【Dimension Destroyer】(Chapters 1-2)

Author: kosmos1
Published on May 12, 2016 in the forum
Chapter 1 After Dusk
Towering walls protected the magnificent yet sturdy castle. The only way out of the castle was a
rainbow-like bridge—the Asgardian palace of the Aesir, a place where beauty and holiness coexisted.
But all of this was now history.
The once sacred palace was in ruins, the gods and elves who lived there now lay corpses on the floor
. Seemingly intentionally, Odin's throne, the king of the gods, remained intact, and the black-haired youth sitting on it was none other than
the instigator of all this—the mischievous god Loki.
With an epic and magnificent beginning and a tragic and devastating mythological ending, this is the Norse
mythology.
Now, Loki has become the king of the Sasha gods, and he can now sit on his long-awaited
throne to his heart's content, for as long as he pleases.
Looking around, the entire Norse realm was filled with the corpses of gods. No matter how powerful, no matter how
sacred, if they died, even gods were nothing but trash.
The evil god's prank had succeeded; the prank called Ragnarok had succeeded.
But in his emerald green eyes, only endless emptiness remained.
Loki gave a self-deprecating smile. When had he started plotting this?
The moment he was driven out of Asgard by the Aesir? Or perhaps from the very beginning, when he was a child
and feigned brotherhood with Odin?
Anyway, it didn't matter anymore. Loki had succeeded; the valiant Aesir were finished.
Should I laugh heartily? Celebrate my success?
The question surging deep within Loki's heart made him even more confused.
"Ah! Found it!"
Without warning, a strange figure suddenly appeared in the center of Asgard's hall, immediately noticing
Loki on the throne. He asked, "Is what I gave you useful?"
Loki looked up at the man.
Black hair and black eyes? While such a face was rare, it wasn't unheard of…
A mortal? How did he get through Valhalla's defenses and into Asgard?
Ah! Speaking of which, Valhalla had been destroyed several hours ago.
This mortal was truly lucky…
Loki was somewhat excited at discovering this unexpected treasure, but as a new god-king (although
he was now the only remaining Aesir), he had to maintain the proper attitude a god should have towards a mortal.
"Who are you? The price for trespassing in Asgard is not something a lowly mortal like you can bear!"
The man trembled violently upon hearing Loki's words.
Frightened?
So, just a mortal after all…
Seeing that his intimidation had worked, Loki smiled smugly.
But, the next moment, he was enraged.
The mortal didn't show any fear or panic at disturbing the gods; instead,
he laughed heartily as if he'd discovered something amusing.
"Oh? So this junkyard is the realm of the Aesir gods?!"
This mortal really dared to say that…
although it was true, such a truth wasn't something to be said aloud!
Loki felt his authority challenged, and by a mere mortal.
He left his throne, the symbol of the god-king, and shouted, "Mortal! Your audacity in defying the gods deserves
reward! Now, you! Kneel! And then…"
Loki drew his staff and slammed it to the floor.
Simultaneously, as if by magic, hundreds of figures identical to Loki appeared, surrounding
the hall of Asgard. They all coordinated with Loki's movement, drawing their staffs and aiming them at the mortal in the center of the hall.
"Pay the price for offending the gods with your death!"
Hundreds of blue arrows, imbued with magical power, flew towards the pitiful mortal.
This was the punishment bestowed by the gods, a magic spell of Loki's. Each of his divine manifestations possessed
offensive power; even an ordinary god would be severely injured by such an attack, let alone a
mere mortal.
Although it seemed like overkill, Loki enjoyed it. After all, in his eyes, punishing that
audacious mortal was his duty as a god.
To be reduced to ashes, or to be reduced to a mangled, riddled form?
Loki began to imagine the mortal's fate, but a startling reality shattered his
reverie.
There was no ashes, no mangled form, only a red light.
What was that?
Loki's eyes widened in astonishment at the sight. He wanted to see what lay behind the red light, and then, as he
wished, he saw it.
Three pairs of scarlet, blood-red wings—six blood-red wings enveloping the mortal, shielding him from
Loki's attack.
When the blue light ceased its attack, the blood wings unfurled, revealing the person inside unharmed.
"Thank goodness, not all gods are like you, otherwise, it would be a disaster..."
He hates gods?
Although the person's words were calm, Loki still sensed the hatred within them.
This was a feeling unique to gods.
