As a core member of the Alliance of Gods—and a particularly important one at that—Asgard had stood unshaken in the universe for countless millennia. A civilization like that didn't just survive on bravado alone. It naturally possessed its own ancient lineage and secrets passed down through blood.
The power of Odin was one such secret.
It was a unique inherited force belonging exclusively to the Asgardian royal family. Each generation's God-King was granted this power, allowing the successor to shatter their limits and ascend to the God-Father level. Along with overwhelming strength, it also granted a supreme teleportation ability akin to the Rainbow Bridge itself—instant, precise, and terrifyingly efficient.
That was precisely why Odin had ruthlessly abandoned Hela the moment he learned she had awakened her witch bloodline.
Odin's power tolerated no impurity.
Only pure-blooded members of the Asgardian royal family were capable of inheriting it. Any deviation, any mutation, was grounds for exile—or worse.
Although Thor had never undergone a formal abdication ceremony, Odin had secretly passed this power on to him at the moment of his death.
Because of the immense distance involved, Thor only recently received it in full.
And now, it no longer bore Odin's name.
It was Thor's Power.
After fully assimilating this inheritance and finally purging the destructive force ravaging his body, Thor wasted no time. He opened a portal and stepped through, arriving at the planet of the million dwarves.
The moment he laid eyes on Itri, the two embraced tightly.
After a brief reunion, Thor's expression darkened. His voice carried both fatigue and resolve as he said, "Itri, my friend… I need your help."
Hearing this, Itri immediately thumped his chest with theatrical confidence and declared, "Say no more! Of course I'll help you. Just tell me what you need!"
In truth, their relationship wasn't nearly as close as it appeared.
Their only real connection dated back to a past incident when the dwarves had rebelled on several resource planets, and Thor—then still a prince—had led Asgardian forces to suppress the uprising. That was it. No drinking buddies. No shared childhood stories.
But right now, Itri needed Thor alive, armed, and powerful enough to fight Thanos.
That alone was reason enough to act like his long-lost brother.
Thor, unaware of the calculation behind the enthusiasm, was visibly moved by Itri's willingness to help without even asking for details.
"My Mjolnir was destroyed by Thanos," Thor said quietly. "I need your help forging a new warhammer."
Mjolnir—Thor's hammer—wasn't just a weapon. It was the weapon. The symbol of his authority, his strength, and his identity.
Even after inheriting Odin's power, Thor couldn't unleash its full might without a suitable weapon to channel it. That was why, the very moment he stabilized himself, he had opened a portal straight to the Dwarf Star.
Because if anyone in the galaxy could craft a weapon worthy of a god, it was the dwarves.
In the past, nearly eighty percent of Asgard's weapons had been forged by their hands.
Upon hearing Thor's request, Itri fell silent, stroking his beard as he pondered. Compared to Odin—cunning, ruthless, and always three steps ahead—Thor felt like a straightforward, well-meaning rabbit.
A strong rabbit, sure. But still a rabbit.
That made Itri feel strangely at ease.
At least this one wouldn't stab him in the back the moment the job was done.
After a short pause, Itri finally spoke. "Alright. I'll forge you the most powerful artifact our people can create."
He raised his voice with pride.
"The Stormbreaker."
Decision made, he immediately began rallying his subordinates, barking orders and setting the forge into motion.
At this time, the dwarves had not yet been slaughtered by Thanos, so the forging process proceeded smoothly—none of the desperate sacrifices or catastrophic mishaps shown in the legends and movies.
One day later.
The moment Thor grasped Stormbreaker, his energy surged violently. Power flooded his body, his aura rising like a tidal wave that refused to be contained.
Without a word, he lifted the massive battle axe high.
And vanished.
A flash of light, and he was gone—teleporting away to test the weapon's power.
The forge fell silent.
Then Itri's face twisted in horror.
"Thor! Thor?! Where in the nine hells did you go?! Come back here!"
He stomped the ground in fury.
"Damn Asgardians—every last one of them! Treacherous, ungrateful bastards!"
He had planned to have Thor stay and help fend off Thanos once the weapon was complete. Instead, the god just took the axe and ran. No goodbye. No promise. Not even a courtesy nod.
