Asgard, the control center of the Bifrost.
The guardian Heimdall stood silently like a sculpture that had never changed in thousands of years, giant sword in hand.
But at this moment, his golden eyes—eyes that could see through the Nine Realms and perceive all—were filled with turbulent waves that could not be calmed.
Following Odin's orders, he had been monitoring Nidavellir.
From Lucci directing Eitri to improve Uru forging, to deriving the shocking "Uru Dimensional Ascension Formula," to drastically modifying the Stormbreaker blueprint…
He had seen it all clearly.
And now, when the new Stormbreaker was born, the towering pillar of energy that rose into the sky—so powerful it seemed it could shake the Nine Realms—made his heart tremble even more.
Even across endless void, he could sense the terrifying power contained within that battle axe.
It was power capable of tearing the cosmos apart.
But all of that shock still paled compared to what he heard next—
The conversation between Lucci and Eitri.
"…It's passable, but I don't like it… Give it to Thor."
When Heimdall heard that, his heart stopped for several seconds.
"Passable"?
Calling a "King of Artifacts"—strong enough to rival or even surpass the Eternal Spear—"passable"?
And then tossing it away like an unwanted toy… giving it to Prince Thor?
Heimdall felt his worldview being shattered, rebuilt, and shattered again by Lucci in the span of a short time.
After the shock, he immediately grasped the importance of the matter.
This wasn't merely forging an artifact.
This displayed Prince Lucci's vision and power—reaching a level even Odin could not measure.
Fearing the slightest negligence, he reported everything he had seen and heard in Nidavellir to Odin in the distant Hall of the God-King through divine linkage.
"Your Majesty, something extraordinary has happened in Nidavellir."
"Under Prince Lucci's guidance, Eitri personally forged a new 'Stormbreaker'… It has been born."
In the Hall of the God-King, Odin—who had been resting with closed eyes—slowly opened his one remaining eye.
"Oh? It's finished."
His voice was calm, but anticipation stirred in his heart.
"Yes, Your Majesty. Its power… far exceeds imagination."
"From what I observed, it already seems able to split space, self-heal, and… even summon the Bifrost."
Heimdall's voice carried a hoarse dryness.
"What?"
Odin shot upright on his throne, light bursting from his single eye.
Split space? Summon the Bifrost?!
That completely surpassed his understanding of weapons!
Since when did that old man Eitri have such capabilities?
Wait…
It was Lucci's guidance!
Odin's heartbeat accelerated.
"And, Your Majesty…" Heimdall hesitated as if choosing his words. "Prince Lucci… did not seem satisfied with the Stormbreaker."
"Not satisfied?"
Odin was stunned. How could he not be satisfied with such a powerful artifact?
"Yes. Eitri originally wanted to offer the Stormbreaker to Prince Lucci, but His Highness said it was only 'something to make do with,' disliked it, and decided… to give it to Prince Thor."
"HAHAHAH—!"
Odin couldn't hold back. His breathing faltered, and he nearly burst out laughing.
He was shocked, then blank, and finally an indescribable sense of relief surged up from the depths of his heart!
The Stormbreaker—of course he knew of it!
That dwarf king Eitri had a personality like a rock in a pit: foul, stubborn, and unbelievably stingy.
Over the past several centuries, Eitri had repeatedly boasted before Odin about how powerful and perfect the Stormbreaker blueprint was—how it was his life's masterpiece.
Odin had been deeply tempted. After all, Thor was brave in battle, but… not the brightest.
So Odin had tried many times to hint, and sometimes even playfully ask Eitri for the design, hoping the dwarves would forge it for Thor.
And the result?
That miserly ghost Eitri hid the blueprint like a baby every time—never allowing it to be given, not even letting Odin take a second look!
"It's for the future God-King," Eitri always said. "The time isn't right yet!"
Odin had been furious enough to want to grab it by force more than once.
And now?
After hundreds of years of guarding his treasure, Eitri finally offered it—only for Odin's youngest son, Lucci.
And the key point—
The youngest still looked down on it!
Calling it "passable" and tossing it to Thor!
Odin felt like laughing until his heart burst.
He forced his mouth into a dignified line to preserve the majesty of the God-King, but inside he was already cackling madly:
"Eitri! Eitri! Keep being stingy! Keep hiding it!"
"In the end, doesn't this Stormbreaker still fall into Asgard's hands?"
"And it's been strengthened—upgraded—evolved dozens, hundreds of times beyond the original version!"
"And most importantly, my son doesn't even like it!"
"Far cooler than taking it by force!"
Odin felt the gloom he had suffered under Eitri for thousands of years vanish in an instant.
Leaning back on his throne, eyes bright with delight, his affection for Lucci deepened further.
This child wasn't just powerful—his vision was terrifyingly high.
But if he didn't even care for the Stormbreaker…
What kind of artifact did he want?
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Bonus chapter at 100 PS