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"I'll go and fight Thor," Abraham said, standing up calmly.
Earoq raised his hand. "I'll fight too. I learned a few new spells, so I can handle the Valkyrie army."
"I will help you, Uncle," Lot added with a firm nod.
But before they could walk out, Abraham looked at his wives—Hagar and Sahra.
Before he could speak, both women stepped forward.
"Abraham," Hagar said, worried. "Earoq said he only has a few spells. Aren't you going to help him too? He just became a prophet. And he's still a child."
Sahra nodded. "Yes… he's strong, but he's still a kid."
Lot chuckled. "Aunts…" he said, calling them both that, which embarrassed them even more. "The spells Earoq has learned can already destroy a whole world if he wants."
Earoq nodded proudly. Abraham nodded too.
"Still," Abraham said gently, "you two need to hide."
Lot stepped forward. "Aunts, I'll create a domain around you—another space. You'll be safe there. You'll also be able to see everything happening outside. So don't worry."
Hagar and Sahra nodded.
A glowing tube of light appeared in front of them.
They stepped inside—and vanished instantly.
Now only Abraham, Lot, Earoq… and Odin remained in the room.
Odin was hyperventilating, shaking uncontrollably. He knew Asgard was about to be destroyed, and he could do nothing against two adult prophets and a child prophet.
Abraham looked at Earoq.
Earoq nodded and vanished into golden particles.
Then Abraham looked at Lot. Lot understood immediately. A soft light shone from his hand and covered Odin's entire body.
In an instant—
Odin became invisible.
Not even his own sons or the Asgardian army would be able to see him. Only the prophets could.
"Let's go," Abraham said.
Lot nodded, clapped his hands together, and followed him.
They walked out of the inn.
Thunder rumbled. A loud voice shook the sky.
"I, THOR ODINSON! IN THE NAME OF THE ALL-FATHER—
I WILL DESTROY YOU!
MJÖLNIR!!!"
As they stepped outside, Thor's hammer flew toward Abraham like a lightning bullet.
Abraham raised his hand…
…and caught the hammer with one hand.
The impact shook the ground.
The air cracked.
The earth trembled like an earthquake.
Smoke covered everything.
When it cleared, the entire Asgardian army, Thor, and Loki all gasped.
Abraham was standing there, completely fine, holding Mjölnir like it weighed nothing.
The hammer pushed, roared, crackled with lightning—but it could not move his hand even a little.
Thor's eyes shook. Loki's jaw dropped.
Abraham looked at the hammer calmly and said to Lot, "This hammer… it doesn't belong to this universal layer. It's from the Lightbringer One Omniversal Layer. How did it end up here?"
Lot stepped closer, placing his hand over Mjölnir.
He used his domain to read its past.
Images flashed through his mind.
"Uncle," Lot said, "it got lost because of the interference of a villain from that omniversal layer… The Maker. He's causing recursion."
"Should we return it?" Abraham asked.
"No need," Lot said. "That omniversal layer… its fate is already decided. It will either be destroyed, or saved, depending on the people stopping the incursion."
Abraham nodded.
At that moment, Thor shouted again:
"GIVE ME MY HAMMER BACK!
MJÖLNIR!! COME!!
I, THOR ODINSON, LORD OF THE SKY—COMMAND YOU!"
Mjölnir tried to fly back to Thor, shaking violently in Abraham's hand.
It didn't move.
Abraham squeezed—
BOOM!
Mjölnir shattered into pieces.
Lightning exploded everywhere.
Shockwaves blew the Asgardian army backwards.
Thousands of soldiers were thrown meters away.
Thor froze in horror.
This was the hammer only he could lift.
People said it weighed billions of tons.
It was unbreakable—even Odin, with all his power, couldn't scratch it.
But Abraham crushed it like cheap metal.
Before Thor could speak, a figure appeared in front of him instantly.
Abraham.
