From Gods to Marvel

The day passes and night falls.

Along the road adjacent to the river bank, white candles burned slowly.

A portrait, a flower.

Town residents are paying homage to the deceased in their own way.

Weida?6?1 In the picture, a well-dressed handsome man is looking for something by the river with his mobile phone flashlight on.

Magna clutched a bouquet of daisies and came to the memorial site alone.

Weida moved upon hearing the sound, holding a hammer and hiding behind a big stone to watch.

This is an ordinary hammer with a wooden handle. The only thing worthy of praise seems to be a "w"-shaped character carved on the end of the handle. That is runes, which are also the characters of the Nordic gods.

This hammer is a relic of Grandpa Magnar.

Iris also held a bouquet and came from the opposite direction. He knelt down, lit a candle, and then gently placed the flowers in front of the candle.

"She's the bravest girl I've ever met."

"Isolde... is the only friend I have since I returned to Edda."

Magna looked at that photo gently, as if her soul rested here.

"The dead rest in peace, the living mourn."

Iris patted Magna on the shoulder and headed back the way he came.

"Hey, there's a party later."

Magna shouted at the retreating figure.

Iris didn't turn around or even answer.

Weida glanced at Iris's back, but didn't care much. His eyes were fixed on Magna. He hesitated for a moment, as if he remembered something, and then he didn't take action.

……

On the main road, a white Maserati sped by. Its streamlined shape and snug grip all declared the value of this car.

Iris listened to the roar of the sports car, but ignored it and just walked on his own.

The sports car stopped beside him.

"The party is about to start."

Larn pressed down the car window, her brown eyes mixed with a bit of confusion, she looked at Iris's angular profile with a half-smile, and extended an invitation.

"Ms. Principal, or...Mrs. Yutu.

I have no intention of attending this kind of extravagant party that only involves drunkenness and dreaming. In comparison, a department store with an hourly salary of ten euros may be more suitable for me. "

Iris stood on the right side of the road, looking down at the noble beauty in the car.

"Ten thousand."

Rahn unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, revealing a patch of white skin. Maybe it was too hot in the car.

"what?"

Iris was stunned. Things seemed to be developing in some directions that he had not expected.

"Ten thousand euros."

Rahn added the currency unit lightly. Ten thousand euros was almost equivalent to two months' salary of a white-collar worker, but it was worthless in her eyes.

"Beautiful lady..."

Iris smiled.

Rahn smiled too.

"Tall figure, elegant temperament, mature aura, the temptation of wealth... I bet no man will refuse you."

Iris continued, and Rahn opened the right door with satisfaction.

"Unfortunately, I'm only a boy."

Iris left with a smile, and the smile on Rahn's face froze at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then bloomed again.

"interesting."

Rahn licked his lips and stepped on the accelerator without closing the car door.

竦～

Iris quickly retreated, and then avoided the car door that hit him. He looked at the sports car going away expressionlessly, but suddenly smiled.

"The Yu Tu family...a group of lunatics."

There is no moon on this night, and the stars are as numerous as gravel, hanging on the night sky, reflecting the world.

"Iris, you're already ten minutes late."

The old woman stood at the door of the department store. She was short, with disheveled white hair and a red nose. She looked a little funny, but anyone could see how angry she was at this time.

"I think so. I'm indeed late. I'll deduct it from my salary."

Iris smiled warmly at her, stepped up the steps, pushed open the glass door, and put on his blue uniform with familiarity. He was about to go to the warehouse to move goods.

The old woman stood in the checkout counter, looking at his back, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Boy."

Iris turned around when he heard this.

"Someone wants to meet you."

The old woman smiled, showing her uneven yellow teeth.

Iris looked out the glass door and saw a one-eyed old man wearing a cotton hat, riding an electric bicycle and smiling at him.

He subconsciously clenched the palm of his right hand.

The old man didn't come in. His lips opened and closed slightly, but the voice came in.

Noisy, mysterious, ancient, it's not Norwegian, it's not English, it's probably not any living language.

Even Isolde's father, Eric, the only history teacher at Ada Middle School, would never be able to understand anything from this almost gibbering noise.

But Iris understood.

"Warrior created by the power of thunder, your soul will enter the Hall of Valor."

The old man smiled.

Iris saw a huge and dreamy palace, with seven-colored aurora covering the entire world. He could vaguely smell the fragrance of mead, and heard the mix of battles, songs and dances.

Pain.

There was an indescribable pain in the palm of his right hand, like hundreds of dull and rusty saws cutting into his body.

"Do not."

Iris replied.

The aurora dispersed, the palace collapsed, and the department store lights flickered a few times, but did not go out in the end.

"You have stolen the power of the gods, and you will die by Gangnir's sword."

The one-eyed old man smiled and rode away on his electric bike.

"He was always crazy."

The old woman grinned at Iris, but there was no hint of a smile.

"Fate has a way of playing tricks on mortals."

Iris' voice was trembling, but his eyes did not flinch.

"Okay, I don't count you being late today. Anyone who meets that bad old man will not feel better..."

The old woman looked away, fiddling with the scanning machine at the cash register, smiling and comforting.

"Thank you."

Iris walked toward the department store. He opened the secret door and entered the dark warehouse.

boom!

The door is closed.

He leaned against the door, breathing heavily, sweat pouring out of his skin and flowing down in streams.

Feelings of powerlessness and fear came together. This is the reaction that mortals should have when facing gods.

Half a minute later, Iris stood firm.

"No matter how good the Hall of Heroes is, it is just a gathering place for war souls. It is better not to go there until the matter is clear."

He calmed down.

"God King Odin? Countless believers pray day and night, but they have never seen you come to the world.

The devout old believers have passed away, the new believers have turned to Christ, and you can only hide in Edda.

In this way, what is the difference between gods and mortals? "

Iris released his palm, and the scarlet hot gem fragments were suspended in the air, exuding a mysterious brilliance.

"Yu Tujia...Magna...Old God...

Nothing can stop me from taking revenge, not even Gungnir. "

Iris gritted his teeth and allowed the backlash to come. An artifact shaped like a spear appeared out of thin air in mid-air.

Hair, dark and pale.

Skin, dry, plump.

The backlash comes and half the lifespan disappears.

“I like clearly marked prices!”

Iris smiled.