Omniscience in Marvel 96

Title - Interesting Life of Wandering God

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??? POV

It all happened too fast, one moment, I was battling Big Sis and then one technique later, it was all black. I knew Big Sis would never think of killing me, still, the feeling I was getting was peculiar.

Looking down, I noticed the lack of clothes on my body and immediately willed it and they appeared. "Definitely not the afterlife." I muttered. Since I was capable of using Magic here, it definitely wasn't the afterlife.

"No. It's definitely not the afterlife. It's just a different spot from where you lived."

I was immediately puzzled. Not to mention the weirdly familiar voice, what did he mean by a different spot from where I lived? Frowning, I immediately tried to compute what he said.

A spot is a 1-dimensional space without space. A spot moves to become a line, a line moves to become a plane, and a plane moves to finally create a 3-dimensional space.

"Could it be...?"

I immediately recalled the luminescent Spots of lights present during their dimensional travel using the Bifrost.

"Correct. That's the spot. It's not that there's no space, but that it's infinitely compressed."

If what I am hearing is true, it made sense that I couldn't feel distance. But even trapped in 1-dimension, my body remained 3-dimensional. If I could measure the distance between my right and left arms, doesn't space exist?

"Aha. So, a 3-dimensional space is within 1-dimension."

"Exactly. Your insight is remarkable. That's the essence of space-time. No matter how vast a world, from afar it's just a dot. Conversely, even the smallest dot can unfold into an infinite world when you enter it."

I immediately finally felt at ease. If logical conversation was possible, even if it was the afterlife, there was no need to fear.

"You're…Uncle Leuca, right?"

"..."

"As expected…" it was most definitely Uncle, he must've been bored out of his mind and was performing an experiment that I happened to get caught up in.

If I'm not wrong, it should've been Big sis in my place currently, but outside of our expectations, I ended up in her place.

Anyways, since it was Uncle, there should be no reason to fear. But to think that Uncle is capable of doing this. Not even father with his obnoxiously prideful and powerful Cosmic Energy could achieve this.

Well, let's take this as a fortunate encounter and see what I can grasp from here.

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Leucadius POV

With both Aspect and Yeshua in Heaven, I've had more time to myself to do whatever I pleased. Utilizing Heaven's Holy Reactor, I had created an Angel from Myth, Metratron and entrusted him with the book of Fate.

I couldn't be bothered with trying to understand the contents of that book any longer. The little I had grasped although a great boon to my stats, came with the unfortunate loss of memory.

With Metratron at the helm, he could safeguard the entirety of Heaven even from the might of a Celestial.

I wasn't sure of this, but having held that book and seen its uniqueness, I dare say that unless Heaven's Reactor malfunctioned, Heaven was the safest place in this Universe.

I had also begun a new project on building a Satellite in the Super flow. I was sure as hell that I wasn't the first person to think this up. This made me extremely cautious in my experiment, and I dare say that in a few more centuries, the Council would have their own Universal Internet.

This sort of reminded me of those three Unique Manhwa where the protagonist got their hands on apps or phones meant for God's or Transcendents.

Heh.

Currently though, it was around 793 AD and we luck would have it, I found myself in the vast land that would later come to be known as Norway. Odin had already brought his entire family down to Earth for a family vacation of sorts.

Thor, being the rowdy kid that he was, went around filling the heads of the Humans with stupid nonsensical ideas that after what looked like a short vacation to the family of Gods, the region they had stayed in picked up their habits.

Yup, they spent a total of 76 years on earth, and while it may be short, it was the time for three entire generations to be born.

On this particular day, my journey brought me to a verdant, rolling landscape under a sky painted with the hues of late afternoon.

As I rested atop a hill, the sight below captured my attention—a modest farmstead nestled among the fields. Smoke curled lazily from the chimney of a sturdy wooden house, and nearby, livestock grazed contentedly.

The sound of a hammer striking an anvil rang out, a rhythmic punctuation to the serene rural scene. Curiosity piqued, I made my way down towards the farm.

The farm was simple but well-maintained, a testament to the hard work and dedication of its inhabitants. Leucadius approached cautiously, not wanting to alarm anyone.

As he neared the main house, a man with a lean but muscular build emerged, his gaze sharp and assessing. He had long dirty blond hair tied back in a simple, practical style indicative of his status as a farmer and potential warrior.

He sported a short, neatly trimmed beard that accentuates his rugged, handsome features with piercing blue eyes that struck and conveyed a sense of intelligence and determination.

