Chapter 131 Arthas: Did I enter the wrong door?
Hera keenly caught onto this; she leaned in close to Hestia's ear, her breath fragrant like orchids.
"Do you want to try it?"
"Want to try that feeling of your soul ascending to heaven?"
"Want to try... the taste of being conquered by a true God King?"
"If you want to try, I'll talk to Diana."
"She is the main wife now and is in charge of these matters."
"Besides, she seemed to be worrying about Arthas's excess energy just now."
"If I suggest arranging for you to attend to him tonight, I think she would be very happy."
The goddesses of Olympus looked at each other, silent for a few seconds.
Then, someone nodded first, and immediately after, everyone started nodding like chickens pecking at rice.
"Please, Sister Hera!"
"We also want to... share the worries of His Highness Arthas!"
"Right, we are also a part of Olympus; how can we let you bear this 'hardship' alone?"
"I also want to try... if he's really that powerful."
Then, the originally serious interrogation scene instantly turned into a large-scale late-night boudoir gossip session.
Everyone surrounded Hera's trio and began to heatedly discuss just how powerful Arthas was in bed, what positions he liked, and what fetishes he had.
The conversation made every goddess who had never been in a relationship blush and feel weak in the knees, yet their eyes grew brighter and brighter, wishing for night to fall immediately.
Meanwhile, Arthas was completely unaware of this.
He had spent the whole day sweating at the Training Ground, being forced by Odin to practice his spear technique for half the day, and then being dragged by Frigga to study Runes theory for the other half.
He was as exhausted as a dead dog.
Although his Divine Power was abundant, his mental fatigue was very real.
It wasn't until night fell and the lights came on that he dragged his heavy steps back to Diana's Private Chambers.
He thought to himself that he must hold his wife and have a good night's sleep tonight.
Do nothing, just pure sleep.
Seeking comfort, seeking hugs.
"Wife..."
"I'm back..."
He pushed open the door to the Private Chambers, unbuttoning his collar while calling out weakly.
However, when he saw the scene inside the room clearly.
He instantly froze in place, his hand unbuttoning the shirt stopping mid-air.
The originally familiar large bed was now occupied by a flock of beautiful women.
Hestia was wearing a warm-colored gauze nightgown, seemingly commando underneath, kneeling at the head of the bed, looking at him shyly.
Demeter wore a green silk robe, her plump figure faintly visible under the silk wrapping, holding a bunch of wheat stalks symbolizing harvest in her hand, her eyes so gentle they could drip water.
Besides those two Main Gods, there were several other goddesses of Olympus.
Each one was wearing extremely... well, figure-hugging glossy Stockings and sexy nightgowns.
Their faces were red like ripe apples, staring at him with a "come eat me" look in their eyes.
And by the bedside, two figures were kneeling.
Amora and Lorelei.
These two villains who were supposed to be in the dungeon.
Right now, they were wearing those revealing Maid outfits, kneeling on the ground with their heads bowed, looking obedient and submissive, as if waiting to be plucked.
Arthas rubbed his eyes.
He felt that he might be too tired and was hallucinating, or perhaps he had entered the wrong door? Had he walked into some succubus's den?
He smiled awkwardly and took a step back.
"Um..."
"Sorry."
"I might have gone to the wrong place."
"You guys continue... continue your meeting."
Saying that, he was about to turn around and close the door.
"Oh, Little Wen."
"Where are you running off to?"
Diana popped out from nowhere.
She grabbed Arthas's arm, and with a slight force, she made it impossible for him to retreat even half a step, a smile that was both gentle and a bit mischievous hanging on her stunning face.
"You didn't go to the wrong place."
"This is your room."
"And also your... heaven."
She pointed to the group of goddesses on the bed who were looking over expectantly.
"You've already 'eaten' Hera and the other two."
"As a family, you can't favor one over the other; you can't just ignore them."
"Look at Sister Hestia; her face is all red from waiting for you."
"Go on, they are all yours tonight."
Arthas looked at Diana, somewhat between laughter and tears.
"Wife..."
"Are you trying to drain me dry?"
"Fine, Hestia and the others... I can understand."
"It was bound to happen sooner or later anyway."
"And I did indeed give a promise."
His gaze turned to the two kneeling on the floor, his brow furrowing slightly.
"But what about Amora and Lorelei?"
"Why are they here?"
"Didn't I capture them and put them in prison?"
"Besides, they are Wanted criminals who once tried to control me."
"Is it safe to put them here?"
Amora and Lorelei trembled slightly when they heard Arthas mention them.
But they didn't look up; instead, they buried their heads even lower, even intentionally lowering their bodies further, revealing the beautiful curves of their backs and their perky buttocks.
A posture of "I am guilty, please punish me as you wish."
Diana glanced at them, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes, but more so a confidence of being in total control.
"Oh, isn't it because you're too powerful?"
"You wore out Hera and the others like that last night."
"Tonight, these sisters... although there are quite a few of them, I'm afraid they lack experience for their first time and won't be able to withstand your abnormal firepower."
"If they all can't get out of bed tomorrow morning, where would Olympus's face go?"
She patted Arthas's pectoral muscles.
"So I thought about it."
"Recycling waste, basically."
"Although these two women are devious, their physical fitness is quite good."
"And they already had those kinds of feelings for you anyway."
"Take them as toys to play with."
"Or as... well, a buffer."
"If you feel Hestia and the others are tired, or if you want to play something exciting or rough."
"Just vent your anger on them."
"No need for mercy."
"They're quite willing anyway."
Amora finally plucked up the courage to look up, her eyes seductive as she glanced at Arthas, speaking in a voice so sweet it made one shiver.
"Yes, Your Highness."
"We... are willing to do anything for you."
"Whether it's being a toy or... whatever."
