Players’ NPC daddy.

“It’s not a big deal.” Hela shook her head, indicating that she didn’t want to cause any trouble for Blaze. She emphasized, “I’m just reminding you that you still have some relatively important things to do in Helheim.”

"Well, I don't have anything else to say. You can go."

But your feet don't seem to indicate that.

Blaze looked at Hela's bare feet and then at Hela's face speechlessly. Some people are inferior to what they appear on the inside, but Hela is inferior to her in every way.

"I think that soon, when World City is completed, the first Olympus Games will be held. Do you want Helm to participate?"

“How can the world of the dead set foot in the world of the living?” Hela shook her head and turned her face away.

"But if you insist on an invitation, I, the goddess of death Hela, the mistress of the underworld of Helheim, once one of the branches of the world tree, cannot refuse you, the third-generation King of Asgard and the second-generation Fenrir."

Although there was a hint of disgust in her tone, Hela's bare feet, no longer hesitant, proved that she did not reluctantly accept the proposal. Of course, whether it was really related to the proposal of the Olympus Games was unknown.

In short, Blazer finally read the atmosphere and realized that he could leave now.

As soon as he walked out of the palace gate, Blaze looked at the butler Gunrat and the maid Gunraot on both sides of the gate.

"Why don't you give her shoes?"

Because that would be so meaningless.

If that's the case, it won't be long before Hela has a wall of beautiful shoes.

The maid Gunraot tried hard to open her eyes a little.

"Lord Blaze, do you know the saying that serving a king is like serving a tiger?"

"I've heard of it before."

"Do you think Lord Hela is a good-tempered monarch?"

"Well, probably not." Blaze pondered for a moment and shook his head helplessly. Hela actually had a bad temper.

"As the only two servants of Lord Hela, are we in danger at all times? Only by accurately guessing the monarch's inner thoughts can we keep ourselves safe." The maid Gunraot got to the point.

"It seems so."

Blaze walked away carrying the True Sun Chariot Armor with a confused look on his face.

What the maid Gunlaot said seemed to be right, but also seemed wrong. However, since the maid Gunlaot was doing it for her own safety, then it was right.

The maid Gunlaot breathed a sigh of relief. When she turned around, she saw Hela looking down at her quietly from behind the palace gate that was only a crack open.

But Hela just glanced at her, turned around and returned to the throne, without mentioning putting on her shoes.

This person is a master at pretending to be confused!

Chapter 1943 Tomorrow Will Never Come

When the True Sun Chariot fell to the ground with a thud, the weapon in the hand of the dwarf standing quietly in the corner also slipped and fell to the ground.

The Dwarf Kingdom did not usher in glory and dawn, but disappeared in the terrible darkness.

Before Blaze could say anything, Marika rushed over and hugged him. The red-haired girl was as hot as a ball of fire, but it was just right for him.

"Did you win?" Marika closed her eyes and buried her face in Blaze's neck.

“Not lost.”

Blaze spread his hands and said that winning was a bit arrogant. Although Balder was not that good, the omniscience he gained through sacrifice was real.

The future that is glimpsed by omniscience will inevitably come true. Bad things will come true, and good things will also come true.

Balder saw that in the future he would become a god and the ruler of the new world. Such a future would definitely come true. Being defeated now did not mean that he would never win.

But ten or twenty years may pass in a flash, but tomorrow will always be tomorrow, no matter how long it takes.

As long as you still think about doing something tomorrow but don’t start taking action today, tomorrow will always be tomorrow.

If you can't reach a victorious tomorrow, you will never win.

If Balder starts working hard from now on, while he starts being idle, indulging in debauchery and enjoying life from now on, then Balder will be successful in about a thousand years.

But how is this possible?

This is not the arrogance of thinking that you can defeat fate, but the confidence that comes from living every day seriously.

Destiny is absolute and equal. Everything is clearly priced in the dark. It gives Balder the supreme status of becoming a god and the ruler of the new world, so Balder must make corresponding efforts.

There is no meaning in simply suffering. If Balder had gained something step by step from Hela's inhumane torture day after day, even if it was terrible endurance or perseverance, he would not have knelt on the ground and wailed so easily, nor would he have collapsed so easily.

If Balder had this level of patience and willpower, he would really find it difficult, and this battle of doomed death would become extremely long. Unfortunately, in the short period of less than a year, Balder chose to give up and escape, treating everything that is happening now as a memory of the past. Naturally, he cannot even obtain the skills to resist attacks.

After all, the so-called inevitable fate is nothing but a natural result with clear cause and effect. Omniscience only shows the result in advance, but it is only a result after all. The cause as a seed must be planted in the soil, watered and fertilized, and carefully cared for in order to grow, bloom and bear fruit.

In the past, when Balder faced the inevitable death told by fate, he still knew to resist desperately. He betrayed Odin and took the title of One-Eye, killed the dwarves, and cursed the dwarves. He did all kinds of bad things, but this did delay the arrival of his destined death for countless years. In the end, he even died because he thought he could gain eternity in Valhalla after dying in battle, so he gave up resistance and chose to commit suicide.

