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The raucous feast eased the warriors' earlier pain, and faint smiles appeared on their faces.
Vostagg enjoyed the fine wine, Vandal danced gracefully, while Hogan preferred his solitude. Sif, true to her title as the Valkyrie, accepted toasts from others without refusal, though her gaze always lingered on the seemingly dazed Thor.
The splendor before him felt unrelated to his own existence. Thoughts of the woman waiting for him on Midgard stirred a hint of melancholy in Thor's heart. He stepped out of the banquet hall and onto the balcony, gazing at the night sky of Asgard, unable to resist the urge to search for that familiar orb among the stars.
"If you wish to go to Earth, it seems no one could stop you," a voice said.
Thor turned to see Shasha holding a glass of wine, smiling at him.
Turning back, he returned his gaze to where he had been looking before and sighed softly. "As the heir, I can no longer leave as I once did. I envy Loki; at least he doesn't have to bear these burdens."
"What you see as burdens are treasures in his eyes; otherwise, he wouldn't have acted as he did. If you had realized this earlier, perhaps things wouldn't have turned out this way between you two."
As Shasha spoke, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Who is truly the villain? Loki may appear wicked, but he has aspirations that others do not recognize. In his desperation for validation, he resorted to extreme measures that ultimately led to his downfall.
If Loki were merely Laufey's son, Shasha could consider him insecure and eager to prove his worth. But in this world, Loki is indeed Odin and Frigga's youngest son.
Thus, neither Odin nor Thor's pain bore any discounts.
"You are right; I never considered these matters back then. I only knew how to swing my hammer—swing it again and again—at most, I was just a brute," Thor admitted with self-deprecation. He then looked at Shasha with earnestness. "If you return, please send her a message for me and take good care of her."
Shasha raised an eyebrow at his request but nodded in agreement.
Seeing this, Thor expressed genuine gratitude. "Thank you; I don't have many friends, and now you count as one."
It seemed Thor truly cared for Jane Foster; this level of concern went beyond mere affection.
The two conversed on the balcony while a lonely figure lingered just outside the side door leading into the balcony.
The flow of time in Asgard is more than ten times that of Earth, and besides their long lifespans, this is one reason why. Fortunately, there are still cycles of day and night, so it doesn't become too confusing.
When Shasha woke up, he found himself in the Inner Hall, having encountered no guards along the way. After all, he was now considered a guest and a hero of Asgard. He hadn't forgotten that Odin had allowed him to choose treasures.
"Oh, you're here. It seems you can't wait," Odin said with a faint smile, though there was a hint of teasing in his tone.
Shasha shrugged at the remark. "Why refuse something that's being offered? I'm quite curious to see what's inside."
Odin slowly rose from his seat, tapping his staff lightly, and the great door behind the throne opened. He walked ahead, and Shasha followed him.
"It feels a bit strange that something is missing here."
Odin's seemingly profound statement midway made Shasha's heart skip a beat. He knew what was missing—the guard of the Treasury was the bag of metallic powder now lying in his space.
"Don't worry; since it's already in your hands, it belongs to you," Odin waved his hand dismissively, alleviating Shasha's awkwardness. Although he felt pained by the loss of the Destroyer, as a king, it wasn't appropriate to take it back.
Shasha sighed in relief but still felt uneasy, sensing that this All-Father might have something up his sleeve.
Sure enough, Odin continued, "Since you've taken the Destroyer, you no longer have the right to choose from the Treasury."
Before Shasha could respond, Odin tapped his staff again, and the Treasury instantly closed.
When Shasha regained his senses, he was back in the Inner Hall, looking at Odin who sat there with a playful smile. He couldn't help but frown slightly. "Isn't this a bit underhanded? I thought you were the All-Father."
Anyone would feel annoyed by such treatment; it was as if he had worked hard for nothing and ended up with nothing to show for it. Why should he bother meddling in Asgard's affairs?
"I came out to fulfill my promise. The Destroyer was originally the guardian of the Treasury; no matter what it has become, it still belongs to the Treasury. Now that it is in your possession, it naturally counts as your choice." Noticing Shasha's increasingly displeased expression, Odin suddenly shifted his tone. "However, I realize this may seem unfair to you, so I can help you forge something from what the Destroyer left behind."
Shasha's interest was piqued at those words. "You can forge anything?"
Odin nodded, "Anything is possible."
"I want to create a set of armor that can autonomously remember and stretch, able to change shape according to my body."
Is this an unrealistic idea? Not at all.
Just think about transforming into Liquid Snake while wearing such armor, and then shifting into a giant form with the same armor. Both defense and destructive power would be elevated to a whole new level—why not?
Upon hearing Shasha's request, Odin, although unaware of her intentions, still nodded in agreement. "Sure."
Shasha then waved her hand, producing a bag filled with the powder of the Destroyer metal.
Looking at the Destroyer reduced to a pile of iron dust, Odin cast a deep glance at Shasha.
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