I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 208 Reforging the Divine Robe

Loki's steps were unsteady as he emerged from the heavy golden doors of Asgard.

He subconsciously glanced back into the hall; Odin was still sitting on his throne, his single eye flashing with an emotion he couldn't decipher.

The content of that conversation was still buzzing in his mind.

"Your Majesty, are we—really waiting in Asgard?"

Loki's voice held an unusual hesitation.

He had always prided himself on his cunning and composure, but the truth revealed in Ye Feng's conversation with Odin shattered all his understanding of the universe like a hammer blow.

Ye Feng turned his head to look at him.

"Are you doubting yourself?"

Ye Feng asked.

Loki remained silent for a few seconds, his fingers unconsciously stroking the cuffs of his robe.

"It would be a lie to say there is absolutely none."

"Given the scale you've described, our chances of winning seem almost nonexistent."

He eventually admitted it.

"It's really not high."

"But what do you want to do? Surrender? Quietly wait to be harvested?"

Ye Feng did not deny it. He strode towards the Rainbow Bridge, the hem of his robe brushing silently across the smooth ground.

Loki followed in his footsteps, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Listen, Loki."

"My very existence is a variable, a variable that doesn't exist within this multiverse's timeline. This means I can bring about change, real change."

Ye Feng stopped in front of the archway leading to the Rainbow Bridge and turned to face him.

His gaze was sharp as a knife: "If I fail, and this universe is restarted by the time prison once again, then unfortunately, you will turn back into the Loki you used to be."

"Loki, blinded by jealousy and anger, consumed by narrow ambition."

Loki paused slightly.

I chose you, not because you are so much better than others.

"It's because you're smart, proud, and capable of seeing a bigger picture. You just haven't found the right direction and lack enough motivation."

Ye Feng continued, his tone carrying a rare frankness.

"Now I've given you the direction, and I've also given you the motivation."

"Whether you fight to the death or wait to be brought back to square one, the choice is in your hands."

Ye Feng concluded.

Loki stood still, the wind at the entrance to the Rainbow Bridge ruffling his long black hair.

He recalled his past self: lurking in the shadows, plotting ridiculous schemes, fighting amongst himself for a mere title and the throne, believing he could manipulate everyone at will—

Those memories now fill him with a profound sense of shame.

"I see."

"Where do we go next?"

Loki raised his head, the confusion in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a sharp glint.

"Nidaville".

"I have a favor to ask King Etri."

Ye Feng said.

The rainbow bridge flashed.

When their vision cleared again, they were standing on a giant star ring surrounded by a starry sky.

Nidavellir.

The dwarves' forging sanctuary, the birthplace of all legendary weapons in the Nine Realms.

The fiery star is surrounded by an intricate ring structure, becoming an inexhaustible source of energy.

"Loki?"

A loud, bell-like voice rang out.

King Etri, the dwarf, descended from a high platform, his massive body casting a huge shadow in the glow of the forging fire.

His gaze swept over Loki, then landed on Ye Feng, his thick eyebrows slightly raised.

"How strange. Have you finally decided to forge your own divine weapon?"

"Tell me, what kind of weapon do you want? A sword? A staff? Or—"

Ete said to Loki, his tone carrying the straightforwardness typical of dwarves.

"It wasn't me."

"It's this one—His Majesty Ye Feng has something to discuss with you."

Loki stepped aside to let Ye Feng pass.

When Ai Cui heard the title "Your Majesty," his expression became noticeably more serious.

He looked Ye Feng over again, and his eyes, which could discern the materials of all things, quickly caught the anomaly.

The energy fluctuations emanating from this person were peculiar, unlike either the divine power of Asgard or any magical source he was familiar with.

And it even allowed Loki to use such a respectful title—

"Your Majesty Ye Feng."

"The dwarven kingdom of Nidavellar welcomes you. How may I help you?"

Ai Cui's attitude became much more formal.

Ye Feng did not answer immediately.

He looked around and saw hundreds of dwarven craftsmen busy at work in the huge forging workshop.

Some were refining luminous metals, others were carving runes, and further away, the famous Star Forge was spewing flames capable of melting planets.

"I would like to ask you to recast something."

Ye Feng finally spoke.

His mind stirred slightly.

