Once upon a time, there was a child who was far more intelligent than all other of his kind, and he was always silent and alone, because in his eyes those of his kind were stupid and unimaginable, and he could not develop any sense of identity.

In his eyes, the whole world was like an old toy that had been completely seen through the structure, and he could not arouse any interest except endless wars and wars.

"Boring...... Bland...... Monotonous ......"

A deep sense of disgust and self-loathing filled his heart, he hated the world, he hated himself, he hated himself, he hated this inner hollow self, this self who was not interested in anything made him feel deep disgust, even hatred.

He thought that maybe he could only do this, but he knew that one day......

"What's your name!"

When he was lying on the ground, there was an old tree above his head, and the boy who didn't care about anything was lying on the ground and sleeping quietly, when suddenly something hit him on the head, and he opened his eyes blankly to follow the sound, but saw that on the branch of the big tree above his head, there was a little boy who looked about the same size as himself, and his eyes were looking at him curiously.

His body was not filled with an icy and indifferent divine aura like those gods, but it was not as savage and rough as the other frost giants, but it was filled with a kind of ...... A very unique vigor that looks very different from this lifeless chaotic world.

“...... Loki. ”

Looking at the half-god, half-giant half-blood boy in front of him, after being silent for a long time, he responded simply.

"Loki, you're interesting!"

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

A flash of astonishment flashed in his erect pupils.

"I ...... Interesting?"

"yes, you're completely different from the other frost giants! they only fight, but you're calm, so you're funny. ”

The boy jumped off the branch and stood in front of the clever child, who had incomparably clear eyes, and said in a loud voice.

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

The clever child groaned, then asked rhetorically.

"Me?"

The little boy in front of him tilted his head at first, then grinned, showing his white teeth, and smiled heartily.

"My name is Odin! Loki, maybe our meeting here is a fateful choice!"

"Fate?"

Looking at the little boy who called himself Odin in front of him with interest, the corners of Loki's lazy mouth were slightly hooked.

"Rocky, come with me and create a fun world!"

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

"So...... Why would I want to do such an inexplicable thing with you?"

"That's why I said, that's the world!! a world that is far more interesting than this lifeless and dreary world!!"

Loki, who was lying on the ground, looked up at the figure in front of him, narrowing his eyes slightly, but in the hazy light, he could only see a figure that seemed to be shrouded in light, as dazzling as the bright smile on his face.

"Interesting...... The world?"

As if touched in his heart, the boy muttered.

"Yes, a world that is never boring, never boring, infinitely exciting!"

Looking at the boy lying on the ground beside him, Odin, who was full of fiery passion, looked at the stranger in front of him who was just a stranger, but he did not hesitate to stretch out his hand.

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

......

Fire, endless flames are burning.

The majestic tree, which had lost its support, was slowly leaning, and its size was so large that it would take thousands of years or ten thousand years for such a simple fall, but no matter how slow it was, the day would come one day, and no one could stop it.

The few remaining stars fell from the shattered sky dome to the burning earth, the sea full of poisonous gas was filled with floating corpses that stretched for thousands of miles, and the sky dome, full of large and small loopholes, could no longer protect this universe, and endless extraterrestrial chaos leaked in from the broken loopholes to hasten the death of this world.

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

Everywhere there was blood, corpses and flames, the beautiful, the ugly, the good, the evil, the terrible, the kind...... All of them died in that final battle.

And above this ruin and its burning fire, there is still a vague figure that seems to be tired and struggling to move forward.

Beside this figure, the ground covered with flames was littered with different corpses, some mutilated, some with hideous faces, but no matter what they were in life, whether they were gods or giants, all of them fell in this battlefield eroded by flames.

The exhausted and emaciated figure walked through the battlefield strewn with corpses, his eyes dazed with a deep dazedness, and he would even trip and fall over the corpses and bones, but in the deepest part of his pupils, it was as if an invisible will was always supporting him.

His emaciated body had already been scarred from the battle, but he always gritted his teeth and walked down step by step, and when he fell, it was just to get up again.

There was one thing he had to figure out.

For this matter, even if he pays a big price, even if he destroys this world that he and Odin have shaped little by little, he will not hesitate to do it.

Odin's quest is to perpetuate the world he has created, but what he pursues is a truly free and wonderful world...... Rather than being ignorant and ignorant in this cage compiled by fate called "the world".

When this beautiful world created by him becomes his cage, he would rather smash this beautiful but hypocritical world with his own hands.

However......

"Poof......

At his feet, a soft sound came, and the tired figure instinctively glanced at his feet, and then, the blank but empty pupils froze......

At his feet was a corpse, the blood gushing out of the corpse covered with wounds stained the ground beneath him, and looking at this corpse, the shriveled and cracked lips of the owner of the dazed pupils trembled silently.

He opened his mouth to call out the name of the corpse, but like a catfish stranded on the shore, his lips opened and closed, but he couldn't call out the simple name anyway.

"Ah......h

Tried to reach out his hand, but his arm inexplicably refused to obey, as if in fear, only the voice of unknown meaning coming from his hoarse throat.

"Hela. ”

At his feet was the corpse of his youngest daughter, Hela, who was the master of the world of the dead, who had also died in this ultimate decisive battle, and had completely returned to the earth.

Of the three siblings, Hela was the only one who could feel the loneliness and loneliness in her father's heart, and she could feel the deep wisdom of her father, a wisdom far beyond the imagination of all life.

For this reason, she who dominates the world of the dead does not have to participate in the ultimate decisive battle between the living, the Heim Underworld is originally in the pale earth where the World Tree is rooted, and it has existed since the ancient Chaos World, even if the World Tree is completely tilted and the universe is destroyed, it will not affect the existence of the Heim Underworld.

The god-king, who rules over all the living, is the same as the Hades, who rules over all the dead.

However, for the sake of his father's desire, the immortal Hades led an army of the undead to join the final battle, and now ...... She's dead.

And looking at the corpse of his little daughter, Loki's lips trembled.

Finally, as if he was exhausted, he knelt weakly in front of this world of death, he glanced blankly at the world in front of him that was gradually collapsing, this world of flames that was heading towards death, his dazed pupils trembled, covering his face, and finally wailed in despair.

“......”

In front of the burning world in front of him, in the flickering light of the fire, the thin back was prostrate on the ground, and the body trembled, as helpless and crying as a child.

......

By the fountain of wisdom, the white-haired giant Mimir was quietly writing something on the ancient parchment with the quill pen in his hand, and even though the world was about to be destroyed, his face was not moved, only calm.

No one can understand the actions of this giant of wisdom, only he knows what he is doing.

And just as he was writing, a calm voice sounded.

"Mimir. ”

The tip of the pen stopped, and he raised his head, and in front of Mimir stood a thin figure, and looking at the figure in front of him, the wise giant bowed his head slightly without any surprise, as a sign of his respect for the new god king, and said slowly.

"His Majesty the God King......

In front of him, the God King, with a calm face, looked at the aged giant opposite him and muttered.

"Tell me, Mimir, what is fate?"