Raizel Odinson opened his eyes once more, the weight of his newfound godhood settling over him. The golden halls of Asgard stretched out before him, but something was different. His senses were heightened—sharper, stronger. The gods, his family, no longer seemed like mere mortals.
He could hear the whispers of the Chaos Dragon God within his mind, ancient and powerful, filling him with an overwhelming desire to conquer, to reshape the universe. Raizel clenched his fists, his body surging with untapped energy.
"Raizel, are you awake?" A familiar voice echoed through the chambers.
He turned to see his brother, Thor, the mighty god of thunder, standing at the door, his hammer, Mjolnir, in hand. Raizel smiled faintly, though a tinge of annoyance flickered in his chest.
"Just adjusting to my... new life," Raizel said, rising from the bed.
Thor's eyes narrowed. "You've always been different, even as a child. But this power—this is something else."
Raizel smirked, his golden eyes gleaming. "I feel it, Thor. A power beyond even Asgard."
As the brothers stood there, their conversation was interrupted by another voice, one that Raizel had come to fear and respect in equal measure.
"Loki." The word left his mouth as if it were a curse.
The God of Mischief appeared from the shadows, his emerald eyes gleaming with mischief as usual. But there was something different about him today—a hint of unease in his expression.
"Ah, my dear younger brother," Loki said with his usual sardonic smile. "It seems our little Raizel has finally woken up to his destiny. Power beyond Asgardian comprehension."
Raizel felt the power inside him surge at Loki's words. The Chaos Dragon God's voice called to him, urging him to embrace the bloodline, to dominate, to conquer. His desire for supremacy only grew stronger.
"Loki," Raizel said coolly, his eyes now burning with the chaos within. "I have no interest in your games. I am Raizel Odinson, and I will claim what is mine."
The room seemed to grow heavier, the air crackling with the energy emanating from Raizel. Thor stepped forward, his hand resting on Mjolnir, sensing the storm brewing within his brother.
"Raizel," Thor warned, his tone serious. "The bloodline you carry... it's not something to take lightly."
Loki chuckled, his voice dripping with amusement. "Let him be, Thor. After all, every god must find their own path. But remember, Raizel, the road to power is filled with both allies and enemies. You may find yourself drawn into a battle far greater than any of us can imagine."
Raizel's gaze turned to Loki. "I'll conquer whatever challenges come my way."
Suddenly, a voice echoed in Raizel's mind.
[Ding! New Objective: The First Conquest has been unlocked.]
[Objective: Make the first conquest by claiming the allegiance of a powerful woman.]
[Reward: Unlock new abilities and gain the loyalty of your first harem member.]
Raizel's smirk deepened. "It's time to start my conquest."