A dazzling rainbow spanned the kingdom. Beneath the towering mountain range, the Golden Hall stood solemn and majestic, its grandeur embodying the full majesty of the Divine Realm.
Countless statues stood within—heroes of exceptional military achievement and powerhouses whose names had shaken the universe—barely lending this den of ostentatious precious metals a sense of historical gravitas.
"Sorcerer Supreme, this statue has quite a history. He was my grandfather, Bor Burison..."
It was Russell's first time entering Asgard. Odin had specifically ordered Thor to lead the honor guard and take Russell around for a longer tour.
The purpose...
Perhaps it was showing off his wealth, sending Russell an indirect message: marry Hela, and he would have everything. He could skip several thousand years of hard work.
Click!
Russell cooperatively played along with his guide, Thor, raising the camera in his hand and taking a picture of Thor's grandfather.
Tourism was all about sleeping on the bus, peeing after getting off, and taking pictures when the time came.
So Russell would never ignore a performance he was supposed to play along with.
He had originally prepared a camera for each Valkyrie, but they had grown up in Asgard. Someone like Urd had been decorated in the Golden Hall many times and had no interest in taking pictures.
There was no helping it. He could only put on the show himself.
"Sorcerer Supreme, Father is greatly pleased by your arrival..."
"Hold on, pleased?"
Russell interrupted Thor without the slightest politeness. "As far as I know, 'honored' would be more appropriate when welcoming a guest."
"You jest, Sorcerer Supreme. We're family, so why be so formal?"
Thor flashed an innocent, guileless smile. He was rich, simple-minded, and had no idea what Russell was talking about. Lowering his voice, he said, "Still, your coming really