Stormbreaker

The rest of the people felt nothing about her death.

Some were even relieved.

After all, when Hela had returned from the realm of the dead, she immediately tried to kill their queen.

Besides, it had been 1,500 years since Hela reigned over Asgard. People's memories of her had long faded.

Who would care about this crazy woman?

After a while, Thor suddenly wiped his eyes and stood up.

He turned to Loki, who was staring down, lost in thought, and said:

"Brother, stay here and take care of Mother. I have something to do."

Loki looked up at Thor, nodded, and silently wrapped an arm around Frigga's shoulder.

Thor, however, walked toward the Dwarf King, who had been standing at the edge of the arena.

"Thor?" the Dwarf King asked, confused, as he looked at Thor standing in front of him.

"Eitri," Thor addressed him by name, "can you repair this arena?"

Thor looked up at the Dwarf King's face as he asked.

"Of course, but does this arena still have any meaning now?" Eitri looked at the shattered arena and asked in confusion. "Why fix it?"

"This arena is the tomb of the King of the Gods, Odin. It will be a part of Asgard from now on."

"I need it to remain here in this void."

"One reason is to remind Asgard that the universe is vast, and we are still small."

"The other is to ensure that the people of Asgard can always see the great God-King who fought for them all his life."

Thor looked at the now-dull Eternal Spear on the platform, lost in thought.

After hearing Thor's words, Eitri solemnly nodded.

"I understand."

He called to the dozen or so dwarves behind him, who gathered their tools and leftover materials from when they built the arena, and stepped onto the platform.

As the sound of hammers striking the ground echoed, Thor found himself transported back over hundereds years ago.

Back when he was still a reckless child.

Odin had personally handed him the hammer, Mjolnir.

He remembered how ecstatic he had been when he first held it, so excited that he had smashed everything in sight, including his father's head.

Naturally, that earned him a thorough beating.

As these memories came back, a silly smile crept onto Thor's face, and tears began to fall uncontrollably.

He looked at the fragments of Mjolnir, which Hela had crushed into pieces.

Unconsciously, a mix of heartache and acceptance filled his eyes.

For Thor, Mjolnir wasn't just a powerful weapon or a symbol of honor.

It carried the memories of his childhood and the countless moments from the past thousand years.

Now that Mjolnir was destroyed, it felt like his childhood had truly come to an end.

It was as if it symbolized that Thor had finally grown up.

How ironic it was—when we are children, we always want to grow up quickly.

And when we do grow up, we wish time would slow down.

We long to go back to those early days...

Thor gazed at the battered arena, scarred by the aftermath of battle, and at Gungnir standing at its center.

He whispered to himself, "Father, I won't disappoint you..."

Once the entire arena was restored, the Dwarf King picked up the shattered pieces of Mjolnir and walked over to Thor.

"Thor, I'll take these fragments back with me. The materials used to craft Mjolnir are extremely precious," Eitri, the Dwarf King, said, looking at the pieces in his hand with a hint of sorrow.

"You are now the new God-King of Asgard. Forging a weapon for you will require these materials."

Thor shifted his gaze from the arena to Eitri, slightly puzzled. "A weapon?"

"That's right. Long ago, Odin instructed our dwarf clan to prepare a divine weapon for your ascension to the throne," Eitri replied in his gruff voice. "Now, with the addition of Mjolnir's fragments, we finally have enough to forge that weapon."

"When it's done, it will likely be the most powerful weapon in all of Asgard."

"In fact, theoretically, it could even summon the Bifrost on its own."

"It will be the second most powerful weapon I've ever forged in my life!" Eitri's eyes blazed with passion as he spoke.

Thor, too, grew more excited by the Dwarf King's words—until Eitri mentioned that it was the *second* most powerful weapon.

The excitement in Thor's eyes instantly dimmed, as though someone had thrown cold water over him.

"Second?" Thor asked, still holding out a bit of hope.

After all, Eitri had spoken so highly of this weapon. It was a creation that had been in the works for a thousand years, waiting for the day Thor would inherit the throne. Only now, with the addition of Mjolnir's fragments, was it finally ready.

How could such a legendary weapon be only second?

What could possibly be the first?

"Yes, second!" Eitri confirmed without hesitation, shattering Thor's last sliver of hope.

Thor's mouth twitched, and he looked at the Dwarf King with a tinge of disappointment. It was as if his eyes were saying:

'You really couldn't tell a small lie to satisfy my ego for once?'

For a moment, Thor's sadness over Odin's death was strangely eased by the bluntness of the Dwarf King.

"What's the first?" Thor asked, curious after his initial shock wore off.

"You've seen that weapon before—it's the Reaper's Scythe in Lord Zane's hands!" Eitri replied. "The materials used to forge that weapon are beyond imagination."

"No one could ever gather those resources again to craft another weapon of that caliber," Eitri said with a distant look in his eyes, as though reliving the moment when he had forged the Reaper's Scythe.

It was the pinnacle of his life's work—an unparalleled miracle.

Thor's expression shifted as he realized which weapon Eitri was talking about. Five years ago, it was that very scythe that Zane had used to utterly destroy Mjolnir.

For a man like Zane, it seemed only fitting that he possessed the most powerful weapon in the universe. Thor couldn't help but feel that it was simply expected.

Suddenly, Thor realized he had grown used to being overshadowed by Zane…

"Alright, what's the name of the weapon Father had prepared for me?" Thor sighed, feeling somewhat resigned.

"Stormbreaker!" Eitri declared, his voice full of pride, completely unaware of Thor's internal disappointment.

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