1 Prologue

Alan Jormung had millions of regrets, He regretted not having followed the instructions of the tour guide who took him for a walk in one of the forests of Norway. In the country, he was on holiday at the end of the year.

He regretted having entered that cave without having any tools or cave knowledge, only to be able to get rid of the cold after having spent the entire day in the cave.

He regretted running towards something that looked like water in the middle of the cave and being thrown into the sky by some supernatural force that didn't like him.

He regretted having fallen on top of a man who was crushed to the ground, however, saving Alan's life.

He regretted having eaten Stroganoff for lunch and had vomited it all up looking down. he regretted further defiling the dignity of the man who saved him as a pillow

He regretted everything that led to this disaster

'Ahn, life is so fragile' He thought 'once, you're walking around the house and at the time, you're dead on the ground crushed by a man who fell from the sky

The man's body appeared to be just a shrivelled bladder that emptied all of its contents through its orifices. Alan felt sick to feel the guts and organs running down his body that was on top of the dead man

"King Sweyn, you traitor prepares to die" Shouted a man, He wore steel mail armour and had a sword in his hands "King Sweyn…. Is dead? Who are you?"

Alan looked at the body and then at the man "I have nothing to do with it, it was like that when I arrived"

"You"The man pointed shaking"On top of the king… You killed him!"

With a look of confusion, Alan got up and sat in a chair next to him. He raised his hands in surrender and pointed at the crushed body with a face of crying and fear, almost whimpering, but he had no words to speak so he just pointed

The Man not understanding what Alan meant by pointing his finger at the corpse leaned forward and nodded.

"He is the king!" The man remarked with a growl, "Despite being a traitor"

"King?" He stammered putting his hands over his mouth closing it "Are you sure? My god! Did someone kill the King?"

"Yes, you did!" The man replied with a dry laugh "And he even sat in his chair"

"Which?" Alan asked looking at the chair he sat and realizing it was a throne chair he quickly stood up "Shit wait, I can explain"

"Sit down" The man growled pointing to the throne "I'll talk to you again"

"Yes" Alan whimpered bending down to sit on the floor

"on the throne"

"But,"

"on the throne"

"Me--"

"On the throne" Avos shouted

"Yes" Alan whimpered sitting on the throne

"As I imagined, he didn't reject you" Avos laughed dryly "looks like this is going to be fun"

"Lord Avos" Another man came screaming into the room and looked at the crushed king and gasped "The king is dead, did you kill him?"

Gradually more men dressed in all sorts of weapons began to appear in the castle. all had the same armour that appeared to be made of makeshift material.

"Who is he" The question was asked among the soldiers "Why is he sitting on the king's throne?"

"What's that shitty smell?"

Gradually everyone started looking at Alan and wondering who he was

At that time Alan was already in brown underwear He was shaking and praying to all the gods that could exist to get him out of this situation

"Silence" Avos yelled. his scream sounded like a lion's rug

With the cry of Avos, everything was silenced and Alan shuddered to shrink in the throne putting his hands over his face fearfully

"Did he kill the king?" A man asked "What do we do"

"I suggest killing him," another man said "Despite being a traitor, Sweyn was still the king"

Alan shivered at the other man's suggestion. he tried to get up to run away

"Don't move" Avos yelled looking at him from the corner of his eye "If you run away it'll be worse"

"Yes" Alan whimpered leaning against the throne and starting to cry

"We're not going to kill him, look where he is," Avos said, drawing everyone's attention

"He is on the throne" A soldier with black hair spoke walking to the front of the other soldiers "Only divine descendants can sit on the throne of steel"

"Steel throne is this the legendary one?…" The mutter started once more, "I thought it was a legend"

Alan didn't even react because he was so desperate. imagine someone who comes from a place of peace that has never even been mugged appearing in the middle of a place full of people with swords and blood on their bodies

"I thought so too!" Avos laughed approaching Alan who flinched even more "Until he saw this!"

Avos put his hand on the throne and a blast of electricity formed around the throne and hit Avos sending him flying against a wall

bang

The sound of wood being destroyed and Avos's body passing through the wall shocked the soldiers who drew their swords and aimed at Alan

"Calm down you fools" Avos yelled coming out of the wall and the other man just smiled "I just wanted to show you the truth about the throne, don't do anything rash"

"Mister Avos"

"Mister Avos"

"Mister Avos"

All the soldiers started calling the man with apprehension in their voices until Grandpa smiled looking at his arm.

His arm was crooked and raw. He then took a healthy hand to his injured arm

snap

He straightened his arm with his good hands and walked to the front of the soldiers who looked at him as if he were some kind of god with such awe on him.

Avos turned and looked at Alan who was still whimpering.

'it will be difficult to turn this coward into a warrior, but the throne chose him for a reason

"Everyone Save the King of Norway" Avos yelled surprising everyone and knelt in front of Alan

"What are you… Lord Avos…why?" The whispers caught Avos' attention, but the other man who also seemed to have a leading voice knelt beside Avos

"Save the King of Norway"

"Lord Thors you too? Why?"

Gradually a few other men began to follow their leaders' example until finally, they all knelt in front of Alan.

"All save, King of Norway"

'What the fuck' That was Alan's thought before he passed out