Nidavellir.
The dwarves remained trapped in shock, unable to regain their senses for a long ti.
They stared at the King of Artifacts—carefully enshrined by Eitri, waiting to be sent to Asgard—with feelings too complex to na.
On one hand, it was the greatest glory to cast such a supre creation with their own hands.
On the other, it was endless awe toward Lucci's bottomless vision and strength.
Lucci ignored the fanatical and complicated gazes around him.
To him, forging the Stormbreaker was rely a test project—practice and an exam in "Stellar Forging Art."
Through that practice, he gained a deeper understanding of the forging laws he had mastered, and at the sa ti, the thought in his heart beca clearer and firr:
He wanted to forge his own natal artifact.
The Stormbreaker was powerful, but in the end it was an "external object." Its power relied on accumulated materials and runes, pursuing pure outward destructive force.
That did not match Lucci's "Path."
Lucci's Path was to seek inward, to probe the origin of the cosmos, and to transform oneself into the universe.
The "Great Cosmos ditation thod" he practiced pursued resonance between soul and cosmos, and control and application of laws.
The primal true fla he possessed was a fla of creation and destruction that surpassed all ordinary fire.
The artifact he needed could not be rely a weapon for battle.
It had to carry his Path, beco an extension of his power, and a path toward enlightennt.
He did not need to pursue the ultimate destructive force of the Stormbreaker—because Lucci himself was the strongest "destructive force."
But the artifact had to possess several core characteristics:
First, it must perfectly match his "Great Cosmos ditation thod." It must store and amplify his divine soul power, even aiding in law deduction and cosmic ditation.
Second, it must be able to carry origin—becoming the "sheath" and "core" of the true fla, releasing its power in subtler and more terrifying forms.
Third—and most importantly—it must have infinite growth.
It could not be a dead thing fixed into a form with fixed power.
Its strength must synchronize perfectly with Lucci's own.
As Lucci's understanding of the Path deepened and his command over cosmic laws increased, the artifact should evolve and transform, displaying new forms and greater power.
It would accompany Lucci from the Nine Realms to the cosmos and into wider unknown domains.
It would beco more than a weapon.
It would be part of Lucci's soul, an extension of his will, the embodint of the "Path" he walked across heaven and all worlds.
Once this thought took root, it grew into a towering tree in an instant.
Lucci's eyes shone brighter than ever, billions of stars rearranging and recombining within his deep pupils—as if he was conceiving the shape and function of a unique Path vessel.
He wanted to use the highest materials of the Nine Realms and beyond, with "Stellar Forging Art" as core theory, his true fla as forging fire, and cosmic laws as the engraving brush—
to forge for himself a tool no ancient or future being had ever possessed.
When Lucci told Eitri his thoughts, the dwarf king's reaction was ten thousand tis more excited than Lucci expected.
"Y-you… you're finally going to forge a weapon for yourself?!"
Eitri's voice trembled with excessive excitent, his weathered face glowing as if he had beco a hundred years younger.
This was unquestionably the greatest glory the dwarves had ever received!
To witness it with his own eyes—to help the "God of Forging" create his natal artifact—what a divine opportunity!
It was not only a chance to learn, but the highest glory that would be carved into history and rembered by Nidavellir's dwarves forever!
Eitri almost didn't hesitate. He abruptly turned and ordered the dwarves behind him, his booming voice like a bell that drove them mad:
"Pass down my command!"
"Open the Vault of the World's Heart! Open the Vault of the Star's Grave! Unseal the Vault of Abyssal Whispers!"
"Open every tier of our rare divine treasure vaults—accumulated over tens of thousands of years!!"
"Everyone!!"
His voice echoed through the vast ring world, filled with unquestionable resolve and fanatic devotion.
Amid the dwarves' stunned and excited gazes, Eitri turned back to Lucci, bowed deeply, and spoke fervently:
"Your Highness!"
"Every tal, every gemstone here, is the crystallization of our Nidavellir dwarves' labor and pride over tens of thousands of years!"
"From today on, it is all yours!"
"If you like it, use it freely—no matter how precious, no matter how rare!"
