Episode 159 Thor’s Training Method -1-
The world is changing.
It’s a scene where the water in the picture seems to drain and turn black and white.
Memories that filled my surroundings like mosaic art are disappearing like the tide.
Instead, what fills my eyes is a desolate wilderness.
The ancient warriors who had shouted were nowhere to be found.
It didn’t even snow.
Only the twisted trees and the cold wind that blew coldly scratched my skin.
“sibling!”
Sigmund approaches with a big smile.
Hjordis was also smiling.
It seems like you’ve successfully achieved the blessing of Frigga that you were aiming for.
“Blessing?”
“Of course you got it! What about your brother?”
“I achieved my goal too.”
He showed it by spreading out his right hand.
Blood-red flowers and mistletoe leaves hang in clusters.
“Misteltein’s regret and death?”
“Brother, you also received something good.”
“Hey, that’s okay. The real thing is somewhere else.”
Hyordis looks up at the sky.
A huge shadow is cast.
Skidbladnir.
A mythical ship whose weight and volume can be freely adjusted.
Sigmund in particular looked envious.
“I’m really jealous! That’s the kind of boat I only heard about in songs! If I had one of those, wouldn’t I be able to buy a house and a car?”
“It’s too conspicuous, so I can’t ride it all the time.”
“You can just take a car in normal times! Anyway, I’m jealous. Damn, I should go somewhere and pick up a dragon or something.”
Will it be as big as a flying dragon?
You have to bring a dragon to compare.
Hjordis poked Sigmund in the ribs.
A flying car was flying by, possibly remotely controlled.
A plain design compared to the Red Cougar.
It was a flying car that a couple rode in.
“We’ll go first. We have to go home and prepare for the birth.”
“When is the due date?”
“Six months later.”
“Huh? Six months?”
So does that mean I’m already four months pregnant?
It’s not really noticeable.
It seems that the fetus was protected using magic or special equipment.
Sigmund and Hjordis waved as they got into the flying car.
“If you ever come to Norway, be sure to stop by! I’ll throw you a traditional Norse banquet!”
“I don’t know if I’ll ever have a chance to go, but if I do, I’ll definitely stop by. Where should I go?”
“Oslo! If you come to Oslo and go into any bar and say my name, everyone will know! It may sound like I’m bragging, but there’s no one in Oslo who doesn’t know my wife and I!”
It makes sense, given his famous lineage.
The couple said goodbye and took flight.
As soon as the two of us left, dozens of flying cars flew toward me.
“Hey, Captain!”
Norse warriors calling me friendly.
“Thanks to you, I’m having fun!”
“Today’s work will be sung and resound throughout Scandinavia!”
“Hahaha! I can’t remember when it was so refreshing to have a war!”
“It’s been decades since we last won Ragnarok!”
“Skidbladnir is looking for its master!”
“It’s a shame that my master isn’t Norse, but he is clearly the successor to Sigurd’s training method!”
“If you look at it broadly, they are our blood relatives!”
“Ah!”
Some jumped down and tapped me on the shoulder.
There was also a warrior who playfully slapped buttocks.
I smiled back and gave it back.
He hugs her tightly like a warrior and gives her a strong message.
“When you come to Denmark, look for Ulrik, son of Preven. He’s a must! Next time, let’s have a duel over mead in the Battle of Wine!”
“Me first! Denmark is a bunch of crap. It’s not worth visiting. Come to Uppsala. It’s the home of true warriors. The ancient warriors will welcome you with open arms.”
“What? A savage? This savage?”
“What the heck? You’re the type of person who uses a bidet!”
“savage!”
“You piece of shit!”
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Instead of inviting me, he starts a duel right away.
The warriors laughed heartily and started an impromptu drinking and gambling game.
That’s what all Norsemen are like.
I shrugged and quietly slipped away.
Boarding Skidbladnir.
The magical spirit controlling the magical ship greeted me.
[Welcome aboard, Master. Where shall we take you?]
“Let’s go back to the Grand Palace.”
[Yes, master.]
Gooooo.
Skidbladnir quietly turns the player.
It may look slow because of its large body, but it is actually quite fast.
“Have a nice trip!”
“It was fun!”
“See you again!”
Below, Norse warriors waved their hands.
The two who were dueling are now arm in arm.
Anyway, it’s a sentiment that’s hard to sympathize with and a personality that’s hard to understand.
When you try to take Skidbladnir like a yamche, you treat me like a brother because we fought together.
He shook his head once and buried himself in the captain’s seat.
It is about a thousand kilometers from the Bigrid Plain to Stockholm.
It’s quick if you take the Red Cougar, but it takes almost a whole day to get there by Skidbladnir.
“Let’s call it a sky boat.”
He blurted out a word.
The magic spirit understood my words perfectly.
[Yes. I will name Skidbladnir the Skyship.]
It’s too long. My tongue is getting tangled.
One night passed and the next morning.
After what felt like a long voyage, we arrived in Stockholm.
I would have folded it and put it in my pocket and come here faster if I had taken the Red Cougar, but I took the Sky Boat on purpose.