The next second, a dazzling light emanated from him.

Loki and Etrigue both narrowed their eyes.

It was a suit of armor they had never seen before, like a living work of art: a streamlined golden body, shoulder armor that spread out like wings, a gem embedded in the breastplate that seemed to contain a nebula, and joints designed with a precision that surpassed even the most complex mechanical structures of the dwarves.

Even more astonishing is the energy field it emits.

Its mere existence caused a subtle distortion in the surrounding air, and the flames in the forging workshop tilted slightly in this direction.

"By the gods—"

"What is this—what material is this? I've never seen anything like it before—"

"Aitley murmured, and he involuntarily took a few steps forward, his eyes wide open as if they were about to pop out of their sockets."

He reached out his hand, then stopped mid-air with restraint, turning his head to look at Ye Feng with a questioning gaze.

"You can touch it."

Ye Feng said.

Etri carefully touched the surface of the arm armor with his finger.

In that instant, he recoiled as if burned, an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Is it responding to me?"

"This metal—its energy conductivity is even higher than that of Uru Divine Steel."

The dwarf king said in shock.

"It's called Mysterious Metal."

"It comes from a special place. It can absorb energy, adapt to the environment, and even change its own physical properties to some extent."

Ye Feng explained.

Ai Cui circled around Ye Feng, making various exclamations and puzzled sounds.

Finally, he stopped, shook his head, and said in a tone of heartache that comes from a craftsman seeing materials wasted: "If I may be so bold, Your Majesty, this armor—is severely undervalued."

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean?"

"Look here, and here too."

"The design concept is still the conventional protection principle. It can indeed absorb energy and adapt to the environment, but that's about it."

Etri pointed to the junction of the breastplate and shoulder armor.

The dwarf king gestured wildly in the air, growing increasingly agitated as he spoke: "The real divine artifact isn't like this!"

"Odin's Gungnir, Thor's Mjolnir—these weapons are bound to their masters' souls and resonate with divine power. They grow, they evolve, and they push their limits alongside their masters in battle."

He pointed to the divine garment: "And yours, to be honest, is more like—a very advanced technological product."

"It's powerful, its materials are amazing, but it lacks soul. Theoretically, it can be mass-produced once the technology is mastered. This is not the destiny that a divine artifact should have."

Ye Feng listened quietly, his face showing no displeasure, but rather a thoughtful expression.

What the other party said was indeed correct. This divine garment was essentially a product created by Reed and Doom using technology.

"So, can you recast it?"

He asked the most crucial question.

Etri stroked his thick beard and fell into deep thought.

He walked back to the worktable, grabbed a slate used for recording, and quickly sketched on it with a charcoal pencil.

Lines and runes gradually covered the stone slab; sometimes he would erase them and start over, and sometimes he would pause for a long time.

The entire workshop fell silent.

The dwarven craftsmen were still working, but their attention was clearly focused on this area.

A forging commission that Etri takes so seriously might only come once every few decades.

"Can."

"But it will take a long time. Nidavellir has never cast this type of armor before, and none of the existing molds are suitable. This means we have to build it entirely by hand and redesign it from the basic structure."

Etri finally spoke, raising his head, his eyes burning with fire—

That's the excitement a craftsman feels when facing the ultimate challenge.

"How long will it take?"

"At least one month."

"This is just a preliminary estimate. And your full involvement will be required throughout the recasting process."

"The soul imprint and divine power infusion of the artifact can only be done by you. We dwarves are only responsible for giving it form."

"Aitley said."

Ye Feng nodded.

A month is nothing in his long-term plan.

He doesn't need the divine armor yet. Even without its enhancement, his power is comparable to that of god-kings like Odin and Zeus.

A month is no problem at all.

"if----"

"And what about adding this?"

Ye Feng spoke slowly, and a flash of light appeared in his hand, revealing a golden spear that seemed to materialize out of thin air.

Gungnir.

The moment the Eternal Spear appeared, all the forging flames in Nidavellir momentarily froze.

After the deal was struck, Odin handed the artifact over to Ye Feng.

Aitrey's slate fell to the ground with a clatter.

He opened his mouth, looking at Gungnir, then at Ye Feng.