"As long as it makes Your Highness happy."
"Please... please use us to your heart's content."
Lorelei also nodded in agreement beside her; although her face was as red as a tomato, her eyes were full of expectation.
Arthas looked at this room full of "surprises."
What else could he say?
He could only say... it was truly wonderful.
Whether it was the pure and shy Hestia, the plump and mature Demeter, or those two enchantresses who, though deep-scheming, indeed had hot bodies.
Every single one was a stunner enough to make the men of the Nine Realms go crazy.
Now they were all in this room, at his beck and call.
This was probably the treatment of a God King.
"Alright then."
He took a deep breath and began to unbutton the rest of his shirt.
"Since my wife has arranged everything."
"Then I shall... respectfully obey."
Diana looked at Arthas quickly getting into the mood and shook her head with a smile.
Sure enough, men are all fickle men; saying no with their mouths, but their bodies are very honest.
She stepped forward, stood on her tiptoes, and gave Arthas a light peck on the lips.
"Enjoy yourself slowly, my King."
"I won't join in tonight."
"I'll go squeeze in with Sister Hera."
"This room... is left for you all."
Having said that, she pressed her hands against Arthas's chest and gave a sudden push.
Staggered by this sudden push, Arthas stumbled backward and fell directly into that room filled with fragrance, Stockings, and goddesses.
With a "bang."
The door behind him was heartlessly closed by Diana.
He could even hear the sound of the door being locked from the outside; although it was meaningless to Arthas, the sense of ritual was fully there.
Arthas looked up and saw countless legs, countless eyes, and those two Enchantresses crawling toward him.
"Your Highness..."
"Let us help you undress..."
This night.
Was destined to be another sleepless night.
Even more crazy than last night.
Chapter 132: The Duty Roster
Time in Asgard seemed to become thick and slow amidst Arthas's absurd yet fulfilling daily routine.
Ever since the day the Olympian Goddesses collectively "naturalized," Arthas's life had completely fallen into a sweet cycle that made all male creatures in the Nine Realms jealous to the point of plasmolysis.
That originally quiet and spacious prince's Private Chambers had now become the liveliest and most mysterious place in all of Asgard.
Every morning, when the first rays of golden sunlight spilled onto the glazed tiles of the Golden Palace, Arthascould always be seen stepping out of a room, looking refreshed.
Sometimes it was from the main wife Diana's room, carrying an air of righteousness and the faint scent of Amazon lilies.
Sometimes it was from Hela's, with perhaps a few bite marks carrying the aura of death on his neck—the Queen's "reward" for his performance the previous night.
Other times it was from Hera or Athena's, with a look of satisfaction on his face after being tenderly cared for by a mature woman.
To ensure the rain and dew were shared equally and for the sake of family harmony and stability,
Arthas established a strict "Shift System."
Monday belonged to the main wife, Diana.
It was a night full of ritual; the two would practice swordsmanship under the moonlight—though it could also be another kind of swordsmanship. That clash of equals and the fit deep within their souls made every union feel like a sacred battle.
Diana would always put on that specially made Wonder Woman armor with very little fabric, using the Lasso of Truth to bind the two of them together, enjoying that inescapable intimacy.
That night, the room always echoed with the crisp sound of metal clashing and Diana's powerful moans.
Tuesday was the turn of the female warrior duo, Sif and Brunhilde.
The two seemed to have reached a certain understanding, always preferring to "besiege" Arthas together.
Sif's wildness and Brunhilde's skill complemented each other; they would decide who would be on top through wrestling on the bed.
Arthas was more than happy to enjoy the pleasure of being fought over by two formidable female warriors.
Often the next morning, the room looked as if it had been swept by a storm—sheets torn to shreds and pillow feathers flying everywhere.
Meanwhile, the two female warriors would sprawl in Arthas's arms without any regard for their image, their bodies covered in sweat and red marks from the intense battle.
Wednesday was Queen Hela's exclusive time.
On this day, Arthas was always in a state of painful bliss.
Hela's intense desire for conquest and control was fully displayed in bed; she loved to command him with a haughty attitude.
But in the end, under the impact of Arthas's overbearing Divine Power, she would always transform from an invincible Queen into a little woman who could only beg for mercy.
That contrast—the feeling of trampling pride underfoot and then doting on it fiercely—made Arthas unable to stop.
The Soundproofing Barrier in Hela's room was always turned up to the maximum, as she didn't want others to hear her screams when she lost control.
Thursday and Friday were the revelries of the Olympian Goddesses.
Hera's elegance, Athena's intellect, Artemis's wildness, Hestia's innocence, and Demeter's voluptuousness.
Arthas was like tasting a top-tier feast of the gods; every dish had a unique flavor that left a lasting impression.
Especially Hera; this former Queen of Heaven now displayed an unprecedented "little woman" persona before Arthas.
She liked to hold Arthas afterward, tracing circles on his chest with her finger while listening to his heartbeat as she fell asleep.
That complete surrender of both body and soul gave Arthas an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.
As for the weekend...
That was Arthas's "free time," and also the days that the "Special Units," Amora and Lorelei, looked forward to the most.
Since being treated roughly by Arthas that day, these two enchantresses seemed to have awakened some strange attributes.
They no longer thought about escaping or controlling Asgard.
All day long, they just hoped Arthas would remember them and come to that remote little room to "punish" them.
Even if he just glanced at them while passing by or tossed them an old piece of clothing, it could keep them excited for half a day.
"Sister, do you think His Highness will come today?"
Lorelei, wearing a specially designed sexy Maid Outfit, knelt at the door, gazing longingly at the main palace in the distance.
Amora was practicing various humble expressions in front of the mirror.
"I don't know."
"But I feel His Highness has been quite fired up lately."