He wore practical, rough-spun clothing suitable for a farmer. His clothes are simple but functional, made from natural materials like wool and leather.

All these were well and good, but the most interesting thing about the man was that he had a similar eye color to mine. This could only mean that he was favored by both Gaea and Oshtur…majorly Oshtur.

Normal POV

The man's blue eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of the stranger. Leucadius, with his flowing white hair, was an unusual sight in this remote part of the world.

"Greetings, traveler," Ragnar called out, his voice steady but tinged with curiosity. "What brings you to these parts?" Ragnar, after assessing and concluding that Leucadius couldn't be much of a threat due to his lean stature, asked.

Leucadius inclined his head in a gesture of respect. "I am but a wanderer. I mean no harm and seek only a moment's respite."

Ragnar studied him for a moment longer before nodding. "Very well. You are welcome here. My name is Ragnar Lothbrok."

"Leucadius," he responded. "Thank you for your hospitality."

"Leucadius…that's a weird name, not from this parts, yet you speak so fluently." Ragnar said as he took slow steps around Leucadius.

Leucadius, however, smiled. "I hear that a lot, but as a traveler, this much is granted."

"Oh?" Ragnar immediately seemed interested before looking around his compound. "Come in, although my wife isn't around, I'll do my best to offer you the best mead in my attic."

"If it isn't much trouble."

"Please, I insist. However, it will be my utmost desire to hear about the many places you've been to."

"Only that much?" Leucadius asked to which Ragnar nodded. "Very well. I hope you're as attentive as you're handsome, cause the world is much, much larger than you could ever imagine."

"Hahaha, what are you talking about, my friend?" Ragnar laughed and pointed to his head. "This head is so large that it could swallow everything it needs to know about this world."

Leucadius paused in both shock and amusement. The name Ragnar Lothbroke wasnt news to him. This was the man with the most inspiring story in all of Norway. From a Farmer to a king.

A story straight out Of an Anime. Not to mention the terror his name would spark in the coming decades.

As they exchanged introductions however, a woman emerged from the house, carrying a basket of freshly gathered herbs. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence and warmth, and Leucadius felt an immediate sense of her strength and resilience.

"This is Lagertha, my wife," Ragnar introduced her with a note of pride.

Lagertha greeted Leucadius with a kind smile. "It is rare we see strangers in these parts. You must have traveled far."

"I have indeed," Leucadius replied. "And I have seen much, but this place is as beautiful as any I have encountered."

Lagertha gestured towards the house. "Please, join us for a meal. It is the least we can offer."

Leucadius accepted gratefully, following them into the house. Inside, the air was warm and filled with the comforting aromas of cooking. Ragnar and Lagertha's child played nearby with a wooden ax, his laughter a joyous counterpoint to the quiet of the countryside.

"He is Bjorn, my first born." Ragnar said as he saw Leucadius' gaze shift.

"You mean, your only son." Leucadius intoned with a bit of sarcasm. "That's right." Ragnar replied with a small laugh.

As they sat down to eat, Leucadius marveled at the simplicity and peace of this life. Conversation flowed easily, with Ragnar sharing stories of his farm and his dreams of sailing the seas, while Lagertha spoke of her skills as a shieldmaiden and the balance they sought between home and the wider world.

As they shared the meal, Leucadius could not help but feel a deep sense of respect for these people. Despite the simplicity of their lives, there was a strength and nobility in their way of living that he found truly admirable. However, he knew that this seemingly beautiful family would be torn apart by the cruelty of this world.

After the meal, Ragnar and Leucadius moved outside to sit by the fire pit, the sun setting and casting a warm glow over the farm. Lagertha joined them.

"Tell us, Leucadius," Ragnar said, leaning forward with keen interest. "What are the lands beyond our seas like? What wonders have you seen?"

Leucadius took a moment to gather his thoughts, recalling the countless worlds and dimensions he had traversed. "There are places," he began, "where the mountains touch the sky and the rivers run with molten silver. Cities so vast they make this entire land look like a single farmstead. And creatures... magnificent and terrifying, unlike anything you could imagine."

Ragnar's eyes gleamed with fascination. "And what of their people? Are they like us?"

"Some are," Leucadius replied, "and some are not. There are those who live in harmony with nature, and others who have conquered it with their technology and magic."

"Magic ? You speak as though it's real." Lagertha remarked with a small laugh, causing Leucadius to turn to her and smile. "You'll find out eventually."

"Huh?"

"Each place is unique," he continued. "with its own customs and beliefs. But one thing remains constant—their desire to explore, to discover, and to understand the world around them."