"You—you mean—"

"To forge Gungnir—into a divine weapon to complement this armor?"

Ettrium's voice even changed tone.

Is that possible?

Ettri took a deep breath and bent down to pick up the stone slab.

His hands were trembling slightly, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter, a light that was a mixture of fanaticism and awe.

"Maybe—of course it's possible! The branches of the World Tree, the divinity of the Spear of Eternity, plus this mysterious gold—my God, this would be the greatest work of my life—no, one of the greatest works in the history of my people—"

He muttered to himself, his charcoal pencil dancing wildly on the slate.

He suddenly stopped and looked at Ye Feng seriously: "But if we want to fuse with Gungnir, it will take even longer. At least—two months."

"What about Odin's side?"

Ettrium couldn't help but ask.

"Odin must have had his reasons for entrusting Gungnir to His Majesty."

Loki's meaning was clear: this was not a problem he needed to worry about.

Ye Feng stroked the gun barrel of Gungnir.

He could sense the power of the World Tree contained within, a conceptual power that connects the nine realms and permeates everything.

If this characteristic could be incorporated into the divine garment—

"Then let's do it."

"Fuse Gungnir into it and forge a divine weapon exclusively for this divine garment."

He made the decision.

Once the decision to begin forging was made, the entire Nidavellir system began to function like a sophisticated machine.

Aetry gathered twelve master dwarven artisans, each a grandmaster capable of independently crafting legendary weapons.

They formed a circle around the central furnace area, with the design sketches that Eitri had hastily prepared overnight spread out in the middle.

"First, we need to strip away the existing structure of the mysterious metal."

"That adaptability and energy absorption characteristic cannot be lost."

An old dwarf with three braids said his name was Brock and he was the oldest blacksmith in Nidavellir.

"The fusion of Gungnir is the biggest challenge."

"The power of the World Tree is not conventional energy; we need to find a way for rules and matter to coexist."

Another female dwarf master, Hera, pointed to the core area on the sketch.

The meeting lasted a full day.

Ye Feng and Loki listened from the side. Occasionally, Ye Feng would offer some key opinions. His understanding of the mysterious metal far surpassed that of the dwarves, and during the time Gungnir was in his hands, he had also figured out many of its characteristics.

The forging officially began the next morning.

The first step is disassembly.

Ye Feng stood on the platform in front of the Hengxing Furnace, his divine armor automatically peeling off his body and floating in mid-air.

Eitri personally operated a set of sophisticated energy tools, light pliers formed from stellar energy, which could handle the mysterious metal without contact.

"Please sever all connections with it, Your Majesty."

Ai Cui said seriously.

Ye Feng closed his eyes.

He directly severed the connection between divine power and the microcosm.

The divine robe dimmed for a moment, and the flowing golden patterns stopped.

"alright!"

"Brock, control the furnace temperature! Hera, prepare to separate the matrix!"

"Eater said loudly."

The protective shield of the Star Furnace slowly opened.

The terrifying heatwave caused a stinging sensation on the skin even through the energy barrier.

Ye Feng saw that the furnace was a concentrated star matter, emitting a platinum-gold light, bright enough to instantly burn the retina of an ordinary person.

Eitri used his light pliers to pick up the divine garment and sent it into the furnace.

It slowly rotates within the stellar matter, and the structure of its surface begins to loosen, much like ice gradually separating in hot water.

"It's adapting—"

"The temperature exceeded 100,000 degrees Celsius, and not only did it not melt, it was even reorganizing its internal structure?"

Hera stared at the monitoring equipment, her voice filled with amazement.

Ye Feng noticed it too.

Mysterious metals are responding to extreme environments in a peculiar way.

The molecular arrangement of the material is changing, the density is increasing, and some deeper potential is being stimulated by the high temperature and pressure of the star.

The perfect adaptability of this material is on full display at this moment.

Even the highest temperatures could not completely melt the mysterious metal.

After all, the annihilation power within the Phoenix White Heat Chamber is far more terrifying than high temperatures.

"Is it really impossible to even melt this kind of metal?"

King Etrigue the Dwarf didn't expect to get stuck on the very first step.

If there is no way to smelt the mysterious metal.

The subsequent infusion of divine power and soul imprinting would then be impossible to complete.