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For the first time, Heisenberg truly tasted the essence of being a king.

On Earth, even with his immense power and countless followers, no one would ever kneel before him as willingly as the people of Asgard, who upheld the traditions of the divine era.

And when you see countless lives kneeling before you…

You begin to understand why kings so often become tyrannical and cruel!

Because they possess absolute control!

Of course, Heisenberg wasn't about to let this go to his head. After all, he had long been tested by power.

So, after about five seconds of kneeling, Heisenberg lowered his raised spear, Gungnir, and struck it against the broken ground.

The sound echoed, and the legion commanders rose first, followed by the Asgardian civilians, who stood up like a surging tide.

Looking at the people—some in pain, some confused, and some slightly excited—Heisenberg pressed his lips together and spoke softly.

"Fear not, everyone. I'm just an ordinary man who defeated Odin, not a man-eating beast or a dragon.

So, go home. I'll invite you all to witness my formal coronation when the time comes.

And Heimdall!"

"Here!"

Heimdall frowned in response to Heisenberg's call.

Looking at the stern, sword-wielding warrior before him, Heisenberg nodded in satisfaction.

"You've been guarding the palace. Lead the civilians in restoring the city.

First, repair the civilians' living areas. The palace can wait."

"Yes!"

Heimdall nodded decisively, accepting the order.

To him, after swearing fealty to Heisenberg, as long as the orders weren't chaotic, he had no reason to refuse.

Besides, he liked the task Heisenberg had assigned him. He had always cared more about Asgard's civilians than anything else.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward and issued a series of commands to the gathered civilians.

With his keen senses, he could hear every voice and remember every name.

Under his direction, the once-chaotic civilians quickly organized themselves by their residential areas and began restoring the city.

Meanwhile, Heisenberg turned his attention to the goddesses and handmaidens gathered near the palace.

"You don't need to stand here and watch me. You'll grow tired of my face soon enough.

If you have work, go do it. If not, try helping those who are busy.

Oh, and all legion commanders, as well as Lady Frigga, stay."

At this, the palace handmaidens sighed in relief.

Earlier, when they heard Odin had fallen and a new king had taken his place, they had been quite anxious.

Who knew if Heisenberg was a lecherous or cruel ruler?

But now, seeing his ease and humor, they relaxed considerably.

In twos and threes, they returned to the palace.

Though they couldn't repair the main hall, they could at least clean the side halls.

Even they, frail girls, could clear smaller debris weighing a few tons…

After the civilians and handmaidens left, only thirty-three legion commanders and Frigga remained before Heisenberg.

Now, Heisenberg seemed much more at ease. He clapped his hands and addressed them.

"I understand your confusion. The news came too suddenly. Just an hour ago, you were at war, and now the throne has changed hands.

But despite the suddenness, I urge you to see the situation clearly.

Don't create trouble for our future relationship when even Odin himself has surrendered."

As he spoke, Heisenberg glanced at the four most furious individuals in the crowd.

Aside from Sif, Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg, who else could it be?

Heisenberg looked at the four, then smiled at their discontented expressions.

"I know who you are. After all, you've all been to Earth—Midgard, as you call it.

It seems you're close to Thor.

So, your dissatisfaction stems from me taking Thor's place?"

Heisenberg floated closer to the four.

"If so, let me say this:

I defeated the strongest of the Aesir through sheer force. Isn't that as legitimate as the Aesir's past victories over other races?

Before a victor, a strong man, and your future king, don't wear such hateful expressions, as if I'm about to slaughter you!

Otherwise, something truly terrible might happen."

His words fell like a hammer, and the legion commanders stiffened. Sigmund even glared at Sif and the others.

Sif and her companions, hearing Heisenberg's threat, reluctantly apologized.

"Sif apologizes!"

"Fandral, Hogun, Volstagg apologize!"

As their words fell, the four tried to kneel before Heisenberg.

But with a flick of Heisenberg's force field, they couldn't even kneel.

Seeing their shock, Heisenberg smiled casually and chided softly.

"If the earlier battle didn't earn my respect, then either you're too foolish, or I'm not yet worthy of fear!

What do you think?"

"We were narrow-minded, Your Majesty!"

Sif quickly responded, then frowned and requested.

"But Your Majesty, our legions are still fighting the Chitauri in Midgard. I request to return to the battlefield and continue commanding!"

Hearing his wife's words, Heisenberg furrowed his brow. These four were clearly hardliners.