Like a human, yet not human—Loki couldn't understand what this person, or rather, life itself, truly was
.
If he were an angel, he couldn't possibly harbor hatred towards gods, could he?
"Who are you?" Loki asked.
"You haven't answered my question yet, and now you're asking me?"
"What question?"
"...This is troublesome!" For some reason, the winged man sighed. "Didn't I
tell you before? Is what I gave you useful?"
What he gave me?
Hearing this question, Loki was even more bewildered. To him, this winged man was the first...
" This is the first time I've seen it.
" "What is it?"
"Hey, hey, you don't really think you can destroy a god all by yourself, do you?"
The winged man stretched out his hands and gestured in front of him, saying, "Blue, irregularly shaped diamond-like
objects."
Loki finally understood. The winged man was referring to something he had found in Heim Forest months ago—a
crystal filled with magic.
Come to think of it, this was the first time Loki had ever found a crystal containing such powerful magic. If he hadn't found
that crystal, Loki wouldn't have dared to launch his "Ragnarok" plan so many years in advance.
Judging from the current situation, had the owner come looking for him?
Thinking this, Loki summoned the blue crystal and asked the winged man, "Indeed, this crystal is very
useful. So… do you want me to return it to you?"
To be honest, Loki really didn't want to lose this crystal, but given what had just happened,
a battle now would be very disadvantageous for him.
The winged man seemed to read Loki's mind and smiled kindly. "Don't be so tense. I
never expect anything back after giving it to someone."
"Really? Well, thank you very much then." Loki breathed a sigh of relief.
"However..." The winged man's eyes narrowed.
"However?"
"Just like you said before, offending a god comes at a price! I have a similar thought."
The smiling winged man snapped his fingers, and suddenly, countless
chains with long spikes appeared in the previously empty hall. These chains seemed to have a life of their own, rushing towards Loki before the throne like nimble venomous snakes
.
This sudden attack caught Loki off guard. The chains with long spikes
shattered the throne of the god-king with their powerful impact, pinning Loki to the wall behind the throne in the hall.
Even more cruelly, four long spikes pierced Loki's wrists and ankles, rendering him unable to move.
Now, Loki suddenly realized that as a god, he had lost all power to resist this winged man.
Loki frowned and asked, "Are you... also a god?"
"Of course not, and neither are you."
"How could that be?! I, Loki, am a god of the Aesir! The most cruel, most ruthless, most terrifying
evil god in the world, Loki!!"
"Stop being a chuunibyou, Loki... You think you're a god, but you're not!!"
With that, the winged man transformed his right hand into a sword and plunged it into Loki's chest,
groping around Loki's body. This series of actions naturally caused Loki unimaginable pain.
The intense pain caused Loki to lose face and scream loudly.
"Ughhhhh... You... want to kill me?!"
"Don't worry, I don't need your life..."
The winged man maintained his benevolent smile, but this smile became Loki's most terrifying
nightmare.
"Ughhhhhhh!!"
The churning of muscles and internal organs made Loki's screams even louder. Who could have imagined that
Loki, the evil god who destroyed the Aesir, would meet such an end?
The winged man's groping continued for a very long time, the intense pain making Loki almost forget the meaning of time.
After an unknown amount of time, the winged man seemed to have found something, finally pulling his right hand out of Loki's chest
. Having achieved his goal, he stared with interest at a spherical object less than 1 centimeter in diameter in his hand.
Clearly, this was the thing inside Loki's body, and what Loki wanted most was to regain his
dignity.
"Kill me..."
"Ah! I forgot about you! Sorry, sorry!"
Loki's wails made the winged man snap his fingers again, and a surge of black energy flowed from his fingertips into Loki's
chest.
In the blink of an eye, Loki's bloodied and mangled upper body returned to a normal posture.
Feeling his body regain its health, Loki felt much lighter. Although he hadn't died, surviving
felt good.
To alleviate the embarrassment of being bound by chains, Loki needed something to amuse himself.
Like, the thing in the winged man's hand.
"What...is this?" Loki asked weakly, looking at the small sphere before him.
The sphere in the winged man filled Loki with curiosity; after all, Loki himself didn't know he
had such a thing inside his body.
"Core, your true form..."
After uttering this inexplicable sentence, the winged man fell silent, his eyes fixed intently on the
small sphere.
"Can't you just let me go?" Loki seized the opportunity to ask.
"..."
This...is utterly humiliating!!
