The world-devouring dragon

A long time ago, there was a child who was far smarter than all the others of his kind. He was always silent and alone, because in his eyes, those of his kind were all so stupid that he could not imagine, and could not gain any recognition at all. feel.

In his eyes, the whole world seemed like an old toy whose structure had been completely seen through. Apart from endless war, it was still war, which made him unable to arouse any interest.

"Boring...boring...monotonous..."

A deep sense of disgust and self-loathing filled his heart. He hated the world, and even more hated himself. He hated the hollow self inside, the self that had no interest in anything, which made him feel deeply disgusted, even... hatred.

He originally thought that maybe this was all he could do, but he knew that one day...

"Hey! What's your name!"

When he was lying on the ground, there was a big old tree above his head. The boy who didn't care about anything lay on the ground and fell asleep quietly. Suddenly something hit his head, and he opened his eyes blankly. He looked around, only to see a little boy about the same size as himself standing on the branches of the big tree above his head. Those extremely clear eyes were looking at him curiously.

His body is not filled with the cold and indifferent sacred aura like those gods, but it is also not as brutal and rough as other frost giants. Instead, it is filled with a kind of... extremely unique vitality, which is in harmony with this lifeless person. The world of Chaos looks very different.

"...Loki."

Looking at the half-god, half-giant hybrid boy in front of him, after a long silence, he simply responded.

"Loki? You are very interesting!"

The little boy in front of him didn't seem to hear the deep rejection and indifference in his words. He thought about it and then said happily.

A flash of astonishment flashed through his erect pupils.

"I'm...interesting?"

"Yes, you are completely different from other frost giants! They only know how to fight, but you are very calm, so you are very interesting."

The boy jumped off the branch, and then stood in front of the smart child. The boy with extremely clear eyes said loudly.

"Interesting...so what's your name?"

The smart kid pondered, and then asked.

"I?"

The little boy in front of him tilted his head first, and then grinned, showing his white teeth, and his smile was extremely hearty.

"My name is Odin! Loki, maybe it is fate that we meet here!"

"destiny?"

Loki looked at the little boy in front of him who called himself Odin with interest, and the corners of Loki's lazy mouth curled up slightly.

"Loki! Come with me to create an interesting world!"

In front of him, Odin suddenly opened his arms and shouted excitedly.

"So...why should I do such an inexplicable thing with you?"

"So I said, that is the world!!! A world that is countless times more interesting than this lifeless and dull world!!!"

Loki, who was lying on the ground, looked up at the figure in front of him, squinting his eyes slightly, but in the hazy light, he could only see a figure whose whole body seemed to be shrouded in light, just like the glow on his face. As dazzling as a bright smile.

"Interesting... world?"

The boy murmured as if something had touched his heart.

"Yes! A world that will never be boring, never boring, and infinitely exciting!"

Looking at the boy lying on the ground next to him, Odin, who was filled with fiery passion, looked at the stranger he had just met in front of him, but he extended his hand without hesitation.

"Loki, let's create the world together!!!"

…

Fire, endless flames are burning.

The majestic giant tree that has lost its support is slowly tilting. Its size is so huge that this simple fall will take thousands or tens of thousands of years, but no matter how slow it is, this day will eventually come. It will come, and no one can stop it.

The few remaining stars fell from the broken sky to the burning earth one by one. The ocean filled with poisonous gas was filled with floating corpses stretching for thousands of miles. The sky was full of holes, large and small, and was no longer powerless. To protect this universe, endless extraterrestrial chaos leaks in from the broken holes to accelerate the death of this world.

The once infinitely prosperous world has long been reduced to ruins. Gods are dead, giants are dead, monsters are dead, and all life is dead.

Everywhere was filled with blood, corpses and flames. The beautiful, ugly, kind, evil, terrifying, kind... all of them died in that final battle.

But above the ruins and the land of burning flames, there is still a vague figure that seems to be moving forward tiredly and hard.

Beside this figure, various corpses were lying everywhere on the flame-covered ground. Some were mutilated, and some had hideous faces. But no matter what they were like in life, whether they were gods or giants, they all fell on this bed at this moment. In the battlefield eroded by flames.

The tired and thin figure walked step by step through the battlefield strewn with corpses, with a deep confusion in his eyes. He even tripped and fell over corpses and bones, but there seemed to be something in the deepest part of his pupils. An invisible will has always supported him to remain standing.

His thin body was already scarred from the battle, but he gritted his teeth and kept walking step by step. If he fell, he would just stand up again.

There was one thing he had to figure out.

For this matter, no matter how high the price is, even if he personally destroys the world that he and Odin have built little by little, he will not hesitate.

What Odin pursues is to allow the world he created to continue forever, but what he pursues is a truly free and wonderful world... rather than staying ignorant in this world programmed by fate. In the cage called "The World".

When this beautiful world he created became his prison, he would rather smash this beautiful but hypocritical world with his own hands.

However……

"puff……"

There was a soft sound at the feet, and the tired figure instinctively glanced at the feet, and then, the blank and empty pupils froze...

Next to his feet was a corpse. The corpse was covered with wounds, and the blood gushing out stained the ground beneath him. Looking at the corpse, the owner of the blank-eyed man's withered and cracked lips trembled silently. got up.

He opened his mouth and wanted to call out the name of the corpse, but he was like a catfish that had been stranded on the shore. His lips were opening and closing, but he couldn't call out that simple name.

"ah……"

He tried to stretch out his hand, but his arm was inexplicably inoperable, as if he was afraid, and the only thing he could hear was the unexplained sound coming from his hoarse throat.

"Hela."

At his feet was the body of his little daughter Hela. As the ruler of the world of death, Hela also passed away in this ultimate decisive battle and returned to the earth completely.

Among the three siblings, only Hela respects her father the most, because she is the only one who can feel the loneliness and loneliness in her father's heart. She can feel the deep wisdom contained in her father's body. A wisdom far beyond the imagination of all life.

For this reason, she who dominates the world of death does not have to participate in this ultimate decisive battle between the living. The underworld of Helm is the pale earth where the World Tree is rooted. It has existed since the ancient chaotic world, even if the World Tree is completely tilted , the destruction of the universe cannot affect the existence of the kingdom of Heim.

The God-King who rules over all the living is equivalent to Pluto, who rules over all the dead.

However, for the desire in his father's heart, the supposedly immortal Pluto led the undead army to join this final battle, and now...she is dead.

Looking at the body of his little daughter, Loki's lips trembled.

Finally, as if his physical strength was exhausted, he knelt down weakly in front of this world of death. He glanced blankly at the gradually collapsing world in front of him, this world of flames that was heading toward death, his blank pupils trembling, covering his eyes. Looking at his face, he finally cried out in despair.

"..."

In front of the burning world in front of him, as the firelight flickered, his thin back lay on the ground, his body trembling, helpless and crying like a child.

…

Beside the Fountain of Wisdom, Mimir, the wise giant with white hair and beard, was quietly writing something on the ancient parchment with the quill in his hand. Even though the world was about to be destroyed, there was no emotion on his face, only calmness.

No one can understand the actions of this wise giant. Only he knows what he is doing.

And while he was writing, a calm voice sounded.

"Mimir."

The tip of the pen stopped and he raised his head. A thin figure stood in front of Mimir. Looking at the figure in front of him, the wise giant lowered his head slightly without any surprise to show his respect for the new god king. Respect, he said slowly.

"Your Majesty the God King...you have betrayed Odin's trust."

In front of him, the calm-faced God King looked at the old giant opposite him and murmured.

"Mimir, tell me, what is fate?"