Veldora stared at Rimuru with genuine confusion on her face, relentlessly pressing him for answers.
Seeing this, Rimuru stopped beating around the bush, his expression softened slightly, and he began to explain earnestly.
"Don't think that just because I'm strong enough, everything will be fine. The trouble I'm talking about is Asgard's destined catastrophe— Ragnarok."
These words instantly cooled the previously lively and enthusiastic conversation.
The cheerful smile on Thor's face vanished, replaced by a heavy look in his eyes.
Ragnarok, this is the destiny etched into the blood of Asgard, the deepest shadow in the hearts of all the Asgard.
Rimuru gave a brief introduction and waited quietly for Veldora to process the matter.
The expected somber contemplation did not materialize.
Veldora frowned and pondered for a long time before speaking with a blank expression.
" Ragnarok? What is Ragnarok? What does it do?"
These three bewildered questions left the air silent for two seconds.
Rimuru and Thor exchanged a glance, both revealing incredibly awkward smiles.
They're overthinking it.
Veldora, who had been imprisoned in the Infinite Prison, had only just been released and was completely unaware of the changes in the outside world. Moreover, he was now in a different world and had naturally never heard of Asgard's ultimate catastrophe.
Rimuru chuckled helplessly, patiently explaining the basics to the Storm Dragon in the simplest terms.
"Simply put, it's the apocalypse of Asgard. The Nine Realms will be thrown into chaos, with monsters, rebels, and calamities emerging everywhere."
"With the fall of the Asgard and the fall of the gods, Asgard will most likely be completely destroyed in this war, and the order of the Nine Realms will collapse significantly."
After this frank explanation, the playful smile on Veldora's face finally vanished completely.
He abandoned all his childish behavior and became solemn.
The casual joke from moments before vanished, and I finally realized that this was no small matter.
An entire divine kingdom is facing a crisis of annihilation; this would be a world-shaking catastrophe anywhere.
"I see, that does sound quite tricky."
Veldora pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Rimuru with a serious expression.
"How long until Ragnarok? And what exactly do you need me to do?"
Seeing that he had finally become serious, Rimuru a sigh of relief and gently comforted him.
"Don't be so nervous, it won't happen that soon."
"This catastrophe has a predetermined fate, but its arrival time is uncertain, and there is still a long buffer period."
"I'm letting you stay in Asgard, not so you can go and fight right now."
Rimuru pointed to the magnificent Asgard realm surrounding him and slowly explained the reason.
"I'll be traveling between Earth and Asgard for an extended period from now on, so I won't be able to stay in Asgard indefinitely."
"I appointed the God of God of Wandering and Play among All Things a deity, making him a part of Asgard, and I don't want to see this divine kingdom ultimately destroyed."
"Therefore, I hope you will stay here and be stationed in Asgard on a daily basis."
"If any foreign enemies invade or disaster strikes, you will step in to defend this Asgard. Thor can also arrange a place for you to stay, so you won't have to travel around with me."
After hearing these words, Veldora suddenly understood.
I thought it was some kind of extreme challenge that would require a life-or-death struggle, but it turned out to be just guarding a territory.
He immediately waved his hand dismissively and readily agreed, his face showing no sign of concern.
"Hey, I thought it was nothing serious!"
"What's so difficult about that? Before I was trapped here, I spent many years guarding the Great Forest of Jura, protecting the peace and tranquility of the local inhabitants."
"It's just a change of location for guarding; guarding the forest and guarding the Asgard are essentially the same!"
"I'll take this on! From now on, with me, the Storm Dragon Veldora, protecting Asgard, no ordinary villain will dare to act recklessly!"
After saying that, he unconsciously raised his arrogant expression, exuding an aura of dominance, looking like a guardian of the Asgard who had already taken his place.
Seeing Veldora get to work in a flash and full of energy, Rimuru relieved.
With this top-tier Storm Dragon residing in Asgard, it's like giving Asgard an extra, most reliable trump card.
Even if Ragnarok were to descend in the future, Asgard's chances of victory would be significantly increased.