"No other words!"
Eitri straightened his chest and struck his breastplate with a fist—bang.
"Even if you want to smash my throne into materials—I won't frown!"
"Nidavellir will spare no effort to build that… supre Path vessel!"
"We will give everything!!"
Behind him, thousands of dwarves roared in fanatic unison, their voices shaking the sky.
Lucci stared at the frenzied scene and felt a slight stirring in his chest.
He could feel Eitri and the dwarves' sincere devotion and dedication.
He nodded simply.
"Alright."
That single word was the best answer to such a heart.
Under Eitri's personal guidance, Lucci stepped into the topmost vaults—places only the dwarf king could normally enter.
The sight would drive any knowledgeable person insane.
The "World's Heart" vault was filled with rare minerals harvested from planetary cores across the Nine Realms—so radiating the breath of life, others containing destructive energy.
The "Star's Grave" held the remains of fallen stars: neutron star fragnts, white dwarf cores, even strange crystals that survived supernova explosions.
In the deepest part of the "Abyssal Whispers" vault were even more ominous, taboo items: tals stained with dark-dinsional aura, divine fragnts left behind by the Goddess of Death, Hela, and even mysterious substances from unknown dinsions that could not be analyzed.
Lucci walked through the vast vault, understanding already opened, eyes shining with golden light, perceiving the most fundantal law attributes of each material.
He did not choose the prettiest materials, nor the ones with the strongest energy.
He had only one criterion:
Whether it was compatible with his Path.
First, he took a tal shard the size of a fist, yet heavier than a mountain—"Neutron Core," extracted from a neutron star's heart, containing ultimate laws of "collapse" and "mass."
Next, he chose vibranium ore from Wakanda. Not the hardest, but its "energy absorption and impact" laws were uniquely profound.
He walked to a black crystal container. Within floated a singularity barely visible to the naked eye.
It was a tiny black hole core captured from a dying universe by dwarf ancestors, symbolizing laws of "devouring" and "return to ruin."
A hellish bone fragnt stained with Hela's divinity carried pure laws of "death" and "end."
A World Tree branch soaked in the Fountain of Life for ten thousand years symbolized "life" and "creation."
A "Heart of Space," condensed from pure spatial energy, represented laws of "dinsion" and "distance."
…
Lucci walked slowly, taking "top-tier divine materials" that looked almost casual—yet resonated with his Path in the darkness.
In the end, he carefully selected top-tier divine substances, containing different laws such as star, space, ti, life, death, creation, destruction, devouring, reincarnation, and more.
When Lucci placed these eighty-one divine materials before the central forge platform, Eitri and every dwarf went blank.
"Your Highness…" Eitri swallowed with difficulty, unable to stop himself. "As for the nature of these materials… the conflicts are too great. Even neutron star furnace flas would struggle to fuse them perfectly—there could even be an energy backlash…"
In his view, even the neutron star furnace's power—enough to forge anything—seed powerless before such a complex combination.
But Lucci calmly shook his head.
He glanced at the blazing opening of the neutron star furnace above and said lightly:
"Who said we're using that?"
Eitri froze. "Not using the furnace? Then… what will we use?"
Lucci didn't answer.
He walked to the center of the forge platform and sat cross-legged before the pile of divine materials.
Under the confused and bewildered gaze of all the dwarves, Lucci closed his eyes.
In that mont, the whole world seed to fall silent.
The next instant—
Lucci slowly opened his mouth.
Huu—
A strand of fla, thinner than a hair, flowed from his lips—an ultimate pure golden fla, gently exhaled.
When it appeared, it emitted no startling heat. It floated quietly in the air, like an ordinary golden candle fla, faint and weak.
Yet the mont the dwarves saw it, their faces changed in unison.
They felt the blood in their bodies and souls tremble—an instinctive submission before this tiny fla.
Proud skin that could withstand magma looked like the most flammable paper before it.
Eitri's eyes widened even further.
Even the colossal neutron star furnace flas above seed to lose their brilliance before this golden fla—like fireflies competing with the bright moon.
What kind of fla was this?
