On the noble throne, Odin, the God King, sensed a power both familiar and strange. This power did not originate from objects themselves, nor did it rely on external things.
This power came from nature, born of rules yet mastering them—it was the power of divine authority, the divine right to wield thunder, belonging to Odin.
Throughout the Nine Realms, and even the entire universe, those who could control such mighty power were few. This power was the symbol of the god of gods.
In the past, Zeus existed in the Nine Realms, an indigenous deity from Midgard who could wield thunder. But now, in the Nine Realms, only Odin could control lightning.
Of course, if his hammer-wielding son Thor counted, you could add half a person to that list.
However, now in Midgard, Odin once again sensed the familiar fluctuation of divine power, a vibration from the same source as his own. He had to investigate!
Odin gripped Gungnir his everlasting weapon and also his noble scepter.
Odin swung his hand forcefully, the spear shaft touching the palace floor. Instantly, thunder surged, and the entire world trembled.
"Heimdall, send me to Midgard" Odin commanded into the void.
"Yes, Your Majesty" a deep voice responded in the void.
A beam of rainbow light surged from the bridge at the edge of the royal city into the sky, then fell from the sky into the palace, penetrating through layers of palace wards, enveloping Odin.
As the light dissipated, Odin figure disappeared within it.
In the dark universe, a rainbow beam carrying a human silhouette broke through the constraints of space, rapidly traversing the cosmos. Space and time seemed insignificant at this moment.
Before a young star system, near an immature planet, that beam of light halted its unstoppable journey.
As the light faded, Odin appeared, standing silently in space, gazing at the blue planet before him.
Odin, holding his spear, lightly tapped forward with its tip, like a dragonfly skimming water.
Instantly, a golden membrane appeared before Odin's eyes, and where the spear tip pointed, ripples spread outward.
That membrane, seemingly fragile and vulnerable, was actually unbreakable. Even Odin couldn't forcefully enter Midgard without paying a price.
If Midgard atmosphere was a door, this membrane was a lock. Someone had locked Midgard... It seemed Midgard intended to close its doors to visitors.
"An exquisite design, impenetrable and with some elasticity. It seems she truly loves this world," Odin mused to himself, the image of the culprit instantly flashing in his mind.
Finally, Odin chose to give up. Shaking his head, he left Midgard and returned to his realm.
But Odin departure didn't mean he was helpless in this situation. The reason he didn't enter Midgard might simply be that he didn't want to.
Because if this membrane was likened to a lock, then the power of the Rainbow Bridge would be a master key. Odin could easily use the Rainbow Bridge power to open this lock and enter Midgard.
But Odin chose not to do so, perhaps because it would be impolite to intrude without the owner permission, or perhaps because... Odin was old, and old people can only live more peacefully by minding their own business.
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And Odin was far from the only one attracted by the power emanating from Raiden. In Asgard, in Midgard, and even in Helheim... people had noticed this power.
In Asgard, Loki was accompanying his foolish brother as they prepared for the attack on Jotunheim.
Although Thor mind was a bit stubborn, he wasn't stupid. He knew that attacking Jotunheim was no small matter, so he had to make thorough preparations.
After about a month of preparation, Thor felt he was completely ready!
They now had excellent equipment, ample provisions, and a secret route to Jotunheim.
Well, the only flaw might be that they were a bit short on manpower.
This idiot only had six people! It seemed that Asgard's future king, the arrogant Thor, God of Thunder, was fully prepared to lead his small team to their doom...
And just as Thor was giving his impassioned pre-battle speech, his hammer suddenly glowed for a moment.
Thor picked up his hammer in confusion and tossed it a few times. What had just happened? Well, this god of thunder didn't really understand his own hammer.
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Meanwhile on Midgard, on Earth, those native gods eking out a living, those demigods hidden among humans, those isolated remnant races, and of course, those self-secluded sorcerers... all of them discovered this anomaly from the Middle East, this noble power.
Deep in the Himalayas, in the palace of Kamar-Taj, the Ancient One gazed westward. This power was very close to her, strange yet familiar. As the Sorcerer Supreme, she naturally should go investigate.
But she couldn't get away at the moment. Darkness was lurking all around, constantly seeking to invade Earth. She had to remain at Kamar-Taj.
And in the deep sea, among the remnant races, those with ill intentions felt their ambitions slightly suppressed at this moment.
The noble and sacred power reminded them of memories long buried. This world wasn't just for humans... they should wait a bit longer.
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In Germany, an old man drinking coffee suddenly sensed something, his eyes revealing a look of pleasant surprise.
Yes, it was this feeling. Was it him? It must be him.
The old man disappeared from the bustling street, but the people around him, even those face to face with him, didn't notice anything unusual.
Perhaps besides the waiter, no one would know that someone had been sitting here before?
"Shit! Someone ran off without leaving a tip!"
And in New York, a woman who had the same feeling as this old man flew off from a rooftop. They both had only one destination: the Middle East.
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And in another space, a space full of darkness, a space left with only deathly silence, a woman opened her eyes.
Her eyes were so profound, darker than darkness itself, emitting dark light in the darkness.
She gazed contemplatively at the sky, into the deeper darkness, and into the world beyond the darkness.
Then she let out a soft chuckle, but the sound was quickly swallowed by the heavy silence. She toyed with the dagger in her hand, closed her eyes, and immersed herself in memories of the past.
Meanwhile, our instigator, Raiden Akatosh, was sitting on a plane flying back to New York, chatting idly with Tony and Yinsen.
Amidst their cheerful laughter, what they didn't know was that in America, in this world that had been quiet for many years, a storm was about to hit.
An interesting and spectacular epic was gradually beginning to unfold.
But would they... become the protagonists?
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