The light of the Rainbow Bridge split the sky over Wakanda, linking the heavens to the Earth in a pillar of divine radiance. Though the phenomenon was once a cause for alarm, by now the nations of Earth had grown accustomed to it.
Satellites registered the surge immediately, and the world's leading powers—especially those in the UN Security Council—recognized the signature. It was Asgard's teleportation technology. Envy lingered, but no one dared interfere. Every nation knew the same truth: you don't provoke gods.
Su Xiuyu arrived in Asgard with a mountain of vibranium and raw ore. Heimdall, ever vigilant, sent him straight to Nidavellir.
"Finally, you're back." Madara sat lazily on the cold metal ground, arms crossed. "Took you long enough. This place is dead boring."
He wasn't exaggerating. Nidavellir was no paradise. It was a massive, semi-artificial planet built around a neutron star, designed solely for forging divine weapons. There were no taverns, no dueling arenas, no scenery—just heat, fire, and machinery.
"There was a delay. Wakanda didn't have enough vibranium in immediate stock, so we had to dig it up ourselves," Xiuyu explained casually, not bothering to go into detail about the battle, the negotiations, or the god he tied up like a common beast.
Madara probably wouldn't have cared anyway.
"I brought a lot of raw ore," Xiuyu added, glancing at the towering cart behind him. "Think Nidavellir can handle it?"
The Dwarf King, Eitri, stepped forward with a grin. "If it exists, we can melt it. The heart of a neutron star is no joke. Your ores will be purified and refined faster than you can blink."
He paused, eyes sparkling with a mix of pride and curiosity. "Would you like to see the process yourself?"
Xiuyu nodded and gestured to Madara and Izuna. "Let's go. No harm in watching greatness at work."
Eitri led them to the foundry's core. The air grew heavier, the walls lined with runes and conduits pulsing with star energy. The main furnace loomed ahead—a colossal structure glowing with molten power.
Ordinary humans couldn't even approach the edge without being incinerated. But these were not ordinary men.
"If it's not too much trouble," Eitri said with a sly tone, "could you help throw the ores in? It's a bit much for me alone."
It wasn't really about needing help. Eitri was testing them. Odin had taken centuries to earn the dwarves' loyalty. If these new warriors were to inherit divine weapons, Eitri wanted to see who they really were.
Would they act entitled? Or did they still remember how to get their hands dirty?
Su Xiuyu smiled, seeing through the gesture instantly. "Of course."
His Rinnegan flared to life. With a wave of his hand, the vibranium and chakra ore lifted into the air in neat clusters. Gravity bent to his will as he guided the materials directly over the furnace and released them batch by batch.
Effortless. Precise.
Eitri was impressed. "Elegant. I expected brute force, but you're more refined than I assumed."
Xiuyu glanced at the furnace. "Do you normally smelt ores by hand? With Asgardian-level tech, I'd imagine you could automate this."
Eitri chuckled. "That would kill the soul of it. Casting divine weapons isn't like building machines. Assembly lines produce mediocrity. True craftsmanship is personal."
Xiuyu respected that answer. Madara and Izuna said nothing, but their quiet observation was enough to pass the test.
With the ores inside, Eitri activated the controller. The furnace began to shift, moving closer to the neutron star's core. Light and energy surged through the forge as the intense heat began melting the toughest metals in the universe.
Within half a minute, the vibranium and chakra metal had liquefied. Impurities evaporated instantly.
Xiuyu watched silently, though he knew his understanding ended here. The actual forging was Eitri's domain.
"What is this metal again?" Eitri asked, examining a separate batch.
"Chakra metal," Xiuyu replied. "It increases a weapon's energy conductivity. You can think of it as a spiritual conductor."
He extended his palm and formed a swirling Rasengan with a single hand. The condensed chakra spun violently, humming with raw force.
"This is chakra—a unique type of energy."
Eitri blinked. "It's… beautiful. Feels like the Thunder God's power, but different. Smoother."