It was absolute, overwhelming.
This fla was born from Lucci's cultivation of the "Great Cosmos ditation thod," belonging to him alone—
the Origin True Fla.
It was a recreation of that tiny source fla at the beginning of cosmic creation.
Lucci stared at it, eyes calm.
"Not enough."
He gently blew toward it.
Huu—
The golden origin true fla grew with the wind—not with a pop, but silently, shockingly swelling in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, it expanded from a candle fla to a fireball the size of a human head.
In another blink, it beca a colossal golden sphere of fla—more than ten ters in diater—hanging quietly above the forge platform.
Inside it blazed with dazzling radiance, as if cradling a nascent universe.
On its surface burned a thin layer of dark-gold fla like a black hole's edge.
Strangely, such a massive fireball radiated no heat outward at all.
The surrounding air remained cold, as if the fla didn't exist in this space.
Yet the unimaginable temperature at its core began to subtly distort nearby space, creating rippling, waterlike optical illusions.
The dwarves were already stunned.
Mouths agape, they stared blankly at the miraculous golden fireball, minds empty.
"Using the body as a furnace… breathing out true fire…"
Eitri muttered. Under the violent shock, his voice went hoarse, his legs lost strength, and he knelt again.
He finally understood why Lucci said the neutron star furnace wasn't needed.
Compared to the true fire before him, the neutron star furnace fla was like ordinary firewood—mixed and crude.
Like fireflies to the bright moon.
Under the dwarves' godlike gaze, Lucci moved.
With one hand, he drew.
The eighty-one top-tier divine materials piled on the forge platform were pulled as if by an invisible force, rising one after another and flying into the colossal golden fireball.
What happened next completely overturned the dwarves' understanding of tal and forging for tens of thousands of years.
The "Neutron Core," heavier than mountains, couldn't last even seconds after entering the true fire—it silently lted into a puddle of silver liquid.
The vibranium ore, capable of absorbing all energy, had its internal molecular structure collapse instantly under the true fire's refinent, turning into violet strears.
The tiny black hole core didn't devour the true fire upon contact—rather, the "creation" law within the true fire neutralized it. Its "return to ruin" was peeled away, and it finally beca a drop of pure darkness.
The death-divinity-stained bones, life-bearing twigs, space-condensed spurs…
…
Ti passed without anyone noticing.
Under terrified gazes, the eighty-one supre divine materials—enough to burn for ages in ordinary fla—were swiftly, silently dissolved, decomposed, and recombined by Lucci's origin true fire, like tossing ice and snow into boiling soup.
In the end, all divine materials lost their original forms completely, becoming a mass of liquid tal floating in the heart of the true fire—chaotic, containing an entire starry cosmos within, glittering with tiny starlight.
Lucci's expression beca solemn.
He knew the most critical step had arrived.
If the lting was "kneading dough," then shaping and engraving would be the true "creation of life."
He used no physical tools.
At this level, ordinary hamrs and engraving knives would only taint the purity.
"Divine thought is the hamr. Laws are the carving. It must be cast into immortality!"
A great voice roared within Lucci's heart.
His eyes snapped open, and what burst forth was no longer re gaze, but two golden divine auras condensed purely from divine soul power.
They vanished instantly into the chaotic liquid tal.
Buzz—
The mass of liquid tal trembled violently, as if a soul had been injected.
In that mont, Lucci's consciousness fully subrged into the chaos, fusing with the most primal fragnts of laws.
His divine thought beca an invisible hamr of creation, "forging" the chaotic substance in the subtlest, most ingenious way.
Not by physical strikes—
But by using imnse divine soul power to adjust ratios of law energies, straighten tangled threads of chaotic laws, and transform mutual opposition into resonance and interdependence.
It was a vast, delicate project.
The computational load alone could collapse the universe's highest omniscient civilizations in an instant.
Yet to Lucci—who possessed heaven-defying comprehension and practiced the "Great Cosmos ditation thod"—it all felt natural.
He poured in his understanding of the universe, his recognition of the Great Path, and his mastery of "Stellar Forging Art."
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