In this chaotic world, it all started when they found an elf girl.

Roy was temporarily residing in Freya's luxurious palace, where his food, clothing, and lodging were of the highest standard in the world. He didn't need to lift a finger for any of the mundane tasks; the fairies would handle everything. Roy lived a very carefree life, spending his days strolling around the palace, resting, and recovering his physical and mental strength from the great battle with the fallen celestials. Although it was called a palace, it was actually a self-contained world, with gardens, lakes, towns, and even deserts and forests… its area was astonishingly large, equivalent to most of the lower realm, and it could be expanded or shrunk at will, leaving Roy amazed by Odin's creativity.

This palace is a completely independent little world, capable of satisfying all material needs in the world.

Roy spends his days strolling around, resting, and exploring his next world-class feat—forging a divine weapon. In the evenings, he soaks in hot springs to heal his injuries and enjoy the service of the goddess of beauty.

Under his careful guidance, Freya's back-rubbing skills went from clumsy to proficient, until they became superb. She learned very quickly and could even apply what she learned to other situations. Those little movements made him itch with desire.

After some time, Loki's gaze toward Roy began to turn strange.

Loki asked, "You slept with Freya, didn't you?"

"Cough! Cough!"

Roy almost choked on Loki's words.

Loki leaned closer to Roy and whispered, "I have to warn you, the number of guys who slept with Freya in the Celestial Realm could stretch from the South Pole to the North Pole. She's not the kind of innocent girl you imagine."

Roy's eyes were calm: "Loki, I didn't expect you to talk badly about others behind their backs."

"When did you get the idea that I wouldn't talk badly about others behind their backs?" Loki grinned mischievously, looking just like the cunning red-haired devil.

Roy shook his head and said, "Loki, don't say anything that's not good for unity. I know what I'm doing."

"Tsk tsk!"

Loki gave Roy a meaningful look. Since he was already speaking up for Freya, it seemed he hadn't slept with her yet, especially since she had reminded him. Roy couldn't stand Loki's gaze; the main problem was he hadn't even slept with Freya yet—it was too unfair! He changed the subject: "Let's not talk about that, let's get down to business!"

Loki asked, "Have you encountered difficulties forging the artifact?"

"Hmm!" Roy's expression wasn't very good.

With that, Roy led Loki to his blacksmith workshop, which was half the size of Orario and far more luxurious than his workshop in the Nether. It had everything he needed: fuel, materials, and tools!

The gods were all eagerly awaiting Roy's eleventh world-class feat, gathering information through various channels. Whatever material Roy needed, as long as he released the news, gods would deliver it to him within an hour.

Roy's twelve trials were no longer just his own affair, but had attracted the attention of the entire Celestial Realm.

Driven by this unparalleled amusement, the gods went mad, transforming into super-powerful laborers who were paid to work for him. They were extremely enthusiastic and could fulfill any of Roy's needs, except for not being able to directly forge artifacts for him.

Many of the goddesses, when they met Roy, openly or subtly indicated that if they were under too much mental stress, they could seek help from them to relieve their sexual needs. The goddesses were quite sexually interested in Roy.

On several occasions, Roy's underwear was almost pulled off by those unsatisfied goddesses during their encounters. He even considered locking himself up; the Celestial Realm was truly dangerous.

If even goddesses are like this, then there are countless female fairies who want to mate with Roy.

Back to topic.

Roy and Loki entered the forging workshop, where they were greeted by mountains of materials, scraps, and finished products, filling their entire field of vision. Materials worth hundreds of millions in the lower realm were carelessly squandered by Roy; he didn't care at all. The next morning, a large amount of materials would automatically refresh, all collected and delivered by the gods and spirits.

On the other side, Roy had forged a whole bunch of epic, legendary, and quasi-god-level equipment, but there wasn't a single "divine artifact" in sight. Loki asked, "Where did you run into trouble?"

Roy gave a wry smile: "Loki, you should ask where you're not having any trouble... We're completely clueless!"

Once he actually started, Roy realized that the world-class feat of "forging divine artifacts" was likely even more difficult than defeating the Fallen Gods and Immortals! Defeating the Fallen Gods and Immortals was a predetermined fate.

