god of war and slaughter personally forged 88 Daemon souls into a divine artifact in the brass Forge of the war fortress for his favorite Daemon Prince. It was later reforged by Odin, the God King, using Uru and runes on the dwarven star.]

[Energy available: None]

[Item detected: Yarngripir (Artifact)]

[Originally, it was a divine weapon forged by dwarves at the behest of Odin, the God King, for God of Thunder to Thor's Hammer Thor. Later, it was reforged, and the Sorcerer Supreme infused it with soul magic, which can effectively suppress negative emotions and enhance the user's soul resistance.]

The Atropos's Blade?

Alvin frowned. He remembered that last time, this Daemon Artifact didn't even have a "name".

Seemingly sensing his question, Odin explained, "After the dwarves reforged it, they would give it a name, but this weapon is strange; its name appeared inexplicably after its creation."

This is not a good sign— Alvin sighed inwardly. Daemon Artifact having a name is a completely different matter from one that doesn't.

Just like the true names of some Daemon, the name will grant this Daemon Artifact new power.

Moreover, and most importantly, the name of this weapon is exactly the same as the name Tzeentch Greater Daemon Carlos used to refer to him!

Atropos —he later looked it up, and the name means: goddess who cuts the threads of fate, and also symbolizes "death"!

Honestly, who has their name already chosen before they've even Ascend to Daemonhood? Isn't this just a pure curse? It's incredibly unlucky!

Alvin sighed. Since there was nothing he could do to change it anyway, he might as well accept it.

Then there's the "Yarngripir," which is pure black in appearance, resembling gold but not quite. It's extremely lightweight, almost imperceptible when worn, doesn't affect flexibility at all, and is very comfortable.

He tried again and grasped the "Daemon Artifact".

Sure enough, there was only a hint of killing intent, but it was nothing like the feeling before, when his mind was filled with the thought of killing.

Alvin took a deep breath, quite satisfied, and turned to look at the God King, saying sincerely, "I won't say thank you. As long as I'm alive, I guarantee Asgard's existence."

"Okay, I'll stop here."

Odin nodded slightly, gazing intently at him. "This is likely our last meeting. I believe your promise to protect those people in the future."