Looking at the winged man before him, Loki was filled with helplessness.
Thinking of his utterly humiliated state, Loki increasingly regretted how he even spelled the word "regret."
He should have never picked up that crystal!
Loki now desperately wanted to go back in time and beat up his past self who had found the crystal, then throw it
as far away as possible. At least then, he wouldn't have ended up like this.
But…
destroying the Aesir didn't feel so bad either.
Recalling the Aesir's tragic fate, his suffering was worth it.
The sun above Asgard had gone through countless cycles of cycles when the winged man's research finally ceased. His gaze finally
shifted from the tiny sphere to Loki.
"Interested in doing something?" the winged man asked.
"Hmm…" After thinking for a while, Loki realized he had no right to refuse, so he awkwardly
asked the winged man, "What is it?"
"Destroy the world."
"Huh?"
"Destroy the world."
"What?"
"Loki… was your title of 'Evil God' just a freebie?"
The winged man looked at Loki with an expression as if he were looking at an idiot, and said, "I've been so blunt
, it's about destroying the world! Is that so hard to understand?"
Loki still couldn't understand, even after the winged man's explanation.
Because, in his eyes, the world was already close to destruction, so there was no need to
destroy it.
"The Aesir are finished, the World Tree has fallen, and without the World Tree's support, the nine realms will naturally follow
suit. So, you understand."
"Okay! I understand now, but, Loki… who told you there's only one world?"
"I know, nine…"
"Uh…" The winged man rubbed his forehead, remaining silent for a long time. The
winged man seemed to have given up explaining. He raised his left hand, and immediately, a crimson magic circle appeared
. Although magic power continuously gathered into the magic circle, a black-haired, red-eyed girl in black appeared at
the center of the magic circle.
However, this girl had already lost the breath of life.
"Hela?!" Loki uttered the girl's name.
"Yes, this is your daughter."
Loki was confirmed once again by the winged man's response. This girl was indeed his
daughter, sacrificed in Ragnarok—Hela, the Norse goddess of death.
The continuously gathering magic caused the magic circle to flicker with an eerie red light. Loki didn't know what the winged man had done, but
the girl's previously dead finger twitched.
Loki was somewhat surprised, but more than that, he felt the joy of having her back.
"Are you resurrecting her?"
"Resurrecting? I can certainly do that, but I won't do it..."
"Why! You'd do anything to resurrect Hela?!"
Loki's words were interrupted. The one who stopped him was none other than his daughter.
Hela walked up to Loki and coldly said, "Greetings, Lord Loki."
"Hela?"
Loki was very excited about his daughter's resurrection, but he felt a sense of disharmony.
At this moment, the winged man interjected, "I didn't resurrect my daughter; I merely used her body to create
a new soul."
So, this was the discordant part.
Although his daughter was cold to him, the girl named Hela would still
call Loki "Father" whenever they met, instead of the dry "Loki."
Although the girl before him resembled Hela, Loki knew this girl wasn't the
Hela of the past, but a puppet possessed by a new soul.
"Since you have the ability to create souls, why not just resurrect Hela directly?"
This was the first time Loki had pleaded. But the winged man showed him no mercy.
"Loki… I'm not your father, why should I consider your feelings?"
"But!"
"No buts!"
The winged man cleared his throat and continued, "Now, your daughter Hela becomes the humanoid
interface of my temple. Ask her directly if you need anything, and… goodbye, don't bother coming
back!" After saying this, the winged man hastily snapped his fingers, and Loki and the reborn Hela disappeared from
this realm of the gods.
The next moment, a pink-haired girl appeared before the winged man with a new magic circle,
rushing straight into his arms.
"Found you! I've been looking for you everywhere!"
"Sorry, just dealing with a little thing!"
The winged man hugged the pink-haired girl, gently stroking her hair with his right hand. The girl seemed to enjoy
it, a happy smile spreading across her face.
Looking at the girl in his arms, the winged man suddenly said, "By the way! Help me set the new temple's timeline independently
."
"Okay!" As long as...uh!!"
Seeing the pink-haired girl about to say his name, the winged man quickly covered her mouth.
"Almost!"
"Um...sorry, anyway, I'll listen to anything you say!" "Yes !
" "Yes!" Hurry up!
Under the winged man's command, the pink-haired girl hummed a cheerful tune, carrying out the task the winged man had just given her.
Chapter Two: This Temple is Called Hope.