"I heard he didn't have his fill with Queen Hela yesterday."
"Maybe... today we need to work a bit harder and be a bit more resilient against his 'beating'."
"Only then can we help His Highness vent his fire."
As they spoke, instead of fear, a sickly flush appeared on the two sisters' faces.
They had completely become slaves to Arthas's desires and even took pride in it.
However, in this seemingly harmonious and happy harem life,
there were always two gazes that made Arthas feel like there were thorns in his back.
They came from his adoptive mother, Frigga, and his biological mother, Aphrodite.
Although these two goddesses were of a higher generation, due to the characteristics of the Divine Race, they still looked young, beautiful, and full of charm.
They hadn't moved out; instead, they still lived in the Side Hall of the Private Chambers.
Ostensibly, it was to take care of Arthas's daily life or to make it easier for everyone to bond.
But in reality...
Every night,
when Arthas was in the throes of passion in some room and making a huge commotion,
the lights in Frigga's and Aphrodite's rooms were always on.
They sat by the window, listening to the sounds drifting on the wind, their expressions complex.
Sometimes it was a sigh, sometimes a blush, and sometimes a certain indescribable resentment.
"This child..."
Frigga held a sweater she hadn't finished knitting; the stitches were all messed up.
"The commotion is just too much."
"He doesn't even know how to be a bit more discreet."
"How are we supposed to sleep like this..."
Aphrodite rested her chin in her hand, looking at the moon outside the window with a dazed expression.
"Indeed."
"This energy... he truly is my son."
"But..."
"Has he forgotten about us?"
"Even though we are also... members of this family."
One day at the dining table, Frigga put down her black tea and looked at Arthas's beaming face, hesitating to speak, her eyes even slightly dark-circled.
"Little Wen..."
"Although... it's a good thing for young people to have plenty of energy."
"But... you must also pay attention to moderation."
"And..."
She glanced at Aphrodite beside her, her face reddening slightly.
"The noise at night... could it be a bit quieter?"
"We 'elderly' people... are light sleepers."
Aphrodite was more direct.
Her beautiful eyes flickered as she stared at Arthasgloomily.
Her gaze contained three parts blame, three parts indulgence, and four parts... resentment that Arthascouldn't quite understand?
"Yes, son."
"Last night was over at Hera's, wasn't it?"
"The commotion was quite loud."
"Mommy didn't sleep a wink all night."
"Hearing it... made my heart flutter."
As she spoke, she gently nudged Arthas's calf with her toe under the table.
That sensation almost made Arthas spill the milk in his hand.
Chapter 133: The Snowy Mountain Appointment at Kamar-Taj
Arthas scratched his head somewhat awkwardly, his heart filled with guilt.
"I'm sorry, Mom, Mother Frigga."
"It was my lack of consideration."
"How about... I have someone move you to a palace further away?"
"For example, to the other side of the Golden Palace?"
"It's quiet there, and the environment is nice."
He was making a sincere suggestion; after all, disturbing one's elders' sleep was a great sign of disrespect.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this proposal, both mothers' expressions changed simultaneously.
"No!"
Frigga blurted out.
"Ahem... I mean."
"That's too far, too far from you."
"We... we like living here."
"Watching over you... it's also convenient to take care of you."
Aphrodite also nodded repeatedly, her gaze becoming even more resentful.
"Yes, son."
"Are you trying to drive your mother away?"
"It wasn't easy for Mother to finally reunite with you."
"This little bit of noise... Mother will get used to it if she bears with it."
"In fact... if I can't hear your voice, Mother won't even be able to sleep."
Arthas was completely bewildered.
What kind of logic was this?
Too noisy to sleep, yet unwilling to move?
Even needing to hear the noise to sleep?
A woman's mind, even a goddess's mind, was truly the most unsolvable puzzle in the Universe.
He could only shrug helplessly.
"Alright, since you both insist."
"Then in the future... I'll try to have everyone control their volume."
Or perhaps add a few more layers of soundproofing barriers.
Although he felt that such things were completely useless in the face of an eruption of Divine Power.
The days passed like this, one by one.
Arthas lived a god-like life in Asgard.
His Divine Power was constantly growing, his harem was increasingly harmonious, and his family was expanding.
Until this day.
An unexpected message broke this tranquility.
That afternoon, Arthas was lying on the grass in the garden, enjoying Diana's lap pillow and being fed by Sif.
Suddenly, a burst of golden sparks appeared out of thin air in front of him; it was the unique magic fluctuation of Kamar-Taj.
The sparks swirled, rapidly expanding into a circular Portal.
Through the Portal, one could see snow-capped peaks on the other side, along with that simple and mysterious temple.
A pale yellow piece of letter paper drifted out from the Portal, landing exactly in Arthas's hand.
Arthas picked up the letter. There were only a few words on it, written in elegant yet powerful handwriting that exuded a transcendent aura.
"Come quickly."
The signature was a simple symbol—the mark of the Vishanti.
It was a letter written by the Ancient One herself.
Arthas sat up abruptly.
Diana was also startled by this sudden turn of events.
"What happened?"
"Is it that teacher of yours?"
Arthas nodded, his expression becoming somewhat solemn.
The Ancient One was not someone who liked to waste words.
Since she used the words "Come quickly" and even opened a Portal directly.
It meant that the situation was definitely not simple.
Perhaps the invasion of the Dark Dimension had intensified, or perhaps something had gone wrong with the timeline.
In short, something big must be happening over on Earth.
"I need to go there."
Arthas stood up and brushed the grass clippings off himself.
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
Having lived a life of ease for too long, the blood in his veins that craved battle and adventure began to boil.
"I'll go with you."
Diana said without hesitation.
Her hand was already resting on the sword of the fire godsword behind her.