He clenched his fist and punched Thor straight in the stomach.
BOOOOOM!!!
Thor flew thousands of meters away, bouncing off mountains.
The shockwave killed half the Asgardian army instantly.
Out of 50,000 warriors…
25,000 died in the impact of the punch and the hammer breaking.
Lot used his mind link.
"Uncle, I'll handle the other brother. Loki is trying to cast an illusion."
"Okay," Abraham replied.
Meanwhile, Odin watched everything.
His face turned pale.
His hands trembled.
He was horrified.
He remembered testing the hammer with his own spear Gungnir. Even combining his full power with Thor's, the hammer did not scratch.
But these prophets broke it like glass.
His elite 25,000 Asgardian soldiers were gone in seconds.
He tried to rush forward, but he realized—
no one could see him.
Not Thor.
Not Loki.
Not a single Valkyrie.
He even tried using the wisdom-eye he gained from Mimir's well.
Nothing worked.
"What did they do to me…?" Odin whispered, terrified. "My foolishness… and my sons' foolishness… I have doomed Asgard."
He looked toward the sky, trembling.
"Why is Frigga not here?" he whispered. "She is the wisest. A master of magic. Raised by witches. She should be here…"
Then he paused.
"…No. She must be protecting Asgard. Balder was just born… she is controlling the realm."
Odin lowered his head.
"I have failed…"
As Thor crawled out of the giant crater. Blood dripped from his mouth. A deep dent—almost like a bowl—was carved into his stomach.
The pain was unreal.
Thor had never felt pain like this.
Not from giants, not from monsters, not from other pantheons.
Not even from his father ALL-Father Odin.As he Thor always got excited during fights.
Even when he was losing, he knew he would win in the end. That confidence always burned inside him.
But this time?
He felt fear.
For the first time in his life, he didn't know how this fight would end.
His entire ribcage was crushed.
His divine lightning inside his body was flickering like a broken lamp.
He tried to summon lightning—but nothing came.
He finally realized something important.
"I'm the god of lightning… not the god of a hammer," Thor thought bitterly. "I was stupid. I relied too much on Mjölnir…"
He coughed more blood.
"No wonder Father lost so easily," he whispered.
His vision blurred.
He looked at the man standing over him.
"You… warrior of Midgard… who are you?" Thor asked.
Abraham stepped forward calmly.
"I am Abraham, the Prophet of the Most High."
Thor froze.
His entire body turned cold.
He knew Asgard was finished.
When Thor was a child, he had attended pantheon meetings. He had heard about the Most High—the being who flooded the entire Midgard. When he awakened his own divinity, he realized the truth: Even child prophets could destroy pantheons.
Now it all made sense.
"No wonder Father got defeated…" Thor thought. "We never stood a chance."
And for once… Thor used his brain instead of muscles.
He understood something very clearly:
If the Most High could drown the whole world, then Asgard could be wiped out in seconds.
For the first time in his life, Thor chose:
Not pride.
Not battle.
Not glory.
But survival.
He needed to save his people, not his ego.
He inherited some wisdom from Odin, after all.
Loki vs LOT
Lot was deadpanning as he looked at a man wearing a long coat, horned crown, and a 50-meter wolf beside him, laughing loudly.
Of course—it was Loki.
Lot could feel the illusions twisting all around him.
Loki's magic was impressive. If Loki had trained in real offensive and defensive magic—fire, telekinesis, barriers—he could've been one of the strongest in Asgard.
But no.
This idiot only used illusions to mess with people.
Lot sighed.
"Invisible Domain," he muttered.
In one second, without Loki noticing, a 10-kilometer invisible domain spread around them. Anything inside it was under Lot's full control.
Loki kept laughing.
"Bow before me, mortal! I am the God of Lies! Fenrier, my child—eat him alive!"
The giant wolf charged at Lot like a mountain running.
Lot didn't move.
Fenrier suddenly froze mid-air.
