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Magma Swimming

After parting with Maclean and the others, Forseti calmly arrived at the small lake in the forest and returned to Asgard through the space tetrahedron.

With a slight movement of his flame divine power, his body temperature rose to several hundred degrees in an instant, causing the water on his body to evaporate into steam and disperse.

Just as he was about to go home, Forseti suddenly stopped, as if thinking of something. He turned back to the space tetrahedron.

He remembered that since discovering this back door, he had visited the Moon, Svartalfheim, and Vanaheim, but Muspelheim was the only one left unexplored.

The reason he hadn't gone was that the exit in Muspelheim was in magma, and he naturally hadn't dared to enter it before.

Now, with the power of flame, the situation was different.

Forseti considered for a moment before stretching his hand towards the side of the space tetrahedron that was connected to the magma.

The temperature of magma can reach up to 2,000 degrees, enough to kill ordinary gods, but for him, now empowered with the flame, it posed no threat.

He no longer hesitated and patted Shilut's head. "Stay here and don't move."

"Om," Shilut nodded.

Forseti immediately entered the tetrahedron, and with a flash before his eyes, he was surrounded by fiery red magma.

It seemed to be a cave at the bottom of the magma. It was narrow and winding but not very long. Forseti quickly swam out and entered the vast ocean of magma.

Swimming in the magma sea was something he had never experienced before. Though the sticky texture of the magma was uncomfortable, he still swam for a while before floating up to the surface.

As he slowly rose, the temperature of the magma dropped rapidly to that of ordinary magma. Forseti emerged from the lava.

The fire-yellow sky, the smell of burning in the air, and the billowing magma stretching as far as the eye could see confirmed that this was Muspelheim, the domain of the flame giant Surtur, the home of flames in the Nine Realms. Within the Nine Realms, there was likely no other place with a similar scene.

Going ashore from the magma, Forseti walked on the charred ground, looking around.

Relatively speaking, Muspelheim and Asgard were not clearly hostile, at least not yet.

For some reason, Muspelheim generally did not participate in the disputes within the Nine Realms. For example, while the Aesir, Vanir, Frost Giants, and trolls were engaged in fierce battles, Surtur seemed to remain neutral, turning a blind eye.

It's no wonder that later, Surtur was so angry with Asgard and insisted on destroying it. Originally, there had been no conflict, but then Odin attacked him and took the Eternal Flame. Who could bear such an affront?

However, this did not mean Muspelheim was a peaceful place. Quite the contrary.

Although Surtur rarely involved himself in the internal affairs of the Nine Realms, he was infamous beyond them, committing numerous atrocities and causing countless deaths. The key was that Surtur was outrageously powerful, and no one could do anything to him, so he was feared across the universe.

What was a renowned interstellar demon? Surtur was.

Up and down, Muspelheim was also full of violence and crime, a cosmic version of Gotham City.

After walking for a few hours, Forseti heard a sudden shout: "Stop!"

He turned to see several small red humanoid creatures standing not far away, eyeing him with malice.

Fire demons.

The fire demons were a lower intelligent race of Muspelheim, similar to the Skrinthians of Vanaheim but with higher intelligence.

One of the fire demons looked Forseti up and down. "You are... from Asgard?"

"No, I'm from Northrend," Forseti joked.

Although Asgard was currently in a neutral relationship with Muspelheim, he instinctively fabricated a fake identity due to his impression of Surtur from his past life.

The fire demons from "Northrend" had obviously never heard of this place.

Forseti walked forward and said in Allspeak, "A flame world very close to Muspelheim, about 108,000 light-years from here. I came to see this planet under Surtur's rule."

After a pause, he continued, "My spaceship crashed. Can you tell me where the nearest town or village is?"

"Of course," the fire demons grinned. "As long as you are willing to pay enough gold."

Forseti took out some pieces of broken gold and was about to hand them over. "These are enough—"

Midway through his words, he felt something and looked down.

Seeing the distance between them had shortened, the Holy Light pointer emerged from his sacred book and swayed between the two fire demons, including the one who had just spoken to him.

Unexpectedly, he had encountered villains as soon as he arrived. Judging by the reaction of the sacred book, at least they were murderers and arsonists. Muspelheim truly had a rough culture.

These two fire demons had no idea disaster was imminent. They greedily eyed the gold while shouting, "This little bit is not enough! You can't fool us. You need to give us ten times more gold, or else—"

Forseti stepped forward and grabbed their necks with one hand on the left and right.

The fire demons' strength was less than that of mortals, and they had no power to fight back. The other fire demons took out their weapons and tried to attack Forseti, but it was futile.

Although fire demons were weak, as creatures of Muspelheim, they had outstanding flame attributes. Their real combat power was much stronger than that of ordinary humans. If besieged by several, they could pose a slight threat to the gods.

But they had met Forseti, who had the power of fire.

Squeezing the necks of the two wicked fire demons, Forseti's fingers flickered, and a fierce white flame erupted instantly.

The two fire demons were burned to death with a few screams, the Holy Light pointer dissipated, and their sins ended.

The remaining fire demons stared wide-eyed, terrified.

They were fire demons, creatures of Muspelheim, and they were burned to death!

The group of fire demons suddenly lost their will to fight, lying on the ground and begging for mercy. "Honorable Northrend god... Please forgive our offense!"

Forseti glanced at the sacred book on his waist. Seeing the pointer did not reappear, he said, "These two deserved what they got. You just need to answer my question. Where is the nearest town or village?"

"In the north," one fire demon said, frightened.

"How far north?"

"It's just behind this mountain," the fire demon pointed. A black mountain was visible not far to the north. "Over the mountain, there is a village of the Musbeers."