Once he fell, could Thor truly shoulder the burden of the Nine Realms?
If this Lucian could truly become Thor's ally, or even a powerful outside supporter of Asgard in the future, perhaps the situation in the Nine Realms could hold for another few hundred years.
"The reward... I'll have to weigh it carefully."
Ordinary gold, silver, and jewels were nothing but trash in Lucian's eyes. This time, he would probably have to part with one or two of the treasures he had kept tucked away in the vault.
At that thought, Odin turned to look toward the dungeons again.
That boy Loki had stirred up chaos in the dungeons earlier and nearly let the enemy through the door...
The old god-king let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with undisguised exhaustion. He pulled the reins, and his eight-legged divine steed rose into the air, turning into a streak of golden light as it returned to the temporary command post.
Meanwhile.
Passing through several corridors carved with ancient totems, Lucian followed Thor briskly toward the Side Hall.
Thor's mouth never stopped moving. One moment, he was going on about how much Jane had suffered earlier; the next, he was asking Lucian what he usually liked to eat and drink in Midgard.
Lucian let it go in one ear and out the other, his mind racing.
What should I ask for from Odin's Vault?
The Casket of Ancient Winters?
The Eternal Flame?
Forget it. I'll let the system pick whatever interests it.
What Lucian truly wanted to copy were top-tier traits that could completely change the game.
For instance... Hela.
Lucian's heart suddenly stirred.
Hela, Odin's eldest daughter, the true killing god of Asgard.
Her core power was not merely the ability to conjure endless Nightswords, but also "territorial attunement,"