But as long as Thor didn't cause trouble, they could only express their discontent through glares.

They couldn't cause him any real trouble.

So, Heisenberg nodded.

"That's exactly what I was about to say, Sigmund!"

He turned to the chief legion commander.

"Take your colleagues back to the battlefield. Don't let Asgard's spirit waver.

Once I've handled the palace affairs, I'll join the battle at the appropriate time!"

Heisenberg stepped closer and patted the towering Sigmund's arm.

He'd heard this name many times during his battle with Odin.

Though Sigmund hadn't appeared much in the movies, it was clear he was the true powerhouse of Asgard's army.

So, Heisenberg softly reassured him.

"This is our first conversation, and you don't yet know me, so I won't make any promises.

But I can guarantee this: whether our enemy is the Chitauri, a supergiant, or Thanos the idealist,

on any battlefield where I stand, I'll lead you to the victory you deserve!

I don't know if you seek wealth, treasure, or the honor you've always pursued!

But whatever you seek, victory will bring it to you, won't it!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Suddenly, Sigmund felt a flicker of goodwill toward his new king.

As the chief leader of the Berserker Legion, once the strongest Berserker and dragon-slaying hero,

Sigmund was a hawkish officer who loved war.

But as Odin aged and Asgard hadn't fought a large-scale battle in too long, Sigmund had lost his taste for combat.

After all, not every battle involving a few hundred soldiers required his presence as legion leader.

Now, seeing the fiery ambition in Heisenberg's eyes, Sigmund saw what he truly desired!

War and victory!

That was what he had always pursued and longed for.

Sigmund accepted the order and immediately turned to Frigga, his eyes expectant.

And our goddess…

She gracefully nodded, then waved her hand, and the Bifröst's light descended.

But in that instant, Heisenberg suddenly appeared beside Sif.

In her astonished gaze, he ruffled her hair fiercely.

"A little gift for you!"

"You…?!"

Sif froze, then, along with the other thirty-two legion commanders, was swept away by the Bifröst.

After they left, only Heisenberg and Frigga remained before the palace gates.

Frigga smiled elegantly at Heisenberg.

"Your Majesty actually gave Sif a head of golden hair. You're far more thoughtful than anyone imagined!"

"Hmm, just a small gift. After all, in Midgard, almost everyone knows the legend of Sif and Loki."

"Oh? How do the Midgardians speak of them?"

"Loki played a prank and cut off Sif's golden hair, which greatly upset her.

To make amends, Loki used magic to give Sif new golden hair, but he played another prank.

The magic made her proud golden hair quickly fade, leaving it permanently black."

By now, Heisenberg and Frigga had entered the palace's grand hall.

Hearing the story, Frigga nodded.

"Essentially the same. Just children's mischief.

Your Majesty, follow me. I'll take you to the palace treasury, which leads to the roots of Yggdrasil. The rune power you need hangs from its sprawling roots!"

"Thank you, Goddess."

Heisenberg nodded, instinctively flattering Frigga.

But as soon as he spoke, Frigga coughed lightly.

Heisenberg looked at her in confusion, only to see her explain, amused.

"Please don't call me that. Your Majesty will have your own goddess, and I'm now just a Vanir witch who's lost her husband."

She continued walking, and Heisenberg followed, casually saying.

"Stay in the goddess's position for now. Asgard needs stability, and Thor and Loki need reassurance.

Asgard's original legion system is very mature. If you step down, it might cause too many familiar legion commanders to lose loyalty."

But as soon as Heisenberg finished, Frigga's expression darkened.

She stopped abruptly, turned, and looked at him seriously.

Only then did Heisenberg truly see the charm of the goddess before him—far beyond his imagination.

As the Norse goddess of love and wisdom, Frigga was a blend of Athena and Aphrodite!

Her radiant golden hair and elf-like features nearly dazzled Heisenberg!

Then, the goddess sarcastically said.

"Are you insulting me?

Odin isn't even dead, and you're already using his sons to threaten his goddess?

Or are you, like the Aesir tradition, eager to make his goddess yours?!"

"I…!" Heisenberg was instantly frustrated.

If it was admiration, he truly admired Frigga, but if it was something else…

Even if he had such thoughts, could he be so hasty?

Before he could explain further, Frigga suddenly smiled softly.

She turned, still smiling, and continued walking, teasing him softly.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I wasn't truly offended.

You gave me a Midgard story, so I returned an Aesir joke.

Now, follow me. I'll take you to claim the rune power, Your Majesty!"

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