Lagertha listened intently, her gaze thoughtful. "It must be a lonely life, always moving, never staying in one place."

Leucadius nodded. "It can be. But the wonders I have seen, the knowledge I have gained, make it a life worth living. Over there…" he said and pointed to the north. "There are people with skin so dark that you'd think they were burnt upon birth."

"To the other side," he pointed to the east. "There are people so similar in appearance that you could easily mistake them to be a family." Then pointing to the west, "and over there, there are people so very hypocritical that it will make your Earl look cute."

"What does that mean?" Ragnar asked and Leucadius could feel his curiosity at an all time high.

"You'll find out eventually." Leucadius gave the same reply he gave to Lagertha.

Ragnar leaned back, a satisfied smile on his face. "You speak like a skald, a teller of tales. Perhaps one day, you will share your stories with the world, and inspire others to seek out their own adventures."

Leucadius smiled, appreciating the compliment. "I have already told my take once. You'll hear of it once you sail South."

"You speak as though we will sail South…" Lagertha joked to which Leucadius smiled yet Ragnar didn't.

"You have a good man in your husband. I know your laws are somewhat skewered, but…don't lose him. You too, Ragnar." Leucadius added.

"Your story…what's it about?"

"It's about a man who was born of God to be King of his people, became man, was persecuted and died while forgiving his persecutors." Leucadius summarized.

"How distasteful…who'd do something of that nature? Should Odin give us a son, he'd be treated as King even as an infant." Ragnar said in spite. "And to think he forgave them…what a weak King he was."

"You think so?" Leucadius said with a bitter smile which Lagertha noticed. As she made to correct Ragnar, Leucadius raised his hand to silent her while shaking his head. "It is indeed a distasteful story, but for now, I am content to share them with you."

The conversation continued long into the night, with Leucadius recounting tales of lands and creatures on both earth and outside of Earth, and Ragnar and Lagertha sharing their dreams and aspirations.

Ragnar wanted to sail the seas while Lagertha wanted to become the best shield maiden to have walked the lands. Leucadius laughed at their dreams causing them to join too.

At this point in their lives, merely laughing at their dreams was nothing but a pastime. Trying to encourage them to chase their dreams would make them seem weak at heart.

Leucadius already knew this and chucked it up to 'Lack of proper Empathy'

However, despite their different backgrounds, a bond began to form between them, forged by their shared curiosity and mutual respect.

As the fire died down and the stars filled the sky, Ragnar stood up and stretched. "It's getting late. We should all get some rest."

Leucadius nodded, feeling a sense of contentment he hadn't felt in a long time. "Thank you for your hospitality. I will take my leave tomorrow at dawn."

Ragnar clasped his shoulder. "You're welcome here anytime, Leucadius. Safe travels, my friend."

Lagertha smiled warmly. "May the gods watch over you."

Leucadius smiled and looked up to the sky while thinking. 'Not even Aspect can find me now, kukuku.'

With that, Leucadius retired to the small guest room they had prepared for him, feeling a rare sense of peace. As he lay down to sleep, he couldn't help but think about the future of these remarkable people.

Ragnar and Lagertha had a strength and resilience that would carry them far, and he knew they were destined for greatness.

Leucadius POV

The following morning, I rose early, the first light of dawn casting a soft glow over the farm. As I stepped outside, I found Ragnar already awake, tending to the animals. He looked up and smiled as I approached.

"Good morning, Leucadius. I trust you slept well?"

"I did, thank you," I replied. "I must take my leave now. There are many more places I need to see."

Ragnar nodded. "I understand. But remember, you always have a place here."

I thanked him once more and made my way down the path leading away from the farm. As I walked, I suddenly remembered something and turned back.

"Any problems, my friend?"

Shaking my head, I said. "Not a problem, but a gift." Using Matter creation, I created an earring with a bit of Divinium with a hanging cross from it. "One day, you will meet a man who will retell you, in more detail, about my story. You'll find a companionship like no other in him. Sadly for you, he will break your heart by leaving you forever. However, know that you'll always be welcomed to visit him." Saying that, I turned and left.

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A/N: What do y'all think? Pretty dope right? This way, when Athelstan dies and Ragnar laments on whether Athelstan's God would allow him to Visit…He actually would.

I know I'm not the only one that found that scene to be heartbreaking, so I just decided to write it.

I'm still doing a bit of research on things to write. Nothing of note really happens during this time and doing a random 1000 years later is just unrealistic to me.

Read and Enjoy, also, Happy New Month to You all