Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 11 The Serpent Entangling the World
Rogner Island, inside a longhouse.

"Crackling..."

Inside the longhouse, made entirely of sturdy logs, the walls are covered with all sorts of weapons and animal pelts, creating a rugged and wild atmosphere.

In the center of the spacious house, a warm fire crackled and burned, and old Edgar sat before it, holding a glass of ale, lost in thought.

"What's wrong? Are you worried about the children again?"

Beside her, Jenny, who was already middle-aged and whose once beautiful face had inevitably been etched with wrinkles, looked at old Edgar beside her and said softly.

Old Edgar remained silent. As a very traditional Northman, he possessed many of the inherent characteristics of Northmen: bold, brave, fearless, and addicted to alcohol, often prone to fits of rage.

But this very person was unusually silent at this moment, sitting quietly, leaving no one knowing what he was thinking.

In Northrend culture, the death of a family member is a blood feud, something to be avenged at any cost, even for thousands of generations. Therefore, neither he nor his children questioned whether it was necessary to risk their sons' lives for revenge.

Undeniably, unlike other mythologies, in the world of Norse gods, whether gods or humans, men or women, strong or weak, they all often have a strong tendency towards berserkers, and each can be considered a natural-born warrior.

However, seeking revenge is one thing, and loving one's children is another. Even though he supports his daughter, old Edgar sometimes can't help but worry about his children.

However, as the man of the house, his responsibilities prevented him from speaking, so he could only remain silent and keep his thoughts to himself.

When Jenny asked him a question, he simply sat by the fire in silence, staring at the flames before him, making no attempt to speak.

Seeing that he didn't seem inclined to speak, Jenny looked at him, shook her head, and then murmured something.

"Yes, it's been more than a month."

As she spoke, she sighed.

Normally, it's not unusual for a ship to be at sea for several months, but the fact that it hadn't returned for so long still made her feel a little uneasy.

"O Nyorde, may you protect my children and bring them back safely."

She prayed silently, but just then, she heard a sudden burst of hurried footsteps, followed by a loud banging on the door.

"Clap clap clap!"

The loud banging on the door made the heavy wooden door sway slightly, accompanied by urgent shouts.

"Old Edgar, Old Edgar... open the door!"

She immediately recognized the voice; it was Aug, the messenger from Rogner Island.

"Could it be..."

A thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately got up and walked to the rough wooden gate.

"squeak……"

She pushed open the door, and a panting figure appeared in her sight—it was none other than the messenger Aug.

Before her, Aug's long, disheveled blond hair was streaked with morning dew, and his usually agile body, renowned for its speed, was now utterly exhausted, proving that he had probably been running for a long time.

Looking up at Jenny in front of him, Aug first tried to adjust his breathing, and then said hesitantly.

"Mrs. Jenny, I hope you can calm down when you hear this news..."

"..."

As the messenger spoke, everything around seemed to gradually lose its color, turning pale.

Looking at Aug's anxious face before him, his lips moving in and out, yet he couldn't hear a sound. The once noisy world gradually faded into silence, the entire world... eerily quiet.

My vision became somewhat unsteady.

Atler, Harrett, Hanna, Olga, Lina...

Countless names were stuck in Jenny's throat, as if they were about to burst out, but she couldn't say anything.

His lips parted, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he couldn't utter a single word.

Instead, there was a body suddenly leaning backward, and a husband looking panicked as his vision gradually darkened...

……

A month later, through the panicked descriptions of the Norse warriors who had barely escaped with their lives, the name of the great serpent "Jormungandr" spread throughout the coastal region and gradually reached the continent inhabited by humans, Midgard.

Whether fishermen, warriors, or women, they all couldn't help but marvel at the legend of this giant serpent.

Legend has it that this son of Loki, an unprecedented giant serpent, possessed a body comparable to an endless mountain range, and its head was as large as any mountain. When it was enraged, its gaping maw could swallow an entire city whole.

According to the bards, the giant serpent was prone to rage, which often stirred up the sea, causing storms and raging waves...

People who revered this enormous serpent began to call it...

"The serpent that coils around the world."

……

But in the bottomless depths of the sea, this colossal creature is now sleeping peacefully, unlike anything seen before...

Meng didn't care at all about the world's amazement and astonishment. In fact, he didn't pay much attention to the little people riding in "small boats" that he had encountered when he was shedding his skin.

Simply put, I am too insignificant.

To him, it was nothing more than being bitten by an ant while he was sleeping, and then casually slapping it to death; it was not worth mentioning at all.

Aside from being slightly annoyed when he was bitten, he didn't even remember the incident.

On the contrary, Meng was more concerned about his stomach than about humans, who were smaller than ants.

As a typical mythical creature, Meng is extremely unscientific in every sense.

For example, he can inexplicably grow larger without eating anything, which completely violates the law of conservation of mass and energy. From the time he became conscious until now, less than two years have passed, yet his body has already become unbelievably large.

On the other hand, as his body grew larger, he also became increasingly hungry, and only by constantly and frantically eating could he barely satisfy his hunger.

The hunger was so intense that Meng was unable to engage in any more pointless thinking, because simply racking his brains to try to fill his stomach had already exhausted all his energy.

As the saying goes, "A poor man has little ambition, and a thin horse has long hair."

When a snake is starving all day, sometimes even to the point of having bloodshot eyes and losing its mind, constantly thinking about what to eat, you can hardly expect this snake, which often doesn't know where its next meal is coming from, to have any leisure time to think about anything else.

However, the only advantage is that although the intense hunger is strong, it will not cause Meng to starve to death; it is just a simple feeling of hunger.

When Meng molted for the first time, the hunger subsided for the first time. Although she was still extremely hungry, she was no longer as hungry as before, to the point of completely losing her mind.

But because of this, the giant snake had its first time to rest quietly and wait for its skin to shed.

(End of this chapter)