"System detected the Executor is awakening. Activating auto-navigation."
As soon as Loki regained consciousness, he heard his daughter's voice: "Hela? Who's the Executor?"
"Of course, it's you, Lord Loki..."
Well, it seems his daughter's body really has become a puppet of some kind of magic.
Looking at the black-clad girl crouching beside him, Loki came to this conclusion.
"Alright! I'm the Executor!"
Loki stood up from the floor, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
"Let's see what this is... Oh! A vast expanse of white?"
Just as Loki saw, he was in a hall radiating a soft white light.
As for its size...
even with his divine power, Loki couldn't see its boundaries; the hall seemed boundless.
Infinitely large?
Realizing this was the only tangible truth, Loki averted his gaze and asked Hela beside him, "
Is this the temple?"
"Yes!"
Hela immediately replied, "This is identification number 003—the Temple of Hope."
"The Temple of Hope...?"
Hela nodded. "Yes, Lord Loki."
Was this a joke?
Allowing a heretical god into a temple called Hope?
Could it be…?
Loki seemed to remember something and suddenly exclaimed,
"Oh! I know! This is a postmodern irony? Ironically, Loki, the heretical god, destroyed
the realm of the Aesir?"
Hela tilted her head and said, "No, I personally think it's that person's twisted sense of humor."
"That person?"
"Yes! That person!"
"..."
Who is that person?
Although Loki wanted to ask, his heart already had a clear answer.
Is it that winged person...?
Given the current situation, that's the only possibility.
"So, what does the temple want me, the executor, to do now? Destroy the world?"
"Yes! Lord Loki."
"That's simple, just wait! Before long, the nine kingdoms supported by the World Tree will be finished. Shall we
pop some champagne to celebrate?"
As he spoke, Loki raised his hand, and a bottle full of liquor appeared.
Looking at the bottle in Loki's hand, Hela shook her head: "Lord Loki! The world is endless..."
As if hearing something interesting, Loki became interested and nodded, signaling Hela to continue.
"Just as humans cannot count the stars in the night sky, the world is as
endless as the morning star in the sky."
Loki conjured a throne identical to the one in Asgard, sat on it, and then produced a crystal
goblet, filling it with the champagne that had appeared earlier.
"Oh! Destroying the world is still a big problem."
"So, Lord Loki, you just need to be like a termite, destroying as many worlds as you can
."
Hearing Hela's analogy, Loki's expression turned somewhat displeased, but looking at
the black-clad girl who looked exactly like his daughter, he could only shake his head helplessly.
Unable to vent his anger, Loki took a sip of his drink and said, "Why do you seem like the little
Hela of the past now? I... am... not... a... termite!"
"However, for any world, all invaders are termites, and it will do everything in its power to destroy
all invaders."
"Oh? That's a rather novel statement for me... Hmm?"
The hall began to shake violently, as if an earthquake had struck.
Seeing the unusual situation, Loki asked Hela, "What's going on?"
Hela didn't directly answer Loki's question, but instead straightened up and
announced to Loki as if announcing a program, "The nine realms have been destroyed. Congratulations, Executor, on your first successful mission."
"I see! See?"
Loki gave Hela a smug smile and said, "And what about my reward? 'That
lord' wouldn't let me do this for nothing, would he?"
"Of course, because Lord Loki destroyed nine worlds, the temple grants you 9,000 honor points,
which can be exchanged for the abilities of the corresponding world."
"Pfft!"
Upon hearing a certain subtle word, Loki spat out the wine he had just drunk. "Cough cough! Honor
? My god! What's going on? Destroying worlds can also earn honor?"
"Of course, this is an essential judgment system of the temple. Think about it, how many demon lords in countless legends
have successfully destroyed worlds?"
"That's true."
Loki finished his drink in one gulp as a celebration of completing the mission. "However, I
am a god of war! How can a mere demon lord compare to me!"
"God of war? Lord Loki, that's just your title, isn't it?"
"What?"
As if to better answer Loki's question, Hela directly drew a phantom
image in front of Loki, covered with dense writing, and the two-inch-sized image of Loki reflected on the phantom image was particularly eye-catching.