Hela, Sif, and the others also gathered around, each rubbing their hands, clearly not wanting to miss out on the excitement.
Arthas shook his head.
"No need."
"Since Master only called for me, it means I can handle this myself."
"Besides, Asgard can't be left unattended."
"You stay here and keep an eye on our home for me."
"Especially those two restless witches; don't let them take the opportunity to cause trouble."
He pointed toward that remote little room in the distance.
Although the goddesses were somewhat reluctant, they knew Arthas had a point, and seeing his serious expression, they didn't insist further.
"Then be careful."
Diana helped him straighten his collar, her eyes full of concern.
"Come back early."
"Don't forget... whose turn it is tonight."
She glanced meaningfully at Hera beside her.
Hera's face turned red, but she also looked back boldly, her eyes full of anticipation.
"Don't worry."
"I'll be back as soon as I'm done."
"I definitely won't delay paying my dues."
Arthas gave Diana's butt a playful slap with a wicked grin, then turned and walked toward the still-swirling Portal.
He took a deep breath, stepped into the Portal, and the golden sparks rapidly contracted and vanished behind him.
Stepping through the Portal, the scenery before Arthas's eyes was already completely different.
It was no longer the magnificent palaces and spring-like gardens of Asgard, but the biting winds and snow-covered peaks of the Himalayas.
The air was thin and cold, and inhaling it into his lungs felt like being cut by knives.
But for Arthas, who possessed a divine body, this bit of cold was nothing at all.
He stood on a wide stone platform, surrounded by mist-shrouded mountains, with a bottomless abyss beneath his feet.
In the center of the platform sat a simple wooden table and two prayer mats.
A pot of tea was brewing on the table, steam rising from it, and the fragrance of the tea drifted in the cold wind, carrying a Zen-like quality that calmed the mind.
A figure was sitting on a prayer mat with their back to him.
It was a woman wearing yellow monk robes.
A head of glossy jet-black long hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, reaching all the way to her waist.
Against the backdrop of the snowy mountains, that touch of black was exceptionally striking and moving.
Even from just a view of her back, one could feel her otherworldly temperament.
Like a black lotus blooming atop a snowy peak—noble, mysterious, and inviolable.
"Master, I've arrived."
Arthas called out respectfully, and the figure slowly turned around.
At that moment.
Arthas felt as if the surrounding wind and snow had come to a standstill.
What kind of face was that?
Her features were as exquisite as a painting, her skin as white as snow, and her brow held a sense of indifference and wisdom gained from experiencing the vast changes of the world. Those deep eyes seemed to hide the stars and seas of the entire Universe.
Furthermore, she had a stunning head of long, straight black hair, filled with feminine softness and mystery.
As a normal male of the Divine Race, facing such an older sister with an exquisite temperament and peerless beauty.
Arthas couldn't help but praise in his heart: Truly beautiful.
This beauty was different from Diana's heroism, different from Hela's dominance, and different from Hera's nobility.
It was a kind of... how should he put it.
A kind of compassionate beauty that came from seeing through all things in the world yet still being filled with pity for it.
A kind of sacred beauty that made one want to be close yet not dare to desecrate.
And her figure...
Even under the loose monk robes, one could still see her tall and slender posture.
While the curves of her chest weren't as exaggerated as Hera's, she definitely had substance, filled with the charm of a mature woman.
The Ancient One looked at Arthas, a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
That smile was like a spring breeze melting snow, instantly dispelling the chill of the snowy mountains.
"You've come."
"Arthas."
Her voice was cool and pleasant, like the sound of jade striking stone.
"Sit."
She pointed to the prayer mat opposite her.
"The tea has just been brewed."
"It's the flavor you like."
Arthas walked over and sat cross-legged.
"Long time no see."
"Master."
Chapter 134: Teacher, Why Don't You Come Home With Me
Ancient One picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Arthas.
Her movements were smooth as flowing water, extremely elegant.
"Have a taste."
"This is Snow Tea from Kunlun."
"It has the effect of calming the mind and concentrating the spirit."
"For a young man like you who has been... 'overworked' lately."
"It is the best tonic."
Arthas's face turned red.
He almost choked on his own saliva.
This teacher... she really knows everything.
It seemed that his little escapades in Asgard couldn't hide from her Dharma Eye at all.
"Cough, cough..."
"Teacher, you're joking."
"I was doing that... for the sake of Clan reproduction, for the peace of the Universe."
"After all, the Divine Race population is sparse..."
He tried to defend himself with a few words.
But meeting Ancient One's eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through everything.
His voice grew smaller and smaller.
In the end, he could only awkwardly pick up the teacup and take a sip.
Using it to mask his guilty conscience.
The tea was slightly bitter upon entry, but the aftertaste was sweet.
A warm current flowed down his throat, quickly spreading to every limb and bone.
Allowing his originally restless Divine Power to instantly calm down.
It was indeed good tea, and a good method.
Arthas set down the teacup and looked at Ancient One.
He put away his playful attitude.
His expression became serious.
"Master."
"You called me here so urgently."
"It's not just to invite me for tea, is it?"
"Is it... has something happened on Earth?"
Ancient One took a sip of tea: "Actually, it's both a big deal and not a big deal."
At the peak of the snow mountain, the cold wind still howled, whipping up piles of snow.
But on this small stone platform, within Ancient One's faint magic barrier, it was as warm as spring, filled with the fragrance of tea.
Arthas held his teacup, his brow furrowed, and hearing Ancient One's phrase "both a big deal and not a big deal," an ominous premonition immediately surged in his heart.
This kind of premonition was something he had experienced countless times during his years in Asgard.
Every time it involved that one-eyed old man of his, it was never anything good.
"Speaking of which..."
