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Chapter 147: Odin—Aaron Is a Terrifying Existence Beyond My Comprehension!
🕑 Added 2025-03-19 12:10:43 +0000 UTC"Father, were you looking for me?"
After receiving Heimdall's summons, Thor hurried over.
Seeing Aaron standing beside Odin, he paused for a moment before striding forward with a hearty laugh, wrapping Aaron in a firm hug.
"Aaron! You finally decided to come back!"
Then, lowering his voice, he added, "When you have time, come have a drink with us. And bring Sif along too. Volstagg and Fandral keep complaining that it's been too long since we've had a proper party!"
"Next time," Aaron replied with a smile.
"Hey, what do you mean, 'next time'? Isn't now the perfect opportunity?" Thor scoffed. "Midgard isn’t keeping you busy, is it? If you ask me, you should just stay in Asgard. There’s nothing fun down there anyway."
Thor sounded slightly dissatisfied.
"Thor!" Odin’s voice carried authority, cutting through his son's excitement. "Aaron is here on official business. Do not pester him."
With that, Odin handed a document to Thor.
"What’s this?"
Thor took the parchment and glanced at it, but before he could read further, Odin interrupted.
"Don’t worry about what it is. Just sign it first, then read it."
"Oh… alright," Thor said, scratching his head before obediently signing his name at the bottom.
The moment he did, he felt something unseen connect to his body. His instincts flared, and he immediately activated his divine power to scan his surroundings.
But he found nothing.
"Father, Aaron, did something just attach to me?" he asked, puzzled.
"Don’t worry about it. Just take a look for yourself," Odin dismissed him with a wave of his hand.
Meanwhile, Odin himself was using his divine power to probe the skies.
Invisible…
Even Heimdall might not be able to perceive this "magic net," he thought grimly.
Odin's expression turned serious. He had already employed both his Odinforce and his magic, yet he still couldn't detect the presence of the magic net.
He only sensed a vague, mysterious force lingering nearby—unseen by the naked eye.
What an eerie creation…
Odin cast a deep glance at Aaron before finally signing his own name on the treaty.
At that moment, he saw it.
A golden thread-like network spread from Thor, pulsating with energy.
"So, this is the so-called 'node'?" Odin murmured. "As long as one provides a substantial amount of energy first, they can increase their authority and receive energy feedback in return."
Pondering for a moment, Odin uploaded a portion of his divine power into the system.
In an instant, he felt energy flowing out of his body, siphoned away through the invisible network.
The suction of the magic net was undeniable.
Odin could clearly perceive the process of energy transfer.
This was a controlled transaction.
If he wished, he could stop the transfer at any moment.
The magic net did not forcibly extract power—it only took what was voluntarily given.
This much, Odin was now certain of.
"The treaty was truthful about this aspect," he muttered. "Now, for the next test…"
Odin exhaled slowly, relieved.
If the magic net had been able to absorb power against his will, he would have been forced to confront Aaron—perhaps even at the cost of his life.
Looking up, he met Aaron’s gaze, who was watching him with an amused smile.
Odin remained impassive.
"Aaron, I've already spoken to Erin about this," Odin said. "After studying magic at Kamar-Taj, go to her. She will assist you in setting up the first phase of the magic net at the Magic School."
"Much appreciated," Aaron said, nodding.
He waved goodbye to Thor before turning to leave.
Thor, however, was still struggling to grasp the situation.
But at that moment, something dawned on him, and his face lit up with excitement.
"My divine power just increased again! Hahaha! Is my divine blood awakening further?"
He grinned proudly.
"I knew it! I have inherited the blood of the oldest gods—there’s no way I would be weak! Turns out, this was just the second awakening of my bloodline!"
He turned to his father eagerly.
"By the way, Father, how many times have you awakened? Do I still have more awakenings ahead of me?"
"Awakening, my foot! Just read the contract properly!"
Odin resisted the urge to hammer some sense into his son.
He had to remind himself:
This is my son. My own son. If I strike him, he will only become stupider!
"Magic Net Contract? Oh… so that’s what it is!"
Thor finally lowered his gaze, only now noticing the contract details at the top.
Odin frowned.
Good grief… Did you even look at the paper before signing?
Soon, Thor finished reading the document and looked up at Odin with a deep frown.
"Father, are we now connected to the magic net? And Aaron is the one who weaves and maintains it! That means… the increase in my divine power just now wasn’t from an 'awakening'—someone must have uploaded their divine power, and I received a portion of the feedback…?"
