Roy's Secret Training, Growing Power, and Deepening Bonds
Roy's Hidden Path of the Blade
As Roy grew through the decades, his curiosity for combat refinement deepened. With the pocket money he had saved—small pouches of Asgardian gold coins—he quietly opened his system store and purchased something Odin would never expect a child prince to possess:
Vergil Sparda's Complete Sword Mastery Manual.
The moment he touched the manual, streams of silver-blue energy sank into his mind. The Great Sage activated instantly, analyzing, decoding, optimizing, and merging every style:
Judgment Cut Judgment Cut End Rapid Slash Dimension Slash Concentration Focus Techniques Yamato Spatial Severing Fundamentals
For the next decades, Roy trained in secret—far from the eyes of Asgard, in hidden realms, pocket dimensions, and abandoned training grounds only he could access through the system.
Where other Asgardians saw a sweet, adorable youngest prince…
Roy was shaping himself into a blade that could cut reality itself.
And yet, outwardly he remained gentle, calm, humble—and very good at pretending to be weaker than he really was.
The Shadow Monarch Template Evolves
Roy's Shadow Monarch inheritance, initially at 10%, slowly grew with every battle simulation, with every technique mastered. Through ruthless optimization by Great Sage, and through Roy's own iron will—
10% → 20% → 30% → 40%
At 40%, his true power had already crossed the border from:
sub–Heavenly Father → Single Universe Level
His body, soul, and magic core changed quietly, constantly compressing itself to suppress the terrifying aura he would otherwise release. Even Odin could not sense his real power.
In the eyes of the All-Father:
"The boy is talented… incredibly so. But not dangerous."
He had no idea.
A Growing Circle of Hearts
As Roy matured, so did the relationships around him.
Sif
What began as bashful glances slowly turned into warmth. Sif sparred harder every day just to impress him. She felt safe beside him, admired him, trusted him.
She thought she was being subtle. She wasn't.
Amora
The Enchantress—normally proud, seductive, manipulative—found herself unusually…gentle around Roy. Her heart acted on its own, no magic needed.
She had flirted with gods before.
But Roy was the first one she truly fell for.
Lorelei
The mistress of seduction magic discovered someone she couldn't influence—but who still chose to be her friend.
Roy's kindness cracked open parts of her heart she didn't know existed.
Over time, friendship became bond, and bond became something deeper—unspoken, but powerful.
The three women, though very different, shared one thing:
They had fallen for the prince who never judged them, never feared them, never wanted anything from them.
Hints of Roy's True Bloodline
As his power evolved, strange phenomena began to appear around him:
His eyes sometimes flashed slitted draconic pupils. His temperature could rise high enough to melt gold—but only for a heartbeat. His aura occasionally shook the air like a beast awakening. Golden-silver scales flickered under his skin whenever he pushed concentration techniques too far.
Great Sage confirmed what Roy suspected:
"Host carries dormant blood of a True Dragon—beyond Asgardian, beyond any divine lineage."
Not a dragon of any realm.
Not Níðhöggr.
Not Fafnir.
Not even Hela's beasts.
A primordial True Dragon—something older than the World Tree itself.
A being Odin would fear if he ever learned the truth.
For now, the bloodline slept.
But the cracks were growing.