He laughed to himself. "I've no skill in combat, so I can't distinguish nuances. But I trust what I see."
Xiuyu didn't elaborate. Chakra wasn't native to this universe. There was no reason to expect Eitri to fully grasp it.
By midday, all the materials—vibranium, chakra metal, and uru—had been purified and prepared.
Eitri stood before the trio with a serious expression.
"Now comes the final step—choosing your weapons. This is no light matter. These weapons may follow you for the rest of your lives. Choose carefully."
Madara didn't hesitate.
"I want a fan," he said, pulling out the Uchiha clan's signature war fan—his gunbai—a relic passed down through generations.
Eitri took it, turning it over in his thick hands. "Strange material. Neither metal nor wood. Shape's unconventional. Not exactly efficient in direct combat."
Madara shook his head. "Efficiency isn't the point. This fan represents who I am."
Eitri nodded. "Then it shall be reforged."
He turned to Izuna. "And you?"
Izuna hesitated, then pointed to a simple longsword. "That. I've trained in swordsmanship for years. I want something balanced and clean."
"A wise choice," Eitri said approvingly.
Finally, he turned to Su Xiuyu. "And you, traveler? What will be your weapon?"
Xiuyu fell silent.
He hadn't decided.
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"To be honest, I didn't know what to choose at first," Su Xiuyu muttered, scratching his head as he looked over the design options.
It wasn't that he lacked imagination—quite the opposite. Thor's second weapon, the Stormbreaker, was powerful and imposing. Its battle axe design radiated raw, destructive might. In contrast, Mjolnir felt a bit... underwhelming. Iconic, yes—but not exactly grandiose.
For someone like Su Xiuyu—who had long surpassed mortals and even many gods—style mattered just as much as power.
After a long moment of indecision, he made up his mind.
"An axe," he finally declared. "But not just any axe. I want something larger. More majestic. Something worthy of myth. Didn't Pangu create the world with an axe? Let's see if I can do the same."
Eitri grinned, already sketching mental blueprints. "Understood. We'll begin the forging immediately. All you need to do is wait patiently."
Without delay, the Dwarf King began mixing the three key ingredients—vibranium, chakra metal, and uru—in precise proportions. He poured the materials into the massive starforge furnace, its heart burning with the power of a neutron star.
"Brace yourselves!" Eitri shouted as the core ignited. "The furnace is running at full output! Energy will be flooding the system!"
Su Xiuyu watched intently. He remembered the events from the original timeline, where the star forge had nearly killed Thor. But that had been due to mechanical damage and overloaded systems. This time, the forge was in perfect condition. No one needed to risk themselves physically.
While the furnace roared to life, Eitri moved to the side chamber where the dwarves had spent days preparing the molds. Given the massive scale of the weapons, the entire forge team had worked tirelessly to carve every detail. These weapons weren't meant just for normal combat—they were designed to be wielded even within the colossal Susanoo.
"These are going to take time," Eitri warned. "You wanted something huge. That means melting, fusing, and shaping this much material will take longer than usual."
"No problem," Su Xiuyu nodded. "I expected as much."
He paused, then added, "By the way, Eitri… is it possible to forge armor? Not for combat necessarily—more like ceremonial or decorative gold armor. Something like this."
He extended his hand, manifesting the form of the Sagittarius Gold Cloth—brilliant, ornate, and regal.
Eitri raised an eyebrow in interest. "Full body armor? That's easy enough. I forged Odin's Destroyer Armor, after all. How many sets do you want?"
Su Xiuyu blinked. "Wait, it's that simple?"
"If you want armor on the level of Odin's Destroyer, that's a different story. But if it's purely for aesthetic purposes, and you want matching sets in the same design? I can make twenty at once."
For a moment, Su Xiuyu felt a little guilty. He'd been ready to haggle, but Eitri was being generous.