Ancient One took a light sip of tea, her eyes carrying a hint of playfulness as she looked at Arthas's face, which had instantly become alert.
"This is once again the fault of your father, All-FatherOdin."
Hearing the name "Odin," Arthas's head began to throb faintly, even his temples were pulsing.
He subconsciously set down his teacup and reached out to rub his brow.
"I knew it."
"I knew it had to be him."
"What did that old man do now?"
"I just finished solving Loki's birth mystery for him."
"I also helped him handle Sister Hela's Seal, even sacrificing my own charms to coax that irritable big sister home."
"That finally allowed him to untie a knot in his heart from thousands of years ago, and these past few days he's been as happy as a blooming flower, smiling at everyone he sees."
"I thought I could finally have a few days of peace too."
Arthas looked at Ancient One with a face full of despair.
"Tell me, Teacher."
"That old man... no, Father King, what Earth-shattering thing did he do this time?"
"Did he leave another illegitimate child out there? Or did he offend some Demon God from another dimension again?"
Seeing Arthas's victimized look, Ancient One couldn't help but steal a small laugh.
That smile bloomed on her exquisite face like a snow lotus opening, beautiful beyond words.
She set down her teacup and gently tidied her black hair, which had been ruffled by the wind.
"This time it's not an illegitimate child, nor is it offending a Demon God."
"It's... a little bit more troublesome than that."
She extended a slender finger and tapped lightly in the air.
A golden magical radiance gathered, transforming into a rotating image of a blue cube.
"His Majesty Odin once, a long time ago, placed one of the Infinity Stones, the Space Stone, on Earth."
"That is what you Asgardians call—the Dragon's Jewel, or the Tesseract."
"Infinity Stones?"
Arthas looked at the rotating blue cube, a flash of doubt crossing his eyes.
Although he was powerful now and had encountered many Divine Artifacts, this was the first time he had heard this term.
"What are those?"
"They sound... very impressive?"
He could feel the fluctuations of Law emanating from the image, which were heart-palpitating even if only simulated.
It was a power purer and more primal than even Divine Power.
Ancient One nodded, her expression becoming solemn.
She waved her hand to disperse the image and began to educate this young successor on the most top-tier knowledge in the Universe.
"The Infinity Stones were formed at the dawn of the Universe from the essence of six singularities."
"They respectively represent the six most fundamental forces of the Universe: Space, Time, Reality, Power, Mind, and soul."
"Each stone contains a terrifying power sufficient to change the Laws of the Universe."
"This is the most fundamental difference between so-called Cosmic Gods and Planet Gods like yourselves."
"Possessing them means possessing the keys to control parts of the Universe's authority."
Arthas listened, dumbfounded.
This setting... was indeed quite high-end.
So his old man actually had such good stuff in his hands?
"If that's the case..."
Arthas frowned and raised a very crucial question.
"Since this thing is so powerful and important."
"Why did Father King put the Space Stone on Earth?"
"Isn't Asgard claimed to be the safest place in the Nine Realms? Don't they have a vault?"
"Putting it on Earth, which is... well, relatively backward for the Universe."
"Isn't it easier to lose?"
"Or did he think Earthlings were too stupid to find it?"
Ancient One sighed, seemingly having some complaints about Odin's certain "arrogance."
"Because in his view."
"Earth is both the transportation hub of the Nine Realmsand Midgard, connecting various branches of the World Tree, making it convenient for him to monitor it at any time via the Bifrost."
"At the same time, in his era, Earth was still a primitive land for human civilization."
"Humans were weak and ignorant, completely unable to understand or use such high-dimensional power."
"To him, this place was a natural, inconspicuous safe."
"Coupled with his special desire for control over Earth."
"This made it the 'best safe harbor' in his eyes for hiding an Infinity Stone."
Speaking to this point, Ancient One paused.
Looking at the sea of clouds in the distance, her gaze was deep.
"Of course."
"Even gods can miscalculate."
"What he didn't expect was that the speed of human development far exceeded his predictions."
"In just a few thousand years, humans evolved from primitive life to today's technological civilization."
"Although still immature, their curiosity and desire for exploration are infinite."
"Eventually... they still discovered this secret."
"And attempted to touch and study this forbidden power."
Arthas slapped his thigh.
He realized the situation, followed by an even stronger sense of speechlessness.
"So..."
"Now some human has discovered that Tesseract thing."
"And then triggered some crisis, or attracted something that shouldn't have come."
"Then the old man found he couldn't handle it himself, or was too lazy to bother."
"And threw this mess to me again?"
He pointed at his own nose, his face full of disbelief.
"Am I a specialized junk collector?"
"Why is every mess thrown my way?"
"And..."
"For such a big matter, why didn't that old man tell me himself?"
"Why did he have to have you call me from so far away to tell me over tea?"
"Is he feeling guilty?"
"Hahaha..."
Seeing Arthas's expression like he had swallowed a fly, Ancient One couldn't help but laugh again.
Her laughter was crisp and pleasant, echoing atop the snow mountain.
She laughed so hard her body shook, and even a few drops of tea spilled from her hand.
Although Arthas felt that his beautiful teacher looked really pleasing when she laughed, her long straight black hair swaying gently with her laughter like a beautiful scenery.
But at the thought of his Deceptive (troublesome) old Father King, he still felt depressed.
"Teacher, you're still laughing."
"Is this very funny?"
"Do you know how much effort I've spent cleaning up after him?"
Ancient One finally managed to stop her laughter.
She wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes.
Looking at Arthas with a gaze mixed with sympathy and teasing.
"Sorry, I lost my composure."
"It's mainly because His Majesty Odin's behavior... is just too amusing."
"He actually wanted to tell you a long time ago."
"But..."
"His Majesty Odin must have thrown too many messes your way, from Loki to Hela, and now the Infinity Stones."