Because I was tired too.
I slept very soundly in the cabin on the ship.
“Huh?”
“What is that?”
“It’s an airship!”
“No! Airships aren’t that big!”
“Isn’t that an aircraft carrier?”
“No way! What kind of aircraft carrier looks like that? It looks like an old ship!”
“I guess it’s made of wood?”
“What kind of tree is that?”
Is it because it’s flying low?
I could hear the citizens talking.
To be exact, the magic spirit was interpreting.
I repeat, I don’t know Norwegian.
[Stop! Stop!]
Reinforced soldiers with steel wings spread flew in.
[Reveal your identity! Why have you come to the Grand Palace in Stockholm!]
Hey, is there no identification code?
I thought it was replaced by a red cougar because it was under the control of a magic spirit.
I had no choice but to show my face.
“Thank you for your hard work. I am Kim Jeon-sa, an honorary knight of the Order of Thor who has been granted permission to stay.”
“Kim Jeon Sa?”
“Ah, the Guardian of the Stigmata?”
Did that nickname spread this far?
I nodded awkwardly.
“That’s right.”
“her…….”
“What is this ship? The computer says you only brought one flying car.”
“Brought from the Bigrid Plains.”
“The Bigrid Plains?”
“Surely not, Skidbladnir?”
The reinforcement soldiers looked at me and the sky ship in turns with surprised faces.
The expression on his face changes completely.
With an envious look on his face.
“I know that Skidbladnir can change size. Make it small and use it in the Grand Palace.”
“It’s too big now. It’s blocking traffic.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Ha, Skidbladnir… … .”
“I thought it was something out of a myth.”
The reinforcements created a temporary identification number and assigned it to me.
Then, the light cannons and missile batteries that were aiming this way slowly turn their heads.
If I had known this would happen, I would have just folded it.
It’s not too late.
I held onto the wall of the Sky Boat and pretended to fold it like a paper airplane.
Then, the ship, which was larger than the Namitsu-class aircraft carrier, folded up into a size that fit perfectly in my hand.
“wow!”
“Hey!”
A mouth that opens wide like a gourd.
I feel embarrassed because I feel like I’m bragging about this for nothing.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
Leaving those words behind, he drove the Red Cougar into the Grand Palace.
A city built across the sky and the earth, the Grand Palace.
My destination was the city center.
More precisely, the Great Hall.
It is connected to the sub-dimensional Asgard, and is where the Holy Father of the Church of Thor resides at the entrance and the God of Lightning Thor resides at the deepest part.
“Your Majesty? How may I help you?”
As you enter the main hall, a receptionist in a suit smiles brightly.
I held out my honorary knight badge.
“I have come to see the greatest lightning.”
The receptionist’s gaze changed at those words.
The greatest lightning.
Because it is a title referring to the lightning god Thor.
“Excuse me. Do you have a meeting date scheduled?”
“No. I didn’t catch it separately.”
I can feel the receptionist’s gaze.
The attitude of wanting to meet Thor, God, and asking if he could meet him.
That’s worth it.
In order to worship a god, you need to reach level 7, and you also need to accumulate a huge amount of contribution to the relevant sect.
It’s level 6?
Contribution points haven’t accumulated?
The cut is made at the receptionist level, let alone the Pope.
“uh…….”
But the receptionist’s eyes wavered as she typed on the keyboard.
Personal information recorded on the Honor Knight Badge.
The contribution shown there will be beyond imagination.
There are six ways to overcome stigmata that I have taught you.
However, I heard that it was of great help to the Guardians of the Great Labyrinth and the Order of Thor.
These days, they are actively researching additional methods of overcoming the problem, and are actually producing results.
“6, you’re level 6?”
“yes.”
“My lord, I am truly sorry, but you must be at least level 7 to see the greatest lightning. Level 6 is great and amazing, but do you know what happens when a human is exposed to divinity without protection?”
“It’s okay. I came prepared.”
“There is a problem that can be solved by preparing… … Oh my!”
The receptionist immediately closed her mouth.
Because of the flower bud I showed you.
If you were a receptionist at the Thor Church’s main temple, you would have had this much experience.
Especially if it’s something closely related to Norse mythology.
“I will report to the bishop in charge. I am sorry, but we also have our own procedures.”
“Yes. I’ll wait.”
“Would you like to come this way? There is a lounge prepared for VVIPs like the knights.”
It was inside Asgard.
I was guided to the direct elevator, and the dimensional elevator took me to the sub-dimensional Asgard.
The world above the sky.
Thin air. Rich magic. Pale clouds.
In a hut nestled high on a mountain peak, I was treated to a cup of honey tea.
‘Is this alcohol or tea?’
One thing is certain.
It was made by mixing nectar.
As soon as I put it in my mouth, I felt like my body and mind were awakened together.
“Haha, a distinguished guest has arrived.”
An old man climbed the mountain peak.
An old man wearing rough robes, like those worn by a medieval monk.
His unkempt gray beard is tangled and his bald head is shiny and blue.