Finally, he understood.
At least he wasn’t completely hopeless.
Odin nodded blankly.
"Oh… so that means, from now on, we'll have to rely on Aaron to get stronger? No way!" Thor exclaimed. "I am the future King of Asgard! Your own son! I have the blood of the God-King flowing through me!"
"How can we rely on something like this to grow stronger?"
Thor's pride revolted against the very idea.
He might not be able to defeat Aaron, but he was still Asgard’s future ruler—a god among gods!
The notion that his power would now depend on someone else unsettled him deeply.
"Enough! Just accept the energy and stop complaining!" Odin commanded.
He had no intention of letting Thor refuse.
In fact, he wasn’t even planning to have Thor oversee the expansion of the magic net.
Instead, he would entrust that task to Erin.
After all, this entire affair would undoubtedly affect Thor’s standing among the Asgardians.
Odin understood that this arrangement clashed with the dignity of a God-King.
But the reality was clear—Aaron’s magic net was destined to dominate the magician world.
Even if Odin forbade all of Asgard from connecting to it, there would still be those who sought its power in secret.
And Odin had no absolute authority over the dwarves, light elves, or the Vanir.
If they connected to the magic net and experienced rapid magical advancement—
If they mastered powerful spells and overcame their previous limitations—
Then turned their newfound strength against Asgard…
The balance of power in the Nine Realms could shift dramatically.
Asgard had the strongest warriors in the realms.
But before a true master of magic, even the mightiest warrior was just another pawn.
Given that inevitability…
Why not embrace the future and secure Asgard’s place at the forefront of magical evolution?
By participating in the magic net’s expansion, Odin could guide its growth.
And ensure that no other realm possessed high-level authority within the network.
With the creation of the magic net, Aaron’s momentum had become unstoppable.
No, in truth, Odin had lost the ability to stop him the moment he sent Aaron to Kamar-Taj under the guise of "exile."
The magic net had merely shattered his last lingering illusions of control.
In the future…
The survival of all the Nine Realms would hinge upon Aaron.
And as the magic net spread further, Aaron himself would ascend into a being beyond Odin’s comprehension.
Thinking of this, Odin felt weary.
He was old.
The younger generation had grown too powerful.
He sighed deeply.
At least he’s Asgardian…
Unfortunately… he is not my son.
Without another word, Odin turned and walked away.
Thor watched his father’s retreating back, frustration written across his face.
"So… I have to rely on Aaron to grow stronger now."
He scoffed.
"A Prince of Asgard… a future God-King? What a joke…"
"What happened? You look troubled."
In the backyard of the Golden Hall, Frigga gazed at the preoccupied Odin, concern evident in her eyes.
"Sigh..."
Odin let out a heavy sigh before explaining the situation with the magic net.
Frigga listened patiently to his report, her expression shifting from surprise to contemplation. Then, a smile tugged at her lips.
"Isn't this a good thing? That boy, Aaron, is an Asgardian after all. His magic net can help stabilize your increasingly uncontrollable energy to some extent."
"That may be true, but..."
"Are you worried that he'll use this as an opportunity to claim the throne of Asgard and rule the Nine Realms? Odin, you're overthinking things."
Frigga understood Odin's concerns and sought to reassure him.
"If he truly had such ambitions, he wouldn't have waited this long. With his power and reputation, he could have gathered followers ages ago and joined forces with Loki to stage a coup."
"But he didn’t."
Odin had considered this as well.
As much as it unsettled him, Frigga was right.
Aaron's magical prowess was terrifying.
Even though Odin had instructed Heimdall not to monitor him, the glimpses he had caught—combined with what Thor had relayed—left no doubt. Aaron's power was at least on par with his own.
And on top of that, he possessed two Infinity Stones.
Odin knew there was no way to stop him.
"That boy has developed the magic net and successfully tested it in Kamar-Taj. If he truly harbored any sinister intentions, would Yao have allowed it?"
"If she didn’t interfere, then it’s clear Aaron poses no threat to the Nine Realms."
"Besides, his ambitions far surpass anything you or I can imagine."
"The Nine Realms are too small to contain him."
Frigga had seen right through Aaron’s heart.
Indeed.
Once he attained the strength to protect himself, Aaron's goal shifted from mere survival to continuous growth.
His sights were no longer set on the small corner of the Nine Realms, but on the galaxy, the universe, and dimensions beyond reality itself.
