Aaron completely ignored the conversation between the father and son and reached out to touch the Eternal Flame. When his hand touched the fire, the imagined high temperature did not appear. The Eternal Flame was completely unable to cause him any harm.
Aaron melted a portion of the fire without any effort.
He didn't know if it was an illusion but the originally leaping Eternal Flame seemed to have shrunk a bit, though it was still quite massive.
[Flame Control: You have mastered the power of flame and can freely create flames to fight enemies.]
[Flame Elementalization: You possess the ability to transform into flame. In this state, you are immune to telepathy and flame abilities, mostly exempt from physical attacks, and can fly freely.]
[Resurrection of the Dead: You possess the power to pull the souls of the deceased into the present world, bringing them back to life. However, after resurrection, they are still undead, not truly living beings. Only undead creatures can be perfectly revived (Fenris, Surtur).]
(T/N: Surtur can also be considered a Dimensional Demon God, or even a God of the Netherworld.)
[Eternal Core: Similar ability detected (Solar Core). Fusion completed. The miniature sun within your body has acquired the characteristics of the Eternal Flame. It will burn infinitely, continuously releasing power to strengthen your body.]
A joyful flame rose from Aaron's palm. This was no ordinary fire, but the Eternal Flame that could resurrect the dead as undead creatures.
This was the flame of the Eternal Solar Core, which he could summon at will, possessing all the characteristics of the Eternal Flame.
In other words, he had become a Surtur who was not Surtur, possessing the ability to produce the Eternal Flame. He could also control the Eternal Flame as he wished.
In reality, this flame was a special kind of life energy, containing an astonishing amount of power.
It could also be used as a tool for enchantment. Even an ordinary piece of equipment, imbued with this flame, would possess extraordinary power.
The most suitable for it was undoubtedly the Twilight Sword, forged by the Eternal Flame.
To better unleash this power, Aaron felt it was necessary to make a trip to Muspelheim and have a chat with Surtur about life.
Perhaps, having acquired Surtur's characteristics, he could more perfectly utilize the energy of the Eternal Flame and also accelerate his "growth."
Otherwise, he would truly just lie flat, waiting for time to pass, slowly getting stronger by doing nothing.
That sounded pretty good too?
Odin looked sideways at the flame in Aaron's hand. "Do you have any relatives or friends you wish to resurrect? I sincerely advise you, never try the Eternal Flame. The life it resurrects, strictly speaking, is no longer them."
"That will be a Netherworld creature that cannot die and cannot feel pain, one that should not exist in the world. For the person themselves, it is a torment."
"If they are a God, I suggest you bring them to Asgard. Perhaps their soul can go to Valhalla, instead of having their body and soul defiled by the Eternal Flame."
Odin knew the characteristics of the Eternal Flame, but after Frigga's death, he did not use it for resurrection. He loved Frigga, not an undead Frigga with a defiled body.
In Asgard, warriors who died in battle were not truly dead, but experienced a different kind of ending.
Their souls would eternally exist in Valhalla, their spirits immortal, and perhaps one day they would awaken again.
Aaron shook his head. "I don't need this thing."
He waved his hand, and the Eternal Flame vanished with a whoosh. It seemed as if it had never appeared.
Odin looked deeply at Aaron's right hand. He couldn't see where Aaron had hidden the item.
Quite a skilled spatial ability, perhaps the power of the Celestials?
Odin was wary of the Celestials. Unless absolutely necessary, he would not casually interact with them.
But Aaron was different, the blood of the Asgardian Race still flowed within him.
As far as he knew, his previous Asgardian royalty were all male, so it could only be that an ancestor brought glory to the kingdom, and the thought inexplicably excited him.
He also wondered where Bor found a female Celestial. Speaking of which, are there female Celestials? This is a problem...
"By the way, where is Muspelheim?" Aaron thought for a moment and decided to first figure out Surtur's location.
Odin said, "I will give you a geographical record, detailing information within the Nine Realms, and even an updated star map of the Milky Way Galaxy. It will contain what you are looking for."
Odin didn't understand why Aaron was so fascinated by these Divine Artifacts.
Was it some special fetish?
He wasn't going to ask further. Anyway, the Divine Artifacts he collected had already been used as bargaining chips.
Perhaps these represented his past glory, but compared to Asgard, glory was dead. This land he deeply loved, and the Asgardian people, were alive.
"You want to find Surtur?"
Odin frowned. "I don't mind you going to see him. Although his current strength is far from what it once was, we signed a truce..."
Aaron interrupted him, "Until tomorrow, I am still a Midgardian. Don't worry, I'm just going to borrow something from Surtur."
Could it be Surtur's crown?
Odin thought to himself, 'Wouldn't that be taking Surtur's life?'
As a benevolent ruler, Odin clearly had the ability to kill his mortal enemies, but he always refrained in the end.
If it were Thor and Loki, he might stop them. But if it was Aaron...
Never mind, at least for now he wasn't an Asgardian.
What does Surtur's death at his hands have to do with me?
Odin recalled the scenes from the prophecy and cared even less about whether Surtur lived or died.
"Then you need to be very careful. Besides Surtur, Muspelheim has countless Fire Demons and ferocious Fire Demon Dragons."
"Although you are strong enough, Divine Power also has its limits."
Odin gave a warning, then no longer bothered.
At this moment, Frigga entered, followed by two maids carrying golden armor.
Seeing this, Odin smiled at Aaron. "I think Loki has already told you, this is the armor we specially prepared for you. We've added some small magic to it to make it more convenient to wear."
The two maids unfolded the armor.
Aaron glanced at it, then looked at Thor with a strange expression.
Thor looked at the armor in thought. Why did it look so familiar?
He touched the two unfurled wings by his ears, then realized with a hearty laugh. "Father, this thing looks just like my armor."
Idiot, that is yours.
Loki muttered inwardly, his face expressionless.
"Your set is still being designed. The Asgardian style is just like this."
Odin smiled, pulling Aaron over to look at Thor's armor. "Let's see if it fits first. If there are any design issues, we can change them on the fly."
The more he said this, the more Aaron felt that this thing originally belonged to Thor.
Is he going to completely fleece Thor?
The unluckiest guy in Asgard!
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