However, when faced with the good news told by fate that he would ascend the throne, he did not take any action and just waited for things to take their course. Then he could only continue to cultivate the cause that served as the seed until the cause sprouted, bloomed, and bore fruit.

Blaze will not be like Odin, who deliberately avoids this fate and targets every link in fate, which results in him personally causing the inevitable consequences. He just needs to live his own life well.

Live a hard-working life, be a good person who doesn't mind other people's business, insist on eating three meals a day, train seriously to keep your body healthy, and when the destined death comes again, it will not be that he has resisted fate, but that the destined person has not worked hard enough, is not strong enough, and the time has not come for him to bear fruit.

"Don't worry, he can never beat me." Blaze put his arm around Marika's waist, buried his face in Marika's red hair, and comforted her softly.

"By the way, how long can you maintain this state? It's so hard."

Marika is still in the state of a dragon man. Because her height has shrunk, the lost height has turned into exaggerated body curves, but this has not made Marika's body softer. Instead, it has become too hard.

It is true that the girl's skin is as smooth as silk and her muscles are as soft as dumplings, but the ancient dragon's scales are not to be underestimated and have strong defensive power.

Moreover, the layer of ancient dragon scales on Marika's surface was actually formed by the external petrification caused by her dwarven bloodline. For Marika herself, it was a close-fitting armor as thin as skin, but for Blaze, it was a real weapon. When Marika pounced on him, he heard a thud from his ribs.

Marika's expression changed. Although she promised Blaze that she would change back, she didn't say when it would be done. She liked her current height, but she didn't expect such a huge mistake to happen.

It's not just hard, but the body is completely wrapped in ancient dragon scales without any gaps. Except for the face, it is impossible to peel off other parts of the body as they are completely tightly attached to the skin.

These scales will not fall off unless the boiling blood of the ancient dragon is calmed.

"Damn it, the world is unpredictable."

Marika sighed helplessly, and as she exhaled a breath of foul air, her hot body seemed to cool down. Her long golden-red hair returned to the red color of the flames, and the silver-gray scales on her surface lost their activity. Some of them shattered and fell off, while others shifted and reassembled to become armor again. Her body also grew taller in the process.

Looking at Blaze who was leaning against her chest again, Marika sighed. It would be good to grow up to be a reliable adult to support others, but it would be difficult to rely on others in return.

She sincerely thought that Herbie's size was very good, small and cute, looking weak and in need of protection, but able to hold up half the sky at critical moments. This contrast was very good.

"Um……"

Blaze looked at Marika and frowned. Marika had returned to normal, but it was strange that she had returned to normal. Such a huge change as the awakening of the ancient dragon's blood could not have left no trace at all.

The most obvious one is the blessing. He can identify the status of most people, including Marika's, but there is no evidence of the awakening of the ancient dragon's blood in Marika's blessing.

"Don't you feel anything special?"

Marika shook her head. She didn't try to be stubborn. There was no benefit in hiding it.

"Maybe Lisa knows what's going on."

"Lisa?"

"The dragon I contracted is an ancient dragon."

Chapter 1944: The Empty Shell of Asgard

Although Blaze really wanted to find the ancient dragon named Lisa right now to understand Marika's special condition, there were more important things at the moment.

Blaze came to the dwarves who produced leather armor. These were the last dwarves who were resisting in the dwarf kingdom.

They really didn't do anything until he showed up with the True Sun Chariot Armor. This could be considered foolish or straightforward, depending on the outcome.

Anyway, for Blaze, he returned unscathed, and he occupied the dwarf kingdom at the lowest cost. Except for the dwarves who resisted stubbornly, the other dwarves were basically unscathed. This was a great victory, so these dwarves were honest.

Of course, it would be foolish to say that it was these dwarves who were causing trouble and causing casualties.

"So what are you going to do?" Blaze twisted his wrist. "If you plan to continue fighting me, then I will respect your choice and give you the chance to fight for the Dwarf Kingdom until the last moment."

To be honest, the battle with Balder's destined death was more like a warm-up than a battle. All the moves learned before were reviewed, and muscles that were not usually used were also strengthened.

Now his whole body was in a strange sour and refreshing feeling, and his body became lighter and more agile.

After all, super mobile sandbags like Balder that are indestructible and can repair themselves infinitely are rare.

If any of the dwarves choose to continue fighting, he will meet the other party's demands and have a good fight. Of course, it is best to choose not to fight.

Unfortunately, the remaining dwarves chose to continue fighting. They picked up weapons on the ground and attacked Blaze fearlessly.

Blaze sighed helplessly and showed no mercy. Amaterasu appeared behind him, and the sun's light enveloped the dwarf warriors. They stopped fighting for the Dwarf Kingdom forever.

As he had previously announced, all dwarves involved in this incident were petrified.

After defeating the remaining warriors of the Dwarf Kingdom, things will be much easier to handle.

