The Dragon That Devours the World

A long, long time ago, there was a child who was far more intelligent than all other children of the same kind. He was always silent and alone, because in his eyes, those of the same kind were stupid, which made him unimaginable, and he couldn't get any recognition at all. sense.

In his eyes, the whole world is like an old toy that has been thoroughly seen through the structure, except for endless wars or wars, which makes him unable to attract any interest.

"Boring... boring... monotonous..."

A deep sense of disgust and self-loathing filled his heart. He hated the world, hated himself even more, hated this empty inner self, this self who had no interest in anything made him feel deeply disgusted, even hatred.

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

"Hey! What's your name!"

When he was lying on the ground, there was an old big tree above his head. The boy who didn't want to worry about anything lay on the ground and fell asleep quietly. Suddenly something hit his head and he opened it blankly. His eyes followed the prestige, but only on the branches of the big tree above his head, standing a little boy about the same size as he looked, those extremely clear eyes were looking at him curiously.

In him, he is not filled with cold and indifferent sacred aura like those gods, but not as savage and wild as other frost giants, but is filled with a...very unique vitality, and this lifeless chaos. The world looks very different.

"...Rocky."

Looking at the half-god and half-giant half-blood boy in front of him, after a long silence, he simply responded.

"Rocky? You are very interesting!"

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

A flash of astonishment flashed through the erect pupils.

"I...interesting?"

"Yeah, you are completely different from other frost giants! They only fight, but you are calm, so you are very funny."

The boy jumped off the branch and stood in front of the clever child. The boy with extremely clear eyes said loudly.

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

The clever child pondered, and then asked rhetorically.

"I?"

The little boy in front of him tilted his head first, then grinned, showing his white teeth, smiling very heartily.

"My name is Odin! Loki, maybe we meet here is the choice of fate!"

"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 raised.

"Rocky! Let's create an interesting world with me!"

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

"So... why should I do such inexplicable things with you?"

"So I said, that's the world!! A world that is far more lifeless and dull, and countless times more interesting!!"

Loki, lying on the ground, looked up at the figure in front of him, squinting his eyes slightly, but in the dim light, he could only see a figure that seemed to be shrouded in light, just like the one on his face. The bright smile is just as dazzling.

"Interesting... the world?"

As if touched in his heart, the boy murmured.

"Yes! A world that will never be boring, never boring, and infinitely exciting!"

Looking at the boy lying on the ground next to him, Odin, full of passion, looked at the stranger he had just met before him, but he stretched out his hand without hesitation.

"Rocky, let's create the world together!!!"

…

Fire, endless flames are burning.

The magnificent giant tree that has lost its support is slowly leaning. Its size is so huge that this simple fall will take thousands and tens of thousands of years, but no matter how slow it is, there will be a day. Will come, no one can stop it.

The few remaining stars fell from above the broken sky to the burning earth, the sea full of poisonous gas was filled with floating corpses that stretched for thousands of miles, and the sky with big or small holes everywhere was powerless. Protect this universe, and the endless chaos outside the sky leaks from the broken loopholes to accelerate the death of this world.

The once infinitely prosperous world has already been turned into ruins at this moment, the gods are dead, the giants are dead, the monsters are dead, and all lives are dead.

There were blood, corpses, and flames everywhere, those beautiful, ugly, kind, evil, terrifying, and kind...all of them died in the final battle.

And above the ruins and the land of burning flames, there is still a vague figure that seems to be walking forward tired and difficult.

Beside this figure, on the flame-filled ground, there are various corpses falling everywhere, some are incomplete, some are hideous, but no matter how they were before they were alive, they are gods or giants. In the battlefield eroded by flames.

The tired and thin figure walked step by step through this battlefield full of corpses, with a deep blank look in his eyes, and even tripped and fell over the corpse and bones, but in the deepest part of the pupil, there seemed to be a The invisible will has always supported him to stand tall.

The thin body had been scarred in the battle, but he always gritted his teeth and walked down step by step. When he fell, it was just standing up again.

There is one thing he has to figure out.

For this matter, even if he paid a great price, even if he personally destroyed the world that he and Odin had formed a little bit, he would not hesitate.

What Odin pursues is to allow this world he created by himself to continue forever, but what he pursues is a truly free and wonderful world...rather than ignorance and ignorance staying in this fate-organized, famous In the cage of "world".

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

however…

"puff…"

A soft sound came from the foot, and the tired figure instinctively glanced at the foot, and then, the vast but hollow pupils solidified...

Beside his feet was a corpse. On the corpse with wounds all over his body, the gushing blood stained the ground beneath him, and looking at this corpse, the owner's dry and cracked lips trembled silently. Up.

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

"what…"

He tried to reach out his hand, but his arm was inexplicably unwilling, as if in fear, only the unclear sound from the hoarse throat.

"Hella."

At his feet, is the body of his little daughter Hela. As the ruler of the world of death, Hela also passed away in this ultimate battle and completely returned to the earth.

Among the three brothers and sisters, only Hela respects her father the most, because she is the only person who can feel the sense of loneliness and loneliness in her father's heart, and she can feel the deep wisdom hidden in her father's body. Wisdom far beyond the imagination of all life.

For this reason, she who dominates the world of death does not have to participate in the ultimate decisive battle between the living. Heim's Underworld is originally the pale ground where the world tree is rooted. The chaotic world has existed since ancient times, even if the world tree is completely tilted. , The destruction of the universe can not affect the existence of Heim Underworld.

The **** king who rules all the living is equal to the king Pluto who rules all the dead.

However, for the longing in his father's heart, the immortal Pluto led the undead army to join the ultimate battle, and now...she is dead.

Looking at the body of his little daughter, Loki's lips trembled.

Finally, as if he was exhausted, he knelt down weakly in front of the world of death. He blankly scanned the world that was gradually disintegrating in front of him, the world of flames that was heading toward death, and his blank pupils trembled and covered. With his own face, he finally wailed in despair.

"..."

In front of the burning world in front of him, with the light swaying, his thin back crawled on the ground, his body trembling, helpless and crying like a child.

…

By the fountain of wisdom, Mimir, a giant of wisdom with white hair and beards, is quietly writing something on the old parchment with a quill in his hand. Even if the world is about to be destroyed, his face is also There is no movement, only peace.

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

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

"Mimir."

The pen tip stopped and raised his head. There was a thin figure standing in front of Mimir, and looking at the figure in front of him, the wise giant lowered his head slightly without any surprise, to show his respect for the new king. Respect, he said slowly.

"Your Majesty the King of God... You have failed Odin's trust."

In front of him, the calm-faced God King looked at the old giant opposite him and muttered.

"Mimir, tell me, what is destiny?"