"Even his old face can't quite take it anymore."
"He felt embarrassed."
"That's why he specifically asked me to tell you under the guise of a 'Sorcerer Supreme summons'."
"He was also afraid you'd rebuke him to his face and make him lose face."
"Embarrassed?"
Arthas gave a cold laugh, cracking his knuckles.
"That thick-skinned old man can feel embarrassed?"
"I think he just wants to be lazy!"
"That hateful old man..."
He said through gritted teeth, his eyes flickering with a flame called "revenge."
"The day I become the God King."
"The first order I issue."
"Will definitely not be some general amnesty, nor some conquest of the Universe."
"But to arrange for him to clean the toilets!"
"Clean all the toilets in Asgard! For ten thousand years straight!"
"Let him taste the feeling of being set up by someone too!"
Ancient One watched Arthas vent with a smile.
She didn't stop him, instead finding this father-son dynamic quite interesting.
Once Arthas had cursed enough and his anger had mostly dissipated.
She spoke again, dropping another bombshell.
"Of course, besides this bad news, there is another piece of news."
"I'm not sure if it's good or bad for you."
"His Majesty Odin discussed it with me via magical communication a few days ago."
"He feels that your current ability to handle government affairs is quite mature, whether it's dealing with Clandisputes or managing Asgard's affairs, everything is being done in an orderly manner."
"You already fully possess the potential of an excellent God King."
"And so?"
Arthas asked warily.
Usually, after such praise, a massive 'but' follows.
"So..."
The Ancient One looked at Arthas, her expression becoming solemn.
"His Majesty Odin intends to completely hand over the management and protection of Earth to you."
"It will no longer be just nominal inspections, but real rule and responsibility."
"Coincidentally, you are also my chosen successor for the Sorcerer Supreme."
"This way, you are both the highest Sir stationed on Earthby the God King and the future leader of Earth's local mystical forces."
"You can rightfully protect this world in advance on behalf of me and Asgard."
Arthas was stunned.
This... was this directly giving him Earth as a fiefdom?
And with double certification?
"So..."
He swallowed with some difficulty.
"I'm now the Chief of Earth?"
"The Dual Cultivation of magic and martial arts kind?"
The Ancient One nodded, her eyes full of encouragement.
"You could say that."
"Therefore, you need to start seriously considering how to protect Earth."
"It's not as simple as just fighting monsters."
"As the successor to the Sorcerer Supreme, you have Kamar-Taj as your backing to help you guard Earth's mystical Domain and counter threats from other dimensions."
"In this regard, you can mobilize Kamar-Taj's mage resources at any time."
"However."
The Ancient One's tone shifted.
"As the heir to the God King and the ruler who will take over Earth's physical Domain."
"You don't have any power base in this area yet."
"While Asgard's army is powerful, it is an outside force and cannot interfere in Earth's internal affairs at will; otherwise, it will cause panic and backlash."
"You need an armed force and an intelligence network of your own, composed of Earthlings or at least acceptable to them."
"So, you need to build your own team on Earth."
"Just like how you recruited Hela and the Valkyrie in Asgard."
"You need to find the heroes of Earth, or those with potential."
"Gather them under your command."
Building a team...
This seems... quite interesting?
It's like playing a real-life management game.
Thinking of this, Arthas's eyes lit up.
The gloom in his heart was swept away.
It was replaced by an eager excitement.
"Understood, Teacher."
"I'll take this job."
"Anyway, my wife Diana is also Earth's Guardian—Wonder Woman; we'll make a great husband-and-wife duo."
"But..."
He suddenly thought of something and looked at the Ancient One.
"Teacher, do I need to take over the management of Kamar-Taj right now?"
"You know, I just brought Hela home, and there's a lot going on there."
"If I have to run back and forth, I'm afraid my body won't be able to take it."
The Ancient One seemed to see through his little scheme.
She smiled and waved her hand.
"No."
"My health is still robust, and I can continue to manage Kamar-Taj for a while."
"You're so busy over there, having to accompany your wife and handle Asgard's affairs."
"You probably won't have time for this for now."
"I don't want to add too much to your burden at this time."
"When you've finished building your physical team on Earth and cleaned up the mess with that Space Stone."
"Then you can come and formally accept the Inheritance of Kamar-Taj."
"At that time..."
She looked into the distance, a hint of longing and relief appearing in her eyes.
"I, your teacher, can truly retire."
"Lay down this thousand-year burden and have a good rest."
Hearing the word "retire."
Looking at the Ancient One's slightly lonely yet expectant profile.
A thought suddenly popped into Arthas's mind for no apparent reason.
Maybe it was because the scenery of the snowy mountains was too beautiful.
Maybe it was because today's Ancient One was really too good-looking (long straight black hair is the best).
Or maybe it was because of his greedy nature of wanting to keep all beautiful things by his side.
He blurted out:
"Then Teacher, after you retire... where do you want to go?"
"Back to your hometown to farm? Or find some remote forest to live in seclusion?"
The Ancient One was stunned for a moment.
She didn't seem to have seriously considered this question.
For hundreds of years, she had been guarding the Sanctum and fighting against the darkness, never having a life of her own.
"I don't know."
She shook her head, her hair dancing lightly in the wind.
"Maybe... travel around the Multiverse more."
"See the sights I've only seen in books before."
"See if other worlds also have interesting fellows like you."
"Or... find a place without conflict to drink tea and read books."
"But..."
Arthas got anxious.
He didn't want the Ancient One to leave.
Such a good teacher and friend, such a powerful ally—if she really went wandering the Multiverse, wouldn't that be a pity?
And... what if she encountered some danger?
"But I want Teacher to stay."
He looked into the Ancient One's eyes and said sincerely.