The ordinary dwarves did not resist and obediently registered with the god Grem sent by Jasmine. They officially became members of the Kingdom of Asgard, enjoyed all the rights that normal Asgardians should have, and were given the right to receive forging training.

This promise brought light to the eyes of most of the dwarves.

Ordinary dwarves just don't have the talent for forging, but that doesn't mean they don't love forging. As a natural forging race, dwarves take pleasure in giving metal life and soul, just like birds flying in the sky and fish swimming in the water.

Even if they can't forge any top-level artifacts, just ordinary weapons will make them happy.

But after being cursed by Balder, the dwarves entered a doomsday state for the dwarves.

In the apocalypse, only dwarves with great forging talent are qualified to use ore for forging. Ordinary dwarves can only work as miners to dig ore, and private forging is prohibited.

In the face of resource scarcity, the Dwarf Kingdom does not allow resources to be wasted on low-level equipment.

In a sense, the system of the Dwarf Kingdom did the same thing as Balder did. Balder cut off the dwarves' heads, and the Dwarf Kingdom cut off the dwarves' legs.

Blazer didn't care whether the untalented dwarves would waste materials when forging iron. After all, it was a product of the dwarven craftsmanship. If it couldn't be made into weapons, it could be turned into farm tools. If farm tools weren't enough, it could be turned into iron fences. If that didn't work, it could be beaten into marbles or bullets. They would always be useful.

After about 10,000 dwarves became citizens of Asgard, it also triggered Jasmine's warning that Asgard might not have enough food.

Dwarves need to eat, and because their bodies are as muscular as those of the Giants, or even more muscular, they eat even more.

Ordinary dwarves now look malnourished because there is not much edible food underground, and they are isolated and do not trade with the outside world, so food is always insufficient.

However, the Dwarf Kingdom will not stop providing food and will even force ordinary dwarves to engage in physically demanding mining activities. But conversely, don't expect to get any good food in this situation, as those things will definitely not be available in the future anyway. Therefore, the food for more than 10,000 ordinary dwarves will become Asgard's most pressing issue.

Only then did Blaze realize that although Asgard looked magnificent, it was actually just an empty shell.

The economy was supported by [Hermes's Travel Hat] reluctantly for his sake, and the people there were a group of high-altitude atomic civilians who had been isolated from the world for countless years and heroic warriors who could do nothing but loot and smash things.

It has such a vast land, but without even a few roads, and its level of development is probably not as good as that of the Dwarf Kingdom.

So far, all of Asgard's food comes from the resurrected divine pigs in Valhalla and the [Hermes's Traveling Hat], and none of it is produced from its own territory.

Blaze suddenly realized that he might have to seriously participate in the Olympus Games.

He hadn't thought too much about it before, and was casual about whether to participate or not. This Olympus Games, which replaced war with competition, was for the development of those villages and towns, and had nothing to do with Asgard.

But now it seems that Asgard also needs poverty alleviation.

A sense of urgency arose spontaneously. If he remembered correctly, in order to prevent large kingdoms from monopolizing the Olympus Games, registration for the Games could only be based on towns, villages, and cities. The more gathering places within the kingdom, the more benefits could be gained from the Olympus Games, so each kingdom was busy expanding its village units.

Asgard... only has one royal city. Even if you count the Dwarf Kingdom and the eight lords, there are only ten participating units. As for the other kingdoms, the three major kingdoms have at least hundreds of them. Because of the complex structure of the territory of the third kingdom, there can be about a thousand of them if they are dismantled.

In comparison, Asgard is bare, no different from a commander without troops, but the population cannot explode all at once, and he cannot specially separate more than 10,000 ordinary dwarves and arrange them in Asgard for this matter.

Blaze covered it and sighed softly.

Either he accepts his fate and gives up on relying on the Olympus Games to develop Asgard, or the ten participating units in Asgard participate in all the competitions, pass the preliminaries, and at least enter the top 32.

Only in this way can we obtain as much human and material resources as possible from the Olympus Games to develop the territory of Asgard.

Chapter 1945 Post-War Settlement

Asgard's development problems are a small matter compared to the problems of the Dwarf Kingdom, but small things are troublesome and cannot be solved with fists.

It's true that as soon as one problem is solved, the next one comes. However, some problems bring world-class troubles, while some problems bring a prosperous future.

What happens in the future will be recorded in Jasmine's memo. What we need to do now is to bring this incident to a close.

The moment Blaze stood on top of the mobile kingdom, riding a chicken and raising Gungnir towards the sky, the war against the Dwarf Kingdom came to an end amid the cheers of the Heroic Warriors.

After that, it was time to deal with various affairs within the Dwarf Kingdom.

Among them, the one with the second highest value after the Sun Chariot is the Mobile Kingdom of Svartalfaheim itself. Although it stopped moving during the battle, it is still a LV500 magical creation and its value is immeasurable.

The mobile kingdom of Svartalfaheim is managed by Jasmine. Unfortunately, it is currently impossible to control the mobile kingdom like a mobile fortress. The scale is too large, and the mobile kingdom can only be controlled by using magic technology.