I came to my senses when I saw the old man.
An old man whose only content in the game was one illustration and a few lines of dialogue.
But his position in this world was by no means easy.
“I see the Pope.”
Let’s greet each other politely. The old man, the Pope of the Order of Thor, smiles kindly.
“Haha. You’re just an old man waiting for your day to die. Rest in peace, rest in peace.”
“I was surprised. I heard I was going to see the Archbishop.”
“That’s the original procedure. I can’t meet all the pilgrims myself. However, I waited for the crows to come and cry in the morning, thinking that a welcome guest would come.”
Are there crows in Asgard?
I turned my gaze absentmindedly.
Caw!
Beyond the mountain peak.
Two large crows sitting on a tall tree flew up.
One-eyed crow.
Probably Hugin and Munin.
After Odin died in Ragnarok, he lived in Thor’s court and it seems he passed on the prophecy to the Pope.
“I heard you wanted to see the greatest lightning. You even took up mistletoe. Isn’t that a bit too hasty of a decision?”
The Pope looks at me and asks.
A transcendent gaze.
The stern gaze seemed as if it would pierce through me.
The Pope is also level 8.
If the Thor Cult had been even a little interested in the Korean peninsula, and if they hadn’t focused solely on the Great Labyrinth, they would have been in the 7th class, not the 12th class.
I steeled myself and answered.
“I want to become stronger.”
“Heh heh. Aren’t you strong enough now?”
“I must become stronger quickly. Your Holiness, don’t you know what the old Father’s Sect thinks of me?”
The Pope’s eyes became profound.
“If that’s your concern, how about getting a tattoo and becoming a full-fledged knight? Your Majesty has all the qualifications. Both in skill and contribution. If you join, I will give you the title of Senior Knight Commander and the title of Count of Sweden, and I will support the treasures of the sect.”
Senior Knight Commander.
Count’s title.
The treasure of the church.
It is a reward that would make an ordinary person’s eyes roll back.
But I shook my head.
If you were thinking of affiliating somewhere, you should have joined the Eastern Army a long time ago.
Or you can take the suggestion of the Sun Tower.
There was also a way to accept Seong Hee-young’s proposal.
“I’m sorry. I want to stand alone.”
“Tsk tsk. You’re choosing the difficult path over the easy one.”
“I don’t want to limit my potential anymore.”
“Well, it is the hands who make history. Just like the heroes who led the old wars of destruction. I understand. Let’s pretend it never happened. But please remember it. You never know when or how people’s affairs will change, right?”
“Thank you for your consideration.”
“Let’s go. The greatest lightning is waiting.”
The Pope got up and turned around.
Step into the air without a care.
Looking closely, a faint rainbow stretched from the mountain peak all the way to the distant sky.
At the end, a magnificent palace can be seen.
Valhalla.
The eternal court of war where warriors who died in battle go.
“Wahahaha!”
“Hahahaha!”
“Fight!”
“Kill him!”
A loud noise can be heard from far away.
Just as I crossed the rainbow bridge, the thick wooden door suddenly split open.
Did anyone come out to greet me?
No it wasn’t.
A warrior wearing a bear skin and a warrior wearing scale armor were fighting each other until they broke down the door and burst out.
“Get out of here! You son of a bitch!”
“Better than a cuckoo father! You are the one who is going to die!”
Both are level 7.
With one punch, the sky shook and the clouds tore apart.
Although his gaze was briefly stolen, the Pope looked familiar.
“It’s full of energy, isn’t it? You’ll get used to it after coming here a few times.”
“It’s different from what I imagined.”
“Haha. A solemn atmosphere doesn’t suit Valhalla. When the most violent men in history gather together, there’s bound to be bloodshed and commotion.”
Excuse me, Your Holiness?
Why is your choice of words so poor?
We passed a huge banquet hall.
The Einherjar in Valhalla were noisy, rude, dirty, vulgar, and utterly barbaric.
Like the prejudice that comes to mind when thinking of Vikings.
He drank mead, wetting his beard, devoured pork, and swung his fists and kicked others when he felt like it.
As I walked through the banquet hall, I must have seen hundreds of warriors fighting, blood splattering.
“It’s over there.”
The Pope pointed to the golden door at the end of the banquet hall.
“When the electric light flashes, use the mistletoe immediately. Don’t hesitate even for a second. If you do, your hand will die.”
I swallowed.
He walked forward holding a blood-red flower in his hand.
Squeak.
Open the golden door and go in.
As the door closed, silence came as if it were a lie.
A quaint office.
A place that looks like the office of a human nobleman, not a god.
Knock, knock.
The electricity started to pop.
Quickly activate Mistiltein’s Regret.
A shadow appeared as if a hazy curtain was enveloping me.
A gigantic figure.
A beard that stretches out like a pine cone.
Sharp eyes.
A genuine Mjolnir hanging from a magic belt.
It was Thor.
The god of thunder, Thor, looked at me and made a strange sound.
“hmm.”
Then, without a second thought, he dropped the bomb.
“Nice to meet you. From another world.”