Roy could exploit the conflicts among the fallen gods to sow discord and weaken them, but such a clever trick is completely meaningless when it comes to forging divine artifacts! Forging divine artifacts requires ultimate skill, genius-level inspiration, and unimaginable perseverance and dedication; there are almost no shortcuts. Loki said with a regretful expression, "There are many gods who can forge divine artifacts, but humans who can forge divine artifacts... I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't help you."

Forging divine artifacts is entirely different for humans and for gods; they are practically separate fields. There is simply no technique in the world for humans to forge divine artifacts independently. There is an inherent, enormous gap between the two. The gods cannot comprehend the weakness of humanity, let alone imagine how such a weak being could forge divine artifacts. Therefore, none of the gods could help Roy.

Loki wore a bitter expression. Given her opportunistic nature, she would have loved to steal dozens of artifacts for Roy, but that wouldn't count as a great achievement for him.

Loki was furious that Roy was trying to get her back to Earth, but he couldn't help her. He vented all his anger on a certain culprit, that damned Chaos who gave him this problem.

After seeing Loki off, Roy stayed alone in the forge, where the air was scorching and heavy.

Inside the enormous furnace, dark red magma churned slowly, casting flickering light on the surroundings. A dozen minutes later, he decided on the direction of his exploration for the day.

Roy rallied and continued forging equipment.

He stood between the furnace and the anvil, shirtless, his muscular frame covered in fine beads of sweat that gleamed bronze in the firelight. His left hand gripped the massive bellows lever firmly, his arm muscles taut as he slowly pulled it backward.

"call!"

The bellows emitted a deep, powerful roar, and a strong stream of air suddenly poured into the bottom of the furnace.

The raging flames burst forth from the furnace.

The flames rapidly changed from dark red to blazing white, the temperature soaring dramatically, a wave of heat washing over Roy and whipping his black hair back. Roy squinted, his pupils reflecting the leaping white flame, his right hand adjusting several ventilation valves on the side of the bellows by feel. Then, with long-handled tongs, he pulled a strange, glowing red-hot metal blank from the furnace, its intense heat distorting the space around him. "Clang!"

Roy placed the glowing red metal blank in the center of the anvil, gripped the forging hammer in his right hand, took a deep breath, and increased the strength in his waist, abdomen, shoulders, and back. The hammer, carrying the full force of Roy's body, sliced ​​through the scorching air and slammed down heavily.

At the moment of impact, sparks exploded like golden fireworks on the metal blank, scattering in all directions. The deafening roar echoed throughout the workshop, and even the ground seemed to tremble.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!!"

Roy's eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and his movements were so fast they were almost blurry. The hammer rose and fell in a continuous, relentless motion, gradually removing impurities from the metal blank. After countless hammer blows, intermittent reheating, quenching, and polishing, a simple, ancient longsword gradually took shape.

The sword was long and straight, its entire body displaying a dark, night-like metallic luster with a restrained, cold gleam, and its blade radiating a chilling sharpness. However, Roy stopped hammering.

He placed the partially formed blade on the inspection table, picked up a soft cloth soaked in special coolant, and wiped away the surface dust. Then, Roy closed his eyes and examined the blade prototype with his keen senses.

Time slipped away silently.

The only sound was the occasional crackling of the fire.

After a long while, Roy slowly opened his eyes, frowned, and showed a dissatisfied expression.

"No, it hasn't reached its limit!"

Roy muttered to himself, and without the slightest hesitation, reached out and grabbed the blade that was about to become a quasi-god-level weapon, throwing it into a distant pile of scrap metal. Almost without rest, Roy continued working, the crisp sound of metal striking metal echoing through the workshop.

Dang! Dang! Dang! !

Roy crafted over a dozen preliminary pieces of equipment, but none of them achieved the desired effect, so he threw them all into the trash. He knew he had failed even before reaching the final product; they were only in their initial stages.

In fact, Roy possesses several divine artifacts—the World Shield, the Three Emperors' Contract, and the War God's Belt.

The World Shield has no physical form and cannot be referenced.

The Three Emperors Contract is an extremely special three-in-one contract with no reference value. The Black Dragon, Leviathan, and Behemoth are known as the three great adventurers' commissions, and they seem to have some kind of connection in the dark that cannot be replicated.

