Chapter 204: State Of Birth

Trillions of dwarves were grouped into a small district. Thousands similar districts were everywhere. Sealed with powerful energies and runes to keep them trapped. There was a two sided hologram above all the districts, taking in the full view of the destroyed dwarves cities.

The dwarves walked back and forth, heavily chained, by some strange metal. They worked, carrying rubles, metal alloys and all sort of things into portable gates.

From time to time one would be punished for holding up the work. The dwarves would take turn in getting punished to slow down work and let the weaker rest. Some of the dwarves were after all third dimensional. To weak to work without rest. So they took turns in getting a beating, all while the people in the holograms fumed in rage.

They watched their own people get harshly treated, being held as hostages and used as free labor. The ones behind the hologram consisted of all peak fifth dimensional. They were using all the materials for one special project and if they were to fail in fulfilling their part all dwarves within the enemies custody would die.

They hammered, enchanted, used all their power. Yet they still knew nothing of the machinery they were making. They only knew that the man leading their enemy was keen on seeing it through. A man known as Hephaestus even helped them. Making secret compartments and segments they weren't aloud to know about.

In the midst of their work, Ragnar appeared. His very presence instilled fear on the dwarves. His ruthlessness and actions in the past gave them trauma. The way he made an example of them when they refused to work. He had killed everyone who went on a strike and everyone in their corresponding cities, not sparring a glance. Leaving the words, "This is war" behind.

The black haired man, with a sword sheathed inside a black, liquid-like mist. His eyes were sharp, piercing everyone unfortunate enough to catch his eyes.

"Where's Fenrir, I need him to do something!" the man asked one of the workers. Those who made sure the dwarves weren't slacking off.

"Sir Fenrir is currently with Hephaestus, sir!" the celestial answered and Ragnar nodded, leaving instantly.

~Pov Ragnar~ (First Person)

'Damn that Thor, can't he just behave for a bit!' I thought while moving towards the inner section of Greek Mythology's realm. A place that long since fell from grace, a fall I witnessed with my very own eyes, inside the rivers of time. Hephaestus rage was understandably, every waking minute he plans, he planned for this very moment. A chance to bring justice to his deceased family, who died protecting their home!

The sword in my hand bussed again, it brought slight ache to my hand. Despite being my soul weapon, it's still far beyond my capabilities, just using it for a second almost killed Thor and myself. "Damnit" I muttered, cursing the sword. Due to its powers I can't control it, only way to keep it in check is through the Nightwater. Thankfully I'm literally Nightwater, so I'm fine, sort of.

My loud steps, with no intent of hiding, was quickly noticed by the guards who ran inside, informing the duo about my arrival. The guards came outside again, with stiff expressions. It's only to be expected, even my own people fear me, not to mention some random members of Hephaestus. I kind of became a legend to my own pantheon and Hephaestus pantheon.

Since I trained the origin of swordsmanship through the rivers of time itself, learning from one specific person, my own father! I watch him, the first swordsman wielding the sword, creating the art form that would later on become the pillars of infinite amounts of civilization.

It took me billions of years just to comprehend one movement, one slash. He made me understand something, a flaw in the way I was thinking. Swordsmanship wasn't made for mortals to begin with, it was made for us, the Sun Dinosaurs, the first creature to be born purely from Existence.

So in the end, I became the sword itself. The answer was so simple to begin with, every movement, every single change, all actions can become sharp.

I walked through a curtain, the only thing separating me from the two allies. Fenrir laid on the ground, not bothering to take on a humanoid form. Hephaestus stood next to him, slightly fearful. Ever since I reach the peak, Hephaestus started fearing me, perhaps because I surpassed everything he ever achieved, or could hope to. Though I wouldn't know, I'm only the deciding factor of the past.

"It's been a while Hephaestus, how are the preparations coming along?" I asked, taking a seat. The room was large enough to house a table and several chairs, though neither Hephaestus or Fenrir were using said features.

"Everything's going according to plan, within a year everything will be within order. The problem is Odin, he's not making thing easy." Hephaestus began, but was interrupted by Fenrir.

"To hell with Odin, I could kill him easily! The real problem is Sif and Idun! If the two of them move, Ragnar and Ratri will be forced to deal with them. Not to mention Njord, neither of the three have made a move!" Fenrir yelled.

"Haha, I'd love to fight Sif, she intrigues me, as for Njord, let Hell deal with him! We just need to hinder them for a year, what's the worst that could happen?" I exclaimed, making Hephaestus sweat.

"Don't raise a flag you idiot!"

(Five seconds later)

"Ragnar of Ragthor, come out and face me!" a female voice yelled.

Beads of sweat flowed down my back and my hair stood up. The pressure we were under was no joke, it made my fight and flight instincts go wild. I tightened my grip around the soul weapon and uttered. "I shall become someone who cut fate" before leaving them behind.