Actually, his main purpose in leaving the Storm Dragon here was to deal with the group of Dark Elves, especially their leader, whose name sounded like an insult.
This guy is really brave. He couldn't even beat Frigga in a one-on-one fight, yet he dared to invade Asgard with that kind of fighting power and even ordered the Kurse to kill Frigga.
If Odin hadn't been so old at this time, given his temperament in Odin youth, the Dark Elves would probably have been the first to be wiped out of the Nine Realms.
Thor, standing nearby, was both surprised and delighted, feeling incredibly fortunate.
He was originally extremely anxious about the future fate of the Asgard, but now that he has the help of Veldora, a top-tier powerhouse, he feels much more at ease.
After settling Veldora in, Rimuru immediately planned to head to Nidavellir.
The Storm Dragon had just regained his freedom, was still feeling the thrill of it all when he saw Rimuru about to leave, and couldn't help but complain with a face full of resentment.
"Hey! We've only just reunited! You're already running off before you've even had a chance to sit down properly? Can you be a little more reliable?!"
Upon hearing Rimuru could only helplessly shrug, feeling utterly resigned.
He truly dared not stay in Asgard any longer.
I've only been in the Asgard for a few days, yet I've already managed to host two banquets, one big and one small.
A welcoming party for guests, a investiture ceremony by a god-king—the drinking party just wouldn't stop.
Now that he's left Veldora in Asgard, it's obvious that the overly enthusiastic Asgard will definitely throw another banquet to welcome the new god.
Drinking is a minor matter; he can handle it perfectly well.
What truly sent chills down his spine was the group of incredibly good-looking gods and goddesses in the Asgard.
Ever since he ascended to the Demon Lord, fully matured, and was personally appointed as a legitimate deity by Odin, everything has changed.
In the past, when children looked cute and cuddly, people simply thought they were adorable and endearing.
But now, having shed his childishness and grown into a handsome young man, he exudes an aura of divinity and the overwhelming pressure of Demon Lord.
The goddesses looked at him with sparkling, adoring eyes, full of scrutiny and curiosity.
Countless people would offer him drinks, strike up conversations, or try to get close to him on ordinary days.
If it were like a child in the past, kissing, hugging, and lifting them up high would be perfectly harmless.
But now that they're all adults, it's really embarrassing to be so close and playful with a bunch of gods.
Even more outrageous is that not only goddesses, but also many male gods have started to look at him in strange ways.
Rimuru's heart pounded wildly.
He could definitely win a fight; if things really got serious, he could completely dominate the entire field.
But the situation was just too awkward!
He was really afraid that if he stayed a few more days, he would "lose his reputation" and "lose his chrysanthemum" in Asgard!
Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, the best is to slip away!
Having made up his mind, Rimuru decisively suppressed his aura as a god-king, and with a flicker, transformed back into the petite and Demon Lord that everyone was most familiar with.
The oppressive aura vanished instantly, leaving him looking harmless—a perfect disguise.
After bidding Veldora, who was still chatting enthusiastically with Thor, Rimuru immediately activated his spatial teleportation and instantly arrived in the dwarven kingdom of Nidavellir.
As soon as he stepped into the forging hall, the dwarf king, who was busy at work, immediately brightened up and quickly came to greet him.
The old dwarf had lived for countless years, and his eyesight had long been honed to perfection.
He clearly sensed that Rimuru was completely different from the one he had seen last time.
His aura was ethereal and profound, concealing an indescribable divine power and Demon Lord pressure.
No matter how much he used all his senses and all his investigative methods, he still couldn't figure out Rimuru's current true combat strength level.
One can only vaguely sense that this person's foundation is terrifyingly deep, existing on a completely different level.
The dwarf king was secretly alarmed, but his face was full of enthusiastic smiles.
Before the other party could speak, Rimuru asked directly, "Dwarf King, how are my things? Is the armor for Pietro finished?"
The dwarf king nodded repeatedly and stepped aside to make way for the forging table behind him.
"It was completed long ago! I, Nidavellir, would not dare to slack off in the slightest on anything you have ordered!"