I never thought I'd find myself here—reincarnated into the palace of Vanaheim, a realm that had seen better days. The kingdom's decline was obvious; Odin, after his conquest of the Nine Realms, had systematically stripped Vanaheim of its talents. The royal family's glory had faded, and the realm teetered on the edge of chaos. And now, here I am—not anyone special, just a regular human with no Goldfinger, no innate ability, no advantage other than this strange, inexplicable second chance at life.
Yet, in the eyes of the court, I am mistaken for a descendant of Njörd, the previous God King. Perhaps fate—or the whims of powerful beings—chose me. Skírnir, the last loyal royal guard, discovered me, and despite knowing my origins, decided I was worthy. Worthy to become the next God King of Vanaheim. I suppose in the realm of gods, sexism is meaningless. Power is all that matters.
The timing of my reincarnation was… less than ideal. I arrived just after the War of the Frost Giants. The kingdom was in turmoil, civil war brewing in the streets, with factions fighting for influence since Njörd's disappearance. And now, as I prepare for the ascension ceremony, I find myself surrounded by some of the most powerful figures in the Nine Realms.
From Asgard, Thor and Loki have arrived, along with their entourage. Knowing Odin, this is likely some grand scheme: a test for his sons, or a calculated attempt to suppress Vanaheim before it can rise again. And of course, Thor is insufferable. Even now, in his youth, he exudes arrogance—looking down on everyone except perhaps his parents and Loki. He's not yet humbled by Earth or battle; he hasn't earned the wisdom that will one day make him a great king. Right now, he's nothing more than a young god whose power eclipses almost everyone in this throne room.
Skírnir, loyal and formidable, stands nearby—but even his unmatched skill cannot compare to Thor's raw divine strength. Odin has no doubt sent Thor to intimidate Vanaheim, to keep it in line. But I refuse to be subjugated. My path begins now, and I have more than just my wits to rely on.
The ceremony begins. I step forward, heart steady, and take my seat upon the throne of Vanaheim. The ritual is long, almost twenty minutes, each moment binding me closer to the realm, linking me to its power, its essence. I feel it—the ancient currents of Vanaheim flowing into me, recognizing me as its sovereign.
And then… my system awakens.
A golden light flashes in my mind, and a sign appears. My first "sign-in" opportunity. Rewards await, multiplied tenfold, and the system seems to hum with anticipation. I take a deep breath and accept it, seated at the center of the throne room, surrounded by gods and warriors alike.
Bing.Sign-in detected. Location: Vanaheim Throne Room. Key figures detected: Loki, Thor, Skírnir.
A rush of power floods through me. My body feels alive in ways I've never known. Knowledge, experience, skill—it all pours into my mind:
Congratulations to the host for acquiring the S-rank reward: The Power of the Vanaheim God King, The Ocean Storm.
I feel the ocean's fury awaken within me, its currents swirling through my very being, granting strength, resilience, and dominion over storms.
Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Beautiful Goddess Appearance.
My body shimmers with allure and grace, radiant, flawless—an embodiment of divinity itself. I can feel eyes drawn to me, respect and awe instinctively following my presence.
Congratulations to the host for acquiring Artoria Pendragon's Battle Experience and Swordsmanship Knowledge.
A torrent of martial prowess floods my mind: thousands of battles, countless techniques, and strategies perfected over centuries. My reflexes, my precision, my ability to anticipate my opponent's every move sharpen instantly.
Congratulations to the host for acquiring the God King Body.
Strength, resilience, speed, and divine endurance. My very form now radiates godhood. Every cell, every muscle, every heartbeat has been elevated to a level beyond mortals and most gods alike.
It's overwhelming. I can feel the power thrumming beneath my skin, ready to be unleashed. Thor glares at me, as if sensing something… different. Loki watches curiously, the slightest smirk curling his lips. Skírnir tightens his stance, loyal and vigilant, yet unsure of this sudden surge of power emanating from the new God King.
I lean back in the throne, letting the knowledge and energy settle into me. Vanaheim is mine now. Its future, its strength, and its fate all belong to me. And with this power… nothing—not even Thor—will stand in my way.
This is only the beginning.