Master, You Must Be Kidding Me!

Gungnir was Odin's divine weapon.

Back then, one major reason the Frost Giants had been beaten into complete disarray by Odin was that he had wielded this divine artifact.

Gungnir was said to have a one hundred percent hit rate. Once thrown, it could easily take an enemy general's head even from a thousand miles away.

That alone showed just how terrifying Gungnir's power was.

Yet this divine weapon, which should have belonged to Odin, was now in Loren's hands. It was simply inconceivable!

Although Odin had suddenly vanished during this time, as though he had evaporated from the world.

Even so, this divine weapon should not have ended up in Loren's hands!

After all, Odin had two sons. Even if Gungnir were to be passed down, it should have gone to one of Odin's sons.

Yet it had unexpectedly appeared in Loren's hands. Naturally, Laufey was shocked and confused.

"Master, how... how did you get Odin's Gungnir? This is a divine artifact!"

As Laufey spoke in disbelief, he cautiously stroked Gungnir.

He was afraid something might happen midway and get him killed.

After all, a divine artifact on Gungnir's level recognized its master.

If someone it did not acknowledge touched it, the consequences would be terrible.

At best, they would be severely injured by it. At worst, they might die on the spot.

Back then, a large number of Frost Giant warriors had died to this very Gungnir.

It had left him with a psychological shadow over the weapon.

"How did I get it? If I said Odin gave it to me himself, would you believe me?"

Loren shrugged and spoke indifferently.

Gungnir did indeed look powerful to outsiders, but to him now, it was merely average!

In any case, this weapon could basically do no harm to him