Heimdall!
The name tore itself from my throat.
It was the year 500,000 on the Asgardian calendar—
my two-thousandth birthday.
The entire realm of Asgard shone brighter than the stars themselves. Golden banners fluttered through the sky, divine music echoed across the halls, and my name was chanted by gods and mortals alike, resounding through the Nine Realms.
The palace was magnificent beyond words—every pillar carved with runes of glory, every hall flooded with light. All important figures, kings, warriors, and gods of the Nine Realms had gathered to celebrate.
The banquet flowed beautifully.
Wine like liquid starlight. Laughter. Pride.
Then—
Something felt… wrong.
Not far from the palace, the air itself seemed open—as if reality had been torn ever so slightly. A distortion. A wound.
Curiosity overcame caution.
I moved toward it.
And the moment I drew close—
I was pulled in.
When my senses returned, I was no longer in Asgard.
I stood in an unfamiliar forest, ancient trees towering above me, their leaves shimmering with dense, vibrant life energy. The air itself felt alive—powerful, refined, structured.
Beautiful.
I reached inward, calling upon my divinity.
Nothing.
No thunder answered.
No lightning stirred.
My divine authority was gone.
Only my body remained—
the enhanced physical might granted by my Asgardian god-bloodline.
Strength. Durability. Instinct.
As I moved forward, a low growl echoed through the forest.
Five massive figures emerged from the shadows—demonic werewolves, their crimson eyes locked onto me.
Then—
BING.
A sound rang sharply in my mind.
Welcome, Host, to the Realm of Gong Ju.
A translucent blue screen appeared before my eyes.
Host: Thor
Age: 2000 years
Physical Strength: Comparable to Peak Golden Core
Durability: Peak Nascent Soul
Speed: Comparable to Peak Qi Practitioner
Power: None
Abilities: Super Hearing, All-Speak (Rare Bloodline Ability – Allows understanding and speaking of all languages)
Before I could respond, the screen shifted.
Detected Targets:
5 Peak Foundation Establishment Realm — Demonic Werewolves
Current Objective: Defeat all enemies
I stared at the screen.
"The nerve," I said coldly. "Do you have any idea who I—"
BAM!
A werewolf lunged at me.
I caught it mid-air by the throat and slammed it into the ground with enough force to crack the earth.
The others attacked at once.
Ten minutes later.
I emerged from the bushes, drenched in blood—none of it mine.
My mood was… terrible.
BING.
The blue screen reappeared.
Congratulations, Host!
You have earned 50 System Points for defeating Peak Foundation Establishment Demonic Wolves!
System Points may be used to acquire Martial Arts, Qi Pills, Rare Weapons, or participate in the System Lottery!
System Name: Kuang Si
I will be your System.
I stared at the screen.
Slowly, I pinched the bridge of my nose.
"I don't care about any of that," I said flatly.
"First—where am I?
Second—how do I go back?"
Silence.
Then—
Sorry. I cannot assist with that.
You are on your own, Host.
I am not a servant. I am a System.
My blood began to boil.
"Listen carefully," I said, voice heavy with restrained fury.
"Do you know who you're talking to?"
"I am Thor, God of Thunder.
Son of Odin.
Heir to the Throne of Asgard and the Nine Realms."
The screen paused.
Then replied:
Still cannot help.
I was seconds from losing control—
When I heard voices.
Human voices.
I turned away from the screen.
"You're lucky," I muttered. "For now."
You too, the System replied.
My irritation doubled—but I forced myself to breathe.
Following the sound, I reached a waterfall.
And froze.
A group of women bathed in the water below—pale skin, elegant figures, faces beautiful enough to shame goddesses.
I immediately turned away.
I have dignity.
Manners.
And I am two thousand years old.
Then—
System Notification:
For peeking, Host will receive 50 System Points per target.
Bonus rewards increase with attractiveness.
My jaw dropped.
I spun back toward the screen, furious.
"Kuang Si—or whatever you are—who do you think you're dealing with?"
"I am a man of dignity. I will not do such shameless things!"
Silence.
Then—
So you refuse?
"Yes!" I snapped. "Absolutely not!"
…Seriously?
"NO."
A pause.
Then—
Alright. Bet accepted.
Suddenly—
A loud noise erupted.
Every woman turned at once.
"PERVERT!"