ID: Loki
Age: 1000
Race: Frost Giant
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Class: Mage LV1, Warrior LV1, Illusionist LV1
Specialties: Divine Spell Mastery LV2, Sword Mastery LV1, Spell Mastery LV1, Illusionist Mastery
LV1, Heroic Constitution LV1
Skills: Distant Gaze LV2, Slash LV1, Crystal Arrow LV1, Fire Arrow LV, Shadow Evocation
LV1
Rank: Tier 3, Rank 27 (1.2 million Spirit Points)
Strength: 19
Agility: 16
Constitution: 24.2
Intelligence: 28.10
Perception: 18
Charisma: 30
Talents: Frost Bloodline, Tier 3 Rank
: Frost Bloodline: 75% reduction in damage from ice spells
Tier 3 Rank: 30% reduction in damage from creatures of lower rank to this rank "Increases damage taken from beings of higher rank
by 30%.
Existing titles: Evil God, God of Mischief, God of Fire.
Evil God: 30% damage reduction against Chaotic Good, Neutral Good, and Lawful Good.
God of Mischief: 45% illusion reduction
. God of Fire: 75% reduction against fire spells."
After reading this inexplicable text, Loki could only express his current feelings in one sentence
: "WTF?!" Is
the data really referring to me, the Evil God Loki?
I am a god! A god!
Why are the attribute values not even in the hundreds?!
"Lord Loki, you might not believe it, but you have been reset by 'that person.'"
Although Loki didn't understand what Hela meant by reset, he had
grasped the general situation through his own body.
After circulating his magic, Loki found that all his higher spells were unusable, like
a magic apprentice who had just learned some basic magic.
Sure enough, it was that winged man's doing again!
Loki sighed and said to Hela, "It seems the task of destroying the world has become a
long and arduous road."
"Don't worry," he replied, "I can offer you some effective strategies, Lord Loki."
After saying that, Hela closed Loki's attribute panel. Then, she stretched out her hands, her fingers rhythmically
tapping in the air. With Hela's strange movements, bookshelves filled with books and
UFO-like vessels that Loki had never seen before appeared around him.
"My little Hela, are you trying to turn me into an old man in a mage tower?"
Looking at the countless bookshelves surrounding him, Loki felt a little desperate.
Feeling the expectant gaze from Hela, Loki could only grit his teeth, pick up
a book from the shelf, and silently begin to read.
He didn't know how much time had passed; perhaps discussing time was meaningless in this space.
When Loki closed the last book, he had finally
finished reading all the books on the shelves and all the UFO-like vessels played by a strange playback machine.
To summarize Loki's impression in one sentence: "Reading is so damn fun!"
After being baptized by the sea of books, Loki was almost brainwashed.
However, the story described in the book was indeed very real and interesting, which was Loki's only
motivation to keep reading.
After a long silence, Hela opened her mouth again: "Now, Lord Loki, do you understand?"
"Hmm... I can guess a little bit."
Having read so many books, Loki knew a bit about the concepts of parallel universes and the multiverse, and
he wouldn't be foolish enough to say something as stupid as saying there were only nine worlds.
"That's right! Lord Loki, the images recorded in those books and CDs are all projections of worlds."
"That's really interesting!"
The thought of destroying so many worlds filled Loki with boundless energy, but the thought of
his diminished abilities suddenly made him lose confidence: "With my current abilities, dealing with certain
high-powered worlds would be extremely troublesome..."
"Loki! Destroying worlds is much simpler than you imagine. Just distort
the history of those worlds, degrade noble people into lowly ants, transform kind people into evil demons, and turn successful
people into cowardly failures..."
Hela spread her arms like a bird's wings: "Isn't this exactly
the prank you played before, Lord Loki?"
Is that so?
So, simply playing pranks can distort history and achieve the goal of destroying worlds?
Loki grinned smugly: "That's too easy for me!!"
The evil 'god' has found a paradise of his own, and those originally happy and joyful endings
have become Loki's best playthings.
Which world will become the prey of the evil god next?
(To be continued)
Postscript: Long time no see, everyone! I'm back, back after some trials and tribulations.
After being baptized by two ridiculous tests, I can finally write something readable.
Actually, looking back at my old posts, seeing the rubbish I wrote in the beginning made me
cringe. Now my dog-shit writing is finally a little better.
Anyway, to repay (take revenge on) society, I'm going back to my old profession with my honed writing skills, writing fanfiction,
and even fanfiction with ecchi content.
A new beginning has started, so feel free to give me any suggestions, or criticize anything.
Of course, you can also say anything you want to see cuckolded, anyway, the apocalypse has passed, what's there to
be afraid of in this world!
Hahahaha!!!

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