They had used up every scrap of Uru metal they had. Countless hours. Endless effort.
And now?
Nothing.
How could he not be furious?
Just then, a dwarf came sprinting toward him, face pale, breath ragged.
"Your Majesty! It's terrible!"
Itri's heart sank.
"What now?"
"Thanos's warships… they've arrived."
The forge went deathly quiet.
…
On Earth.
At that moment, Thor had absolutely no idea just how dire things had become for the dwarves after his departure. He'd left in a hurry, and the consequences were now snowballing nicely without him.
The reason he'd teleported straight to Earth after forging the Storm Axe was simple enough: the sudden surge of power was… a lot. His body and mind needed time—and preferably violence—to adjust.
And what better way to adapt than by finding someone to spar with?
If we're talking friendly competition, then really, where in the entire Milky Way was more suitable than Earth?
Thor had quickly discovered that this planet was deeply abnormal. Ridiculously so. Extraordinary beings existed here in numbers that defied common sense, each with wildly different power levels—ranging from "punches through tanks" to full-blown godfather-tier monsters who bent reality like it owed them money.
Before long, Thor arrived at Stark Tower, Storm Axe in hand, fully prepared to give Tony Stark a friendly reminder of what divine lightning felt like.
Unfortunately, Tony was far too busy building what was apparently the anti-Thor armor to spare him even a glance.
Thor left, mildly offended.
Next stop: Bruce Banner.
Sadly, Banner—who had just clawed his way back to a semi-normal life—had zero interest in letting the Hulk come out to play. Thor tried encouragement. Thor tried pleading. Thor even tried looking sad and heroic.
Nothing worked.
Growing increasingly frustrated, Thor paid another visit to Doctor Strange.
At the time, Strange was knee-deep in research on how to stop Dormammu from turning Earth into a flaming nightmare dimension. He handed Thor a spatial mirror image, told him to "go nuts," and promptly ignored him.
In the end, a thoroughly unsatisfied Thor had no choice but to seek out other members of the Illuminati.
Ironically, it was this string of failed challenges that made him completely forget about the dwarves.
…
The Milky Way galaxy spans roughly 200,000 light-years and contains around 300 billion stars.
As for planets? Forget it. No one has an exact number. Planets don't emit light, which makes them astronomically rude and very hard to count.
Near a star in the galaxy's central region, a massive spaceship—the Temple II—hung in silent orbit.
Even so, a vessel the size of half a moon was still laughably insignificant next to the star itself, like a grain of sand drifting in an endless ocean of fire.
The reason Temple II was here was simple.
Thanos was inside the star.
A year ago, after conceiving the idea of cultivating within a star, he had wasted no time putting it into practice. That decision marked the beginning of his first year living in hellishly extreme conditions.
The results had been… encouraging.
Attributes that had once stagnated were finally increasing again, slowly but steadily. While the pace couldn't compare to the explosive gains of the Star Absorbing Technique, there was no bottleneck in sight. Progress continued, inching him ever closer to the peak of the Heavenly Father level.
More importantly, Thanos had a strong feeling.
Once his body fully digested the energy gained from the Star Absorbing Technique, he would be able to use it again.
As a system skill, it was clearly not meant to be a one-time affair.
The current limitation wasn't the technique itself—it was his body. The energy absorption had temporarily hit its limit, and digestion simply took time.
At this moment, more than a thousand kilometers beneath the star's surface, Thanos sat cross-legged, resisting the crushing pressure around him.
At this depth, gravity was nearly ten thousand times stronger than normal, and temperatures soared past twenty thousand degrees.
Even at the late stage of Heavenly Father-level power, the strain was immense. Thanos had to resist with everything he had.
Still, compared to a year ago—when he could barely survive a hundred meters below the surface—this was a massive improvement. Ten times deeper meant ten times stronger.
After a while, Thanos judged that the session was complete. He opened his eyes and rose to his feet, flying upward through the molten layers of the star.
A deafening roar echoed outward.
A violent burst of energy erupted at the star's surface, followed by a shockwave of plasma.
Then, a purple figure shot out into space.
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