"Asgard is very big."
"And the scenery there is good, and there's good tea."
"Most importantly..."
"I'm there, and Diana and the others are there; it's very lively."
"Going wandering all by yourself, how lonely would that be?"
The Ancient One turned her head.
Looking at this big boy whose face was practically screaming "please stay."
The smile in her eyes grew deeper.
She suddenly leaned forward, getting close to Arthas's face.
Their faces were less than ten centimeters apart.
Arthas could even smell the faint, pleasant fragrance on her.
Seeing her long eyelashes and those eyes as deep as a pool of water.
His heart skipped a beat instantly.
"What?"
The Ancient One's voice carried a hint of teasing, a hint of playfulness, and a hint of an imperceptible... ambiguity?
"Do you also want Teacher to move into your palace?"
"Like Hela, Hera, and the others?"
"To become a member of your harem?"
Boom!
Arthas felt a surge of blood rush to his head.
His face instantly turned as red as a monkey's butt.
Even his ears were burning.
Although he had harbored such naughty thoughts, being exposed to his face and teased by the person herself at such close range...
The lethality was simply too great.
"I, I, I..."
He stammered, incoherent.
"I didn't mean that... that... actually that meaning isn't entirely that meaning..."
"I mean... that... staying is fine... but..."
"Oh my!"
He wished he could find a hole to crawl into.
With his great reputation, how could he be so cowardly in front of his teacher?
Looking at Arthas's cute, flustered appearance.
The Ancient One didn't get angry, nor did she continue to press him.
Instead, she sat back with a smile.
In that smile, there was a bit more relief and a bit more expectation of a certain possibility.
She chuckled.
"Who can say for sure about the future?"
"Maybe one day, I'll really be tired and won't want to leave."
"Maybe then, there really will be a bed for me in your palace?"
"We'll talk about it when the time comes."
Does this count as... an agreement?
Or is she just leading him on?
Arthas was a bit dazed, but mostly felt a sense of wild joy.
At least she didn't refuse, right?
At least she left him with some hope, right?
As long as the hoe is swung well, no wall is too strong to knock down!
Even the Sorcerer Supreme will sooner or later be... ahem, be part of the Clan!
"Yes!"
"Teacher!"
Arthas responded loudly, his voice resonant and full of drive.
"I will definitely work hard!"
"Work hard to build a team, work hard to protect Earth!"
"Strive to let you 'retire' as soon as possible!"
"And as soon as possible... bring you home!"
The Ancient One nodded and waved her hand.
"Alright."
"The tea has been drunk, and the matters have been discussed."
"It's time for you to go back."
"Go back to Asgard first and make some preparations."
"I will keep a constant eye on the situation on Earth."
"If there's any news, I'll contact you again."
As she spoke, she made a gesture with her finger.
The golden Portal appeared once more.
Arthas stood up.
He solemnly bowed to the Ancient One.
It was not just the bow of a disciple to a master, but also a certain promise from a man to a woman.
"Take care, Teacher."
"Next time I come, I'll bring you some specialty fine wine from Asgard."
With that said.
He turned and strode into the Portal.
His back was still straight, but there was a new sense of determination and mission in his steps.
Watching the Portal slowly close.
The Ancient One picked up her teacup again.
Looking at the snowy mountains where clouds were rolling and unrolling in the distance.
That faint smile still hung on the corners of her mouth.
She gently twirled a strand of her long hair with her finger.
"Moving into the palace..."
"It seems..."
"Not bad either."
"This little fellow... really makes one expectant."
On the other side of the Portal.
Arthas returned to the garden of Asgard.
Diana, Hela, and the others were waiting there anxiously.
Seeing Arthas return safely, joy appeared on their faces.
"How was it?"
"What did the Ancient One say?"
Diana came forward and asked.
Arthas took a deep breath, a confident smile appearing on his face.
"Nothing much."
"It's just that the old man found me another big job."
"We need to make some preparations."
"To Earth."
"To establish... a Dynasty of our own."
Chapter 135: Wholesaling Rings
The side palace garden of Arthas's palace.
Sunlight spilled through the massive crystal dome, illuminating the faces of every goddess, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene sufficient to make every male creature in the Nine Realms gasp for breath.
Arthas stood by the fountain in the center of the garden, cleared his throat, and looked at the group of family members before him—some heroic and valiant, some elegant and dignified, and some cute and charming.
On the left was the Asgard group: Diana, Sif, Brunhilde, and Hela.
On the right was the Olympus group: Hera, Athena, Artemis, Hestia, Demeter, and others.
In the corner sat two completely tamed "pets" on their knees—Amora and Lorelei.
And not far away, sitting on a bench drinking tea and chatting, was the elder group—Frigga and Aphrodite.
"Ahem, is everyone here?"
Arthas scanned the room, his eyes filled with a sense of accomplishment and... a hint of pressure.
"I called everyone here today mainly to announce an important matter."
The goddesses stopped their whispering and turned their gazes toward him one after another.
"As you all know, my troublesome old man, His Majesty Odin, has found another job for me."
"There's a bit of a situation over at Earth, which is Midgard."
"It involves a certain universal-level power—the Infinity Stones, as well as a human civil war."
"As the future God King and the successor to the Sorcerer Supreme,"
"I must go and deal with this mess."
Diana frowned and took a step forward.
"So, when do we set out?"
"My sword is already sharpened."
Sif and Brunhilde followed with nods, their hands resting on their weapons, looking ready for war at any moment.
Even Hela gave a cold snort.
"Just as well, I also want to see what this so-called Midgard has that makes Odin care so much."
Arthas shook his head and raised his hand to signal everyone to stay calm.
"No."
"This time, I plan to go alone first."
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire place broke into an uproar.
"Why?"