A female, in a green dress made out of leaves. Silky, red hair, with somewhat muscular arms. Her eyes were blueish, floated above us.

"Idun, of all people, I didn't wish to fight you!" I said, frowning. The last Valor, she's just like me and Cronus. She, like Cronus was born a Valor and later on became one of the hundred Valor, before they were exterminated for their danger. No sixth dimensional being should be capable if controlling time, yet here she was. Idun, the eternal spring, she who governs time, the last of her kind and the pillar of Norse Mythology. Just like Cronus, she made her pantheon reach the peak.

"You attack my people, you hurt my friends and family. You enslave the dwarves and bring them to your realm, forcing them to work, I will avenge them!" she said, a lone crystal-like tear falling from her eyes.

Noticing something strange with the tear, I quickly launched at it and cut it into omni-trillions of pieces. Then I opened my realm around it and forced it inside, just in time. An explosion occurred that stirred in my realm, almost managing to kill one of the Nightwater Vermin. If that would have gone of, everyone here would die, except for Fenrir. Even the dwarves, that she shed her tears for.

I closed my eyes and stopped relying on them, instead I started doing something else, something so impossible, that if I told the younger me, he'd try to kill me. I started reading time itself. Nothing can see, read or whatnot faster than time itself. I observed her through the rivers of time.

I saw Idun flinch, sensing something wrong. "What are you?" she asked, but I didn't give her time enough to process what she saw and instantly got to work.

I moved my arms, whilst the arms still remained in place, multiplying them, until I had six pairs of arms. All of them connected, creating a gigantic energy sphere. Then, without any warning I let it explode on myself and Idun. Not expecting the outcome, Idun was caught by surprise and my plan succeeded.

Idun quickly got up from the dark, wet ground below her, floating in the air, her red hair flying free around her, as a blueish energy released itself from her hair.

"Who are you, why can't I read you?" she asked. But I couldn't be bothered to talk, raising my sword, still sheathed, not daring to use it again, I slashed down. Idun disappeared from where she just stood and appeared behind me, while the sword slash passed by her previous location.

"Scary, but not enough young boy, say, want me to carry your child?" she asked. 'My what, this crazy b!tch' I thought and turned around, slashing in an arc. The attack made my own realm slightly tremble, then a wave of Nightwater arrived. "Finally" I said and Idun jumped away from me. She raised her hands in a prayer and muttered. "Oh Time, oh Cronus, may you judge this sinner, for he has turned on us!" she said and four time glasses appeared around her. With one weird mark, it was a # with no strait lines, the mark of the three infinites, along with the mark of time.

"You, you're a worshiper of the infinites, how is someone like you still a sixth dimensional being?" I asked. Now I was really scared, for someone to be able to worship the infinites they have to personally be allowed by Time, Nothingness, or Existence, not their clones, or servants.

"Well, I'm not, I am Idun, a Time Raptor, what you see here is similar to the echoes, I'm sure you know of them, since this place reek of time. But you still haven't answered my question, who are you and how dare you attack the pantheon of an Alpha?" she demanded from me and at this point I really want to beat her up, so that's what I'll do.

Instead of answering her, I created five swords and made them float around me, then I opened my eyes. A small scratch appeared on Idun's face, as my eyes opened. The mere sharpness of my gaze managed to injure her.

Idun frowned and said. "Have it the hard way than, it's not like you have a chance to win anyways!" she said, her arrogance knowing no bounds.

Annoyed by her attitude I dropped my soul weapon and walked forward. "We'll se about that, Idun!"

~Pov Ragnar~ (Third person)

Idun started shivering, as all hell broke lose. The weak and pathetic man in front of her suddenly became what she feared. He resembled someone far to much, so much it made her tremble. The symbols of time launched at Ragnar, creating a square formation around him, but they shattered before even reaching him.

"Impossible, only a Seventh Dimensional Being, or an Eminento Tyrannicus could brea… No way!" she said, realizing the realm she was in. All of a sudden Idun gained a dangerous glint. She appeared in front of Ragnar and grabbed him, then she started to turn back time, trying to regress him to mortality, instead something else happened.

"This, this is, hahahahahaha" Ragnar laughed, his very laughter injured Idun and almost killed her. "To think I could experience such euphoria, if just for a second!" he said.

"I must thank you Idun, now I know even more what I must strive for, bhaha, ever since my father tried to kill me, I never once felt like this, but now, haha. I truly am grateful. Even if I can only stay this way for some seconds, what you've done for me Idun, I will never forget it!

Ragnar no longer resembled a human and the sword from before had become a part of him, Ragnar, even if just for a moment had returned to the state of birth. When he was seventh dimensional.

(An: hi, so with all my damn tests over, I can finally relax and start writing in normal quantity again, why did no one say school was so time consuming, darnit! Anyways hope you liked he chapter, next chapter is in two days, bye, author out : ) )