Then—
Turned to stone.
Loki's laughter stopped instantly.
"H-H-How!? That wolf is prophesied to kill the All-Father!"
Lot walked toward him, bored.
"Enough games, Loki."
He snapped his fingers.
The entire illusion shattered like broken glass—dark veins fading, fake sky cracking, and sunlight returning.
The real Loki was standing there, exposed.
Since everything around them was under Lot's domain, the trees and roots rose and tied Loki's arms and legs.
Loki tried to shout:
"I am the prince of Asgard! Release me or—"
His mouth vanished.As He panicked, muffled, wide-eyed.
Lot stood in front of him.
"Let me introduce myself," Lot said calmly.
"I'm the nephew of Abraham. And like him, I am a Prophet of the Most High."
Loki's eyes widened in pure terror.
He couldn't speak, but he realized everything instantly.
He messed up.
He messed up badly.
All of Asgard messed up.
He knew it.
Earoq vs Valkyries
Earoq looked at the Valkyrie army—Brynhildr, Hild, and others.
They had huge mana reserves… But their actual magical skill?
Earoq sighed deeply.
Valkyries hated magic and use minimal of it like summoning and throwing elements....
They believed magic was "weak" and elemental and only physical power mattered.
Earoq facepalmed.
"These people are so stupid…" he muttered.
He knew the truth.
Magic—real magic—was stronger than anything physical.
Even devils in Hell had the ability to turn wishes into reality with magic.
They just never trained properly.
They never understood true potential.
Compared to magikules from Tensura, magic here was at level 1.
Still, it had potential.
Earoq looked at the flying female warriors riding winged horses.
"I'm a kid," he muttered. "But even I know these people are way weaker than they think."
He cracked his knuckles.
Time for battle.
As Brunhilde flew forward on her winged horse with her sisters, Skogul and the others, she pointed her spear at Irak and shouted,
"Surrender ! Mortal child, tell me where the All-Father is! Do that, and maybe you will live another day!"
What she didn't know was that the All-Father was right in front of her — Odin was there, invisible. He had arrived after seeing the destruction happening where Abraham and Thor were fighting. He rushed here praying some miracle might stop the battle.
But the moment he heard Brunhilde speak, Odin felt something he never felt before — a brain-freeze level panic. Because he knew the boy standing there was the Prophet's child. And if the Prophet's child wanted, he could end Odin in one breath.
In that moment, Odin remembered his responsibility — the duty given to him by his creator, Ymir. Ymir died to create a new dimension for them, and Odin realized his own foolishness had put all of Asgard in danger.
Meanwhile, Earoq sighed and said calmly,
"I won't run, and I won't surrender… to you."
Hearing this, Brynhilde gritted her teeth. She didn't want to kill a child, but she had no choice. Her loyalty was to Asgard. No matter what, she had to protect it — even if it meant killing a boy.
She raised her spear. A magic circle formed in the air, lightning flashed, and shot straight at Irak.
Right before it hit him, Irak whispered:
"Full Counter."
The lightning attack reversed instantly — three times stronger — and slammed into Brunhilde herself.
"AHHH!" she screamed as she fell off her flying horse.
Seeing this, the Valkyries yelled in rage and threw their spears at Earoq. Their spears glowed with newly-developed rune magic.
Earoq lifted his hand. Light formed in his palm and shaped into a glowing staff.
He closed his eyes. Everything slowed down. He felt every movement around him.
He didn't have his ultimate skills yet, but even in this "base form," he was strong enough to destroy a world. He wasn't born normally. He was made — like Adam — directly by the Most High.
Calmly, Earoq dodged each spear.
Then he tapped the ground with his staff — and in the next second he threw it with perfect precision.
The staff pierced straight through Brunhilde's chest before she could even move.
Her eyes dimmed. She fell to the ground lifeless.
All the Valkyries screamed in shock. Their elder sister… dead.