"…Let's wait until the weapon is done first," he said with a sheepish smile.
After hours of intense heat and celestial craftsmanship, the smelting process was complete. The forge began its final stage—the shaping and refining of the weapons. Eitri worked with precision, hammering away at raw divine essence. Sparks flew as the dwarves brought ancient runes to life on metal forged in starfire.
At long last, three weapons stood completed.
"Now," Eitri said, sweat dripping from his brow, "each of you—pick up your weapon. Bond with it. Call to it. If it accepts you, you'll feel it in your soul."
Su Xiuyu stepped forward.
He reached out his right hand—and the colossal battle axe, easily dozens of meters long, suddenly began to glow. As if recognizing its master, the weapon rose from the forge floor and flew into the air.
As it approached, the axe shrank, becoming more compact and proportioned to Su Xiuyu's human form. By the time it landed in his hand, it fit him perfectly.
"You recognize me," he whispered, running his hand along the gleaming edge. "Then I'll give you a name worthy of your strength."
He smiled.
"From now on, you'll be called… Pangu's Battle Axe. I doubt the great god Pangu will mind."
At the sound of its name, the axe began to hum and glow with renewed energy. It spun gently in the air, orbiting Su Xiuyu like a loyal companion.
Its handle and blade had fused seamlessly, radiating with a power that pulsed like a living heartbeat. Then, without warning, the Space Stone embedded in Su Xiuyu's armor reacted violently.
Streams of energy poured from the gem directly into the axe, causing the weapon to glow brighter—hotter—sharper.
"What's happening?!" Madara and Izuna turned as brilliant energy began flooding the room.
"The Space Stone?" Eitri muttered in awe. "Incredible… your weapon is drawing power directly from it. It's... absorbing the Infinity Stone's energy!"
He had seen the Stones before—up close—even forged an imitation gauntlet once. But never had he seen an artifact draw upon a gem's power so instinctively, so naturally.
Over the next hour, the axe absorbed massive waves of energy. The formerly plain surface was now alive with runes, galaxies of glowing script spiraling along its edge. When the energy finally settled, the Pangu Battle Axe had transformed into something legendary.
"Susanoo!" Su Xiuyu summoned his full power.
The thousand-meter Susanoo materialized with a thunderous crash, golden armor blazing as it towered over Nidavellir. At the same moment, the battle axe expanded, growing in size until it fit perfectly in Susanoo's massive hands.
Su Xiuyu took a deep breath.
"Let's see what you can do."
He channeled his chakra, poured his will into the axe—and swung it once toward the sky.
A crescent of raw energy erupted from the blade. It sliced through the sky of Nidavellir like paper, vanishing beyond the atmosphere.
Far, far away… in a dimension outside time and space…
The Dark Dimension.
Dormammu slept, drifting in eternal hunger. As ruler of a twisted reality, he had no need for rest, but his consciousness often faded into the void. He devoured, absorbed, and expanded. That was all he did. That was all he needed.
Until—
A rift.
A glowing axe-shaped energy slash tore through the dimensional barrier like a blade through silk.
The slash struck Dormammu directly in the head, erasing vast swathes of his body's dark essence.
The pain was instant.
The fury came next.
"Arggh, Who dares?!" Dormammu's voice echoed through the void like thunder.
His slumber was shattered.
And in that waking moment, Dormammu sensed it—his old enemy's aura. Stronger. Sharper. Now with a weapon forged from cosmic fire and vibrating infinity.
"Damn it! How did they pierce the Dark Dimension?!" Dormammu roared, shadows warping around him. "The Ancient One? No… I don't sense her. That signature… that power... it's him!"
What Dormammu didn't realize was that the strike had not been deliberate.
Back on Nidavellir, Su Xiuyu remained unaware that the swing he made—casually, even experimentally—had crossed realms and struck one of the most powerful beings in existence.
All he knew was that the axe felt right.
A perfect fit.
Dormammu, however, knew only rage.
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