The only thing that could be analyzed was the War God's Belt that Ivelda gave him, but Roy studied it for more than ten days and still couldn't understand it at all. It was really too exaggerated. With his current forging skills and knowledge, he couldn't even see the basic composition and forging techniques of the artifact.

Roy could only describe the artifact in one word.

Perfectly natural!

Like a god born from the heavens, perfect and flawless.

Roy gave up on creating a divine artifact in one go, only wanting to reach the level of a divine artifact in a certain aspect, but still failed, the gap being astonishingly large.

"Damn it!"

Roy was defeated and felt deeply frustrated. Was he really unable to forge the artifact? Astraea and the others were still waiting for him in the lower realm, and he had no idea what the lower realm had become.

Roy knew that haste makes waste, but his patience was wearing thin with each failed attempt to forge the artifact, leaving him both anxious and desperate. Just then, a captivating fragrance wafted through the heat of the workshop, swirling around Roy's nose. He turned around, and there stood a stunningly beautiful figure at the entrance—Freya!

She wore a simple and pure white dress that perfectly accentuated her enchanting figure, a gift from heaven. It revealed her smooth, jade-like neck and delicate collarbones, while her soft silver hair cascaded over her shoulders and back, radiating a warm and lustrous glow.

Her features were exquisite, her skin delicate, like the finest mutton fat jade, and her eyes were like autumn waters, those eyes that contained a thousand charms, in addition to their usual allure and depth, also had a touch of clear concern and tranquil gentleness, quietly gazing at Roy's back.

Her perfectly sculpted nose and soft, rosy lips were all exquisitely beautiful, creating a breathtakingly beautiful picture. Roy glanced at Freya; she was very pretty, but he wasn't in the mood to pay her any attention right now.

Freya said earnestly, "Roy, I've found a way to help you forge the divine artifact as quickly as possible!"

Roy immediately perked up: "Explain in detail!"

Freya glared at Roy, annoyed. Roy's mood changed so quickly, but she didn't seem to care. Instead, she began to recount, "Odin once created a method for forging divine artifacts. By using gods as materials, one could bypass all sorts of limitations and easily forge divine artifacts..."

Freya was still enthusiastically recounting Odin's "quick method for creating artifacts," oblivious to Roy's increasingly strange expression. Only when she sensed the deathly silence in the workshop did Freya turn to Roy and ask, "What's wrong?"

Roy said, "The method you're describing involves sacrificing the life of a god, including their power and divine strength, to forge a divine artifact." Freya muttered softly, "So you've heard of it."

It's like a displacement reaction. As beings of the same god level, gods are certainly no worse than divine artifacts. In fact, gods are the best material for forging divine artifacts, without exception. But the price is that the other party will die!

Roy continued, "The god to be sacrificed must be willing, otherwise the forging of the divine artifact will surely fail."

"It doesn't matter. With my charm, those guys will willingly jump into the furnace. No matter how many tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of gods are sacrificed, I will help you forge a true divine artifact!" Freya said confidently.

Roy remained silent, simply staring at her, a gaze that made Freya extremely uncomfortable.

Roy said, "Freya, what if it were you?"

Freya replied instantly, "Absolutely not! I still want to enjoy a loving life with you. How could I possibly sacrifice myself? We have so many other materials; we don't need me!"

Hearing Freya's firm refusal, Roy wasn't disappointed. Instead, he looked at her with an even more complex expression, even a hint of pity. Roy sighed, "Freya, do you want to die?"

Upon hearing this, Freya finally reacted, the excitement in her beautiful eyes vanished without a trace, and her tone was low: "So you know... Roy once heard about this 'artifact forging method' from the god Gubniu. It can indeed forge a real artifact in a short time, and this artifact can also obtain the power and divine strength to sacrifice to the gods, possessing infinite power, even more powerful than ordinary artifacts!"

But the prerequisite is that the gods must offer sacrifices voluntarily!

This voluntary act cannot be mixed with any external factors, including Freya's allure. Only when the god wholeheartedly and sincerely sacrifices his or her power, divine strength, soul, and everything else can it succeed!

Looking across the entire celestial realm, Roy couldn't imagine any god willing to sacrifice so much for him.

Perhaps only Freya right in front of us!