NOVEL WEB Chapter 128: You want a fight!?
Chapter 128 - You want a fight!?
As soon as Loki arrived, she ditched Ais to bicker with Hestia, leaving Ais standing beside Orsted, looking dazed.
Their squabble drew fun-loving gods to spectate.
Some glanced at Orsted, intrigued by the elves' earlier reverence toward him—a deference typically reserved for Riveria of the Loki Familia.
Many, like Tsubaki, speculated Orsted might be elven royalty.
The gods refrained from asking outright, finding the mystery more entertaining to unravel slowly, perhaps with some amusement along the way.
Orsted felt uneasy from the gods' probing stares.
Though less intense than Freya's, they were close enough to unsettle him.
Speak of the devil, and she appears.
Freya glided in, captivating everyone.
Gods and adventurers alike flushed, shyly averting their eyes, even women like Naaza.
Her charm was universal.
Orsted's pulse quickened slightly, but he remained clear-headed, unlike the others enthralled by Freya's allure.
His Charm development ability shielded him, though he noted it was stronger now than during their clothing store encounter, where he'd been as smitten as the crowd, heart racing and eyes lingering.
Today, he found her beautiful but felt only a mild flutter, no urge to stare.
"Has my Charm ability improved?" Orsted mused, stroking his chin, lost in thought.
He missed the shift around him until a pale, elegant hand entered his view, pinching his chin and tilting his face up.
"Long time no see, Orsted," Freya purred, one hand caressing his cheek.
"Can I have a sweet dream tonight?"
"Nope," Orsted said, blinking and refusing flatly.
Freya froze, stunned by his bluntness, then laughed, her eyes gleaming with deeper affection.
Hestia, noticing the exchange, abandoned Loki mid-spat and zipped over, swatting Freya's hand away.
"Don't even try it!"
"Freya's no good, Orsted," Hestia warned, shielding him like a child.
"She devours everyone—men, women, no exceptions. A kid like you'd be swallowed whole!" Freya, unfazed, maintained her faint smile.
Orsted glanced at Freya, then shifted to Ottar, the towering figure beside her.
"You want a fight?"
Ottar, stoic but radiating intent, replied softly,
"I hope to battle you someday."
The words stunned the onlookers.
Gods, who'd watched Orsted grow, knew Ottar never targeted the weak unless Freya commanded.
He challenged only equals or superiors, as he had against Zeus and Hera Familia champions.
Ottar's invitation signaled he saw Orsted as a future peer, acknowledging his potential to reach his level.
This was huge news.
Gods, initially curious about Orsted's record-breaking rank-ups and the elves' reverence, now fixated on him intensely.
"I'm in," Orsted said, smiling at Ottar's unveiled fighting spirit.
The banquet hall erupted in cheers, the gods' excitement echoing beyond the walls, drawing curious glances from passing adventurers.
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