Even the multiverse.
The Omniverse.
He no longer cared for the so-called throne of Asgard—just another seat among the countless new pantheons.
If he wished, he could bring down the greatest empire of the New Gods, the Almighty City, in an instant.
Zeus, Hercules, and their ilk would be no different.
"Sigh..."
Odin sighed again.
Failure.
The dream he had once chased, the distant ambition he had failed to achieve—now, an ordinary Asgardian might accomplish it.
He had been just as ambitious once.
He had longed to conquer the universe and bend it to his will.
But that was a fantasy.
Even with his strength, he had recoiled in the face of the unknown horrors lurking in the depths of the cosmos.
So, he turned back.
Settled for ruling the Nine Realms.
Chose to usher in an era of benevolent governance.
And in pursuit of that vision, he had even suppressed the child who most resembled him.
His firstborn.
Hela.
Erased all traces of her existence.
Time passed.
He failed.
And now Aaron had risen.
At such a young age, he had already amassed power beyond comprehension.
Conquering the universe was no longer just a dream—it was something he could achieve alone.
What a terrifying man.
Odin let out a deep sigh.
“Well… there's nothing more to do but study this magic net.”
"I will dedicate the remainder of my life to ensuring Thor's succession."
With that thought, Odin channeled his divine power into the magic net.
His power was vast—far beyond what any ordinary Allfather should possess.
Without hesitation, he transferred more than half of it, keeping only enough to maintain Hela’s seal.
He had no need for energy now.
Empowering Thor took priority.
And as long as he remained in Asgard, he could continuously replenish his divine power from the realm itself.
Though not as fast as Hela's recovery, it was still substantial.
Once the transfer was complete, Odin began experimenting with the magic net.
He downloaded and tested various spells.
He even uploaded magic never before seen on the net, contributing in exchange for further knowledge.
"Impressive!"
"Different magicians can upload their spells as well. The magic net serves as a communication hub, allowing mages to abandon traditional teaching methods and share knowledge freely."
"This will greatly advance the magical world!"
"Why didn’t I think of this before?"
"How does Aaron’s mind even work?"
"If Thor were half as clever, I wouldn’t have to worry so much!"
Odin sighed repeatedly, awestruck by Aaron’s brilliance.
But soon, another thought struck him.
"Wait a minute."
"Based on today’s uploaded energy conversions, a significant portion of the magic is being stored within Aaron himself."
"With all the magic from Kamar-Taj’s sorcerers and my own divine energy, any normal being would have collapsed under the sheer overload."
"How is he able to absorb so much power without ascending to a higher state of existence?"
Odin frowned.
This was one of the fundamental challenges in constructing a magic net.
Even if he had conceived the idea himself, he would have been unable to bypass this limitation.
"Forget it. No point in dwelling on it. The magic net isn’t something so easily replicated."
He chuckled, shaking his head.
Even if he understood how it functioned, he wouldn’t be able to recreate it.
His brief research alone had revealed that constructing such a system was far more complex than it appeared.
The creator would need magical proficiency surpassing all current sorcerers—even the gods of magic.
And intelligence far beyond the brightest minds.
Even a mere fraction of the net's mechanics could astound the God of Wisdom.
Which meant…
Aaron’s knowledge and magical prowess had already exceeded the limits of the New Gods.
Odin even doubted that the ancient gods of old could achieve what Aaron had.
That boy had transcended the New Gods.
He had become something else entirely.
A being beyond comprehension.
Outrageous.
How had Midgard—of all places—produced such a monster?
Odin gave Frigga a helpless smile.
"Aaron is the most unpredictable being I’ve ever encountered. He is stronger than me."
Frigga stared at him, stunned.
She knew her husband well.
Beneath that aged face lay a prideful heart.
A pride greater than even Thor’s.
He had been far more arrogant in his youth.
And yet, here he was, openly admitting his inferiority to a mere mortal-born Asgardian.
This only deepened Frigga’s curiosity.
What exactly is the magic net?
Without hesitation, she connected to it.
And embarked on a journey through the Marvel Universe’s magical web.
Meanwhile, at the School of Magic…
Aaron had found Erin.
His former magic teacher—the one who had first introduced him to the art.
She still looked as he remembered.
Still wore that magnificent robe.
The only difference was…
She no longer carried the serious, dignified demeanor of a teacher.
When she looked into Aaron’s eyes, they were filled not with authority—
But with pure joy and pride.