"You don't want to take us?"
"Do you think we're a burden?"
The goddesses' questioning voices rose one after another. Especially Hela, who had already condensed two night sky swords in her hands, staring at Arthas with a dangerous look in her eyes.
"Calm down, calm down."
Arthas wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly explained.
"It's not that I'm looking down on you."
"It's mainly because the situation this time is quite special."
"I'm going to the human world to blend in with them, observe them, and build my own team consisting of Earthlings."
"If I take such a large group of goddesses down there,"
"Forget about building a team, the entire Earth would probably be scared witless."
"That would defeat the purpose of 'experience' and 'protection'."
"Moreover, Asgard also needs people to watch over it."
"Especially Sister Hela, you've just returned and many people's hearts are still unstable; I need you to hold down the fort."
Hearing this explanation, the expressions of the goddesses softened slightly.
Although they were still somewhat reluctant, they felt it made sense; after all, they were indeed too conspicuous.
Seeing this, Arthas struck while the iron was hot and brought out the ultimate weapon he had prepared long ago.
With a flip of his palm, an exquisite wooden box appeared in his hand.
Opening the box, more than a dozen rings shimmering with pink light were neatly arranged inside—those were the "rings of vows."
Frigga had given him many before, and Arthas had thought it was too many, but now it seemed he had foresight.
"Although I am going to Earth,"
"My heart will always be with you."
"These rings represent my promise and the souls that will forever be connected between us."
He picked up a ring and walked over to Hela.
Hela raised an eyebrow, seemingly indifferent, but her outstretched hand had an imperceptible tremble.
Arthas took her hand and slowly pushed the ring onto her ring finger.
"Hela, you are my sister and my Queen."
"This ring locks your soul and also locks my promise."
"Once I have established a foothold on Earth, I will bring you down there with great fanfare."
"When that time comes, I want all of humanity to know that you are my Queen."
Hela looked at the ring on her finger, gave a cold snort, and turned her head away, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.
"Hmph, silver-tongued."
"However... seeing as you're being so sincere, this This King will reluctantly accept it."
Next was Hera.
This former Queen of Heaven now had slightly red eyes.
She had waited for this moment for a long time.
Arthas put the ring on her and placed a kiss on the back of her hand.
"Hera, your grace and wisdom are my most precious treasures."
"I will give you a home, a home warmer and more real than Olympus."
Hera could no longer hold back and threw herself into Arthas's arms, hugging him tightly.
"I believe you, Little Wen."
"No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you."
Then came Athena, Artemis, Hestia, Demeter...
Arthas put a ring on every goddess and included a tailor-made sweet word for each.
Although some words sounded a bit formulaic, to these goddesses whose brains were filled with love, it was the most beautiful celestial music.
Even Amora and Lorelei, kneeling in the corner, were not left out by Arthas, moving the two sisters to tears as they swore to be loyal to their Master until death.
After finishing the distribution of rings, Arthas looked at the room full of goddesses who all wore rings.
He nodded with satisfaction.
"Alright."
"The rings are all on."
"This means you are all my future wives."
"When I return again,"
"That will be the day we officially hold our wedding."
"However..."
He rubbed his nose and added somewhat sheepishly.
"Maybe... I'll have to prepare a few more rings by then."
"After all, Earth is so big, and I'll be staying there for quite a long time."
"In case I meet a few like-minded ones..."
"You understand."
The goddesses collectively rolled their eyes.
Hera even directly pinched him.
"I knew it!"
"You playboy, going to Earth is definitely not just as simple as 'building a team'!"
"You want to establish a 'harem branch', right?"
"Fine, fine, we're used to it anyway."
"Just remember to bring them back for us to check them out."
"Just don't go bringing home all sorts of random wild women."
Although they complained, they had actually all accepted this setting in their hearts.
After all, as a God King, having a few more spouses was also for the sake of breeding powerful Divine Racedescendants.
While the atmosphere here was warm and lively.
On a bench not far away.
Frigga and Aphrodite were quietly watching this scene.
A hint of envy showed in both of their eyes, along with a bit of the gratification and loneliness belonging to elders.
"Hmm..."
Frigga took a light sip of tea and lamented.
"It's good to be young."
"This kind of passionate, unreserved love."
"This kind of longing for the future."
"It really makes one nostalgic."
Aphrodite turned her head and looked at Frigga.
Her eyes flickered slightly.
"What is it?"
"Sister Frigga, do you want one too?"
"That ring?"
Frigga smiled and did not answer directly.
Instead, she pulled a handful of undistributed rings of vows from her pocket.
She had kept them personally.
"Here, take them."
"The rings Arthas has were actually all taken from me."
"If you want them, I'll give you this whole handful."
"Pick whichever you like."
Aphrodite looked at those sparkling rings.
She shook her head and did not take them.
She turned her gaze back to her son, who was smiling brightly surrounded by the goddesses.
"Oh."
"I don't want the ring itself."
"I want... Arthas to personally put it on me."
"With that... that kind of look for a lover."
"Not the look for a mother."
At this point, her face reddened slightly.
Although she was the Goddess of Love and should be the most open-minded about such emotions, she still felt shy at the edge of such ethics.
Frigga sighed and put the rings away.
"Sigh."
"I want that too."
"But... that layer of window paper is too hard to poke through."
"And there's that status in the way."
"I don't know how long we'll have to wait."
"Maybe after he experiences things on Earth, his Mental State becomes more mature, or he becomes more 'lawless'."
"Only then will he have the courage."
Aphrodite was silent for a while, then suddenly asked:
"Actually, there's something I've always wanted to say."
"If... I mean if."
"That day really comes in the future."
"Then what about Odin?"
"He is your husband, and also Arthas's nominal father."
"This relationship... won't it be too messy?"