After being stabbed by the Lionheart Emperor, John began to feel that nothing was quite right.
He looked at the powerless spaceship and rubbed his chin in thought. "I need to find a new power source."
Previously, the Silver Hand 2017 had used the Twilight Sword as its power source. Now that the Twilight Sword had snapped, the spaceship had begun burning through money.
John glanced at Paluru. After considering how long the ship could fly if he tossed this Fire Demon inside, he decided to make a new power source for the spaceship.
"Let me think." He opened the Star Map, his gaze settling on a planet marked as an Asgard Protectorate.
The Dwarves' Kingdom, Nidavellir.
It was the nation with the greatest mastery of forging in the universe, and every dwarf was a great smith.
Most of the divine artifacts of the Nine Realms came from this small planet.
Their unique forging techniques, combined with Asgard's protection, had made the dwarves' nation the only one free from incursions by other races.
"But that was in the past."
John looked at the words "Asgard Vassal State" marked on the map. Asgard had now split apart, and Nidavellir had yet to learn of it.
Hela had ascended the throne with Asgard's lands.
Thor had departed with Asgard's people.
In a sense, Asgard still existed, but in reality, it no longer had any attention to spare for anyone else.
The Dwarven Kingdom had also lost Asgard's protection, and its ability to forge divine artifacts would draw the covetous eyes of more nations.
John felt that the Dwarven Kingdom was the ideal choice for creating his new power source.
With Paluru seated in the spaceship's engine room, John set off for the Dwarven Kingdom.
Nidavellir was well hidden. Odin had deliberately concealed