Destroying My Own Novel

“Leave, or I will send you away,” Heimdall said as he stared down at Mykel and pointed his giant sword at Mykel’s face.

“Did I do something that would make others perceive me as a threat?” Mykel asked as he stared at the tip of the blade in front of his eyes.

“Anyone who’s not an Asgardian is considered a threat. I’m the protector of Asgard and I will do my duty until the end of time, no matter the cost,” Heimdall answered as he kept pointing the sword at Mykel and slowly moved it forward.

Mykel wasn’t impressed with Heimdall, and he was annoyed by the way Heimdall used his sword. Mykel grabbed the tip of the blade with his right hand and then crushed it with his grip.

“Your power can only send me to the worlds of Yggdrasil. Send me away, and I will destroy the world that you’re going to send me to,” Mykel stared at Heimdall with a sharp gaze.

Heimdall was astounded at how effortlessly a hand’s grip could break a sword that was crafted and forged by dwarves.

All that Heimdall saw was the future of his action, and so he retracted his sword and stared at Mykel with curiosity rather than fear.

“As Jord said, this place is a sacred place, Mykel Alester,” Freyja said as she warped the area around her. “But there will be no mercy to those who entered Falkvangr,” Freyja continued as she sent everyone to her place, Folkvangr.

A place that looked similar to Valhalla, and the only difference was that Folkvangr was ruled by Freyja. Those who were chosen by her would live in that world, while those who were chosen by Odin would live in Valhalla. Both worlds were similar in all aspects.

“When are you all going to learn that I could just leave and your threat means nothing to me?” Mykel asked as he stared at Freyja. “But then again, I have been wanting to play with all of you so I will stay for the fun,” Mykel continued as he emblazed his hands with [Hellfire].

Freyja closed her eyes as she took a deep breath, and her necklace made of gold with orange gemstones suddenly shined so brightly. A bright star appeared above her head and illuminated Folkvangr with it. The star that imitated the sun, but without heat.

Mykel stared at the necklace on Freyja’s neck, Brisingamen. The necklace with a godly power that gave protection to the people that were chosen by her. Not only did it give them protection, it also gave them extraordinary powers. It was said that a normal human could match a demi-God when exposed to its light.

Everyone who saw the light immediately reacted to it and approached the source of the light like moths. The light it radiated made Mykel light-headed, but as far as he was concerned, nothing made any changes on his stats.

A spear was trusted toward Mykel’s head, but he dodged it even though his vision started to blur. He kept dodging, and when his eyes finally got used to the bright light, he grabbed the spearhead with his left hand and stared at the Valkyrie who wielded it.

“Randgrid,” Mykel said as he stared at the silver-haired woman with silver eyes and white feathered wings attached to her armor. She held a giant shield in her left hand with a symbol of the Yggdrasil tree carved on it that was made of gold.

Mykel thrust his right hand into Randgrid’s shield and armor. He pierced through them, but not only that he pierced her armor, his hand pierced into her ribs right below her heart. He clenched his fist and pulled his hand out with Randgrid’s heart in his hand.

Rangrid collapsed so majestically without even showing a single pain in her expression. A face that didn’t fear death and her hair covered her face as her body slowly faded away into particles of light with her armor and wings.

Mykel stared at the particles and they slowly combined together. The particles slowly formed themselves into a humanoid form, and then the white feathered wings spread open, and Rangrid came back to life with her body and armor fully recovered.

It wasn’t because of Brisingamen, but it was because Valkyries were actually the souls of the strongest female warriors that were chosen by Odin and Freyja. They were already dead, and if they died, they would come back to life again.

Knowing how easy it was for Mykel to kill a Valkyrie, they didn’t want to make a move until they could strike to kill. Freyja knew that it was useless to let them fight him and that it would be a waste of time, so she decided to fight him on her own.

“You’re in my world,” Freyja paused as she removed her fur coat. “And I will show you the power of Aesir,” Freyja continued as she drew the swords hidden on her back.

“So you finally decided to fight? The first Valkyrie, Freyja?” Mykel smirked. “Then let’s get a bit serious,” Mykel said as he activated [False Daemon].

The [False Daemon] skill wasn’t only to give Mykel a wing, but it also had a passive skill that made the exact opposite of [Demon Bane]. It made the User to be able to hurt a divine being and dealt more damage to them, like Gods and something similar. It was a combination between [Demon Bane] and [Deus Obscissor] that allowed Luciel to kill a God if she wanted to.

Freyja threw her sword at Mykel, but Mykel dodged it easily. The sword turned around and tried to stab him in the back, but Mykel noticed it and moved to the side as he watched the sword fly back to Freyja who was already in front of him.

Freyja showed that she wasn’t only the Goddess of Love, Fertility, and Sex, but she was also the Goddess of War and Death. She swung her swords without even letting a gap between each attack, and Mykel had to fly away to avoid her.

Mykel watched every movement that Freyja made and tried to learn her attack patterns, but it was almost impossible because her attacks were so random and deadly at the same time. He then tried to block her swords with his bare hands, but his hands got cut before his eyes.

Mykel spent 24,000,000 Arcana Coins so he could regrow his hands back while at the same time Freyja didn’t stop attacking him. He decided to activate all his skills, and the gap was getting closer and closer until he finally outmatched Freyja’s speed and strength.

Mykel grabbed Freyja’s neck and threw her to the ground from above the sky. It was so fast that Freyja couldn’t fight the momentum, and then she hit the ground really hard. The ground had turned into a massive crater with Freyja in the middle who was still shocked by the impact.

Freyja grunted as she slowly stood up and looked up at Mykel floating inside the cloud.

Mykel slowly descended with something in his hand. “I believe this is yours,” Mykel said as he showed Brisingamen in his hand.

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