Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Looking into Frigga's sincere and earnest eyes, Peter nodded emphatically:

"I will do my best, but I cannot guarantee the outcome."

"After all, if your son insists on going up there to get himself killed, there's nothing I can do to stop him, right?"

Thor grinned and patted his chest.

"Don't worry, Mother, I've grown a lot during this time!"

Seeing the two of them chatting and laughing, Frigga took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, and regained the composure and dignity befitting the Queen of Asgard.

She turned and walked towards the core area of ​​the forging furnace, explaining as she went:

"To forge a divine artifact, three prerequisites are required."

"The first condition is the material; only Uru metal can withstand the blessing of divine power..."

At this point, Frigga paused, glancing at Peter with a hint of a smile in her eyes:

"But this shouldn't be a problem for you, right? You clearly have Kur's aura on you, so it seems you've already fought with his subordinate, the Heavenly Hammer Venerable."

"Given your personality, I don't believe you would let a divinely powerful hammer slip away right under your nose."

"Fine, the plan to feign poverty has failed!"

Peter shrugged helplessly, then took out the Stonebreaker's Hammer and the Soulbreaker's Hammer from his storage ring, followed by the World Tree branch and Uru metal that Odin had given him earlier.

Finally, to prevent running out of materials, they pulled out a piece of vibranium.

Such a grand gesture even surprised Frigga, the diva, who raised an eyebrow in astonishment.

"You are much richer than I imagined."

After her reflections, she continued her previous topic:

"The second is fire."

"Forging Uru metal requires a flame that reaches at least the temperature of a star's core. To simultaneously melt the World Tree's branches, the flame itself must possess divinity."

As Frigga spoke, she raised her hand, and a crimson gem appeared in her palm:

"This is a fragment of the Eternal Flame."

"It is part of the core of the fire giant Surtur, and most of Asgard's artifacts—including Mjolnir—were basically refined and forged from it."

"but……"

At this point, Frigga's expression turned somewhat serious.

"Because it hadn't been used for many years, it had completely gone out, and it would take me a lot of effort to relight it."

Upon hearing this, Thor became anxious:

"Mother, wouldn't igniting the Eternal Flame consume your very lifespan?"

Frigga opened her mouth, about to say something, when Peter interrupted her.

"No need for that."

"What?" Frigga and Saul were both taken aback. Frigga then patiently explained:

"Mr. Peter, I know you mean well, but igniting the eternal flame is not an easy task..."

Before she could finish speaking, Peter had already turned on his little broken watch and then took out the Fire Ring from his storage ring.

The next instant, dazzling golden divine fire erupted from his body, engulfing Peter's entire body! The flames were brilliant and sacred, filled with the warm divinity of creation and protection, making even Frigga, the queen of the gods, feel a sense of warmth and comfort from the bottom of her soul.

"This flame... is even purer than the divine fire I condensed using only my primordial power!" Frigga exclaimed in disbelief.

"It's not over yet~!"

Peter chuckled softly, and in his left eye, the blood-red eternal kaleidoscope pattern spun wildly.

A flame, so black it seemed capable of swallowing all light, silently rose from the palm of his left hand.

Amaterasu.

Frigga took a half step back.

If the golden divine fire made Frigga feel at ease, then when this black flame appeared, she instinctively felt the hairs on her body stand on end!

She could not feel any temperature from that flame, only a destruction and end that transcended the concept itself and was pure to the extreme!

That is the essence of death that even the gods would tremble at!

Frigga instinctively took a half step back, not out of fear, but out of a life-or-death instinct of awe for her "natural enemy".

"It has the quality of never going out; it can burn to any degree I want."

Peter smiled at Frigga:

"That's why I said, you can leave the fire stuff to me."

Frigga remained silent for a long time before finally speaking in a dry voice:

"Thirdly... is the inscription. Every Asgardian artifact needs to be inscribed with runes, and the quality of the inscription determines the artifact's effect and power limit."

This step requires precise control over Asgardian divine power—precise enough that not even a single stroke of a pen can be wrong.

"I can teach you the knowledge and skills of inscriptions."

But this time, I'll personally take charge of the inscription. After all, mastering rune inscriptions usually requires decades or even centuries of practice..."

Peter interrupted her again:

"Just tell me all the knowledge about the inscriptions and their corresponding effects, and I'll handle the rest myself. It'll definitely be more efficient than if you inscribed them yourself."

Frigga looked at Peter's excessively young face with a hint of speechlessness.

Where does this person get his confidence from?

But recalling the terrifying nature of the black flame just now, and her husband's extremely high praise for the person in front of her.

In the end, she said nothing, but pointed her finger at her forehead, thus transmitting a vast amount of runes into Peter's mind.

She was genuinely curious about how long it would take Peter to master this knowledge.

Is he just a fearless newborn calf, or is he truly a genius at learning rune magic?

Just as these thoughts were running through his mind, and he was anticipating Peter opening his eyes and showing a troubled expression,

But she was destined to be disappointed.

Faced with that vast sea of ​​knowledge, Peter completed the deconstruction and compilation in less than a minute!

"I see……"

As he spoke, Peter opened his eyes, and the dual-god resonance mode was instantly activated.

He was bathed in golden light and stretched out his right hand, quickly drawing in the air.

One after another, complex and ancient runes, symbolizing "power" and "rules," appeared out of thin air, shimmering with a stable and powerful golden light!

Frigga initially just smiled and watched Peter try.

But the more he looked, the stiffer his smile became, until it turned into deep shock.

How...how is this possible?!

The inscriptions that Peter wrote were... exactly the same!

This is not even a simple imitation, but a complete understanding of the essence of the runes, and a perfect reproduction of them using one's own divine power!

After only three attempts, Peter's eyes suddenly lit up. Ignoring the shocked looks of the others, he raised his hand and threw the Uru metal and World Tree branch into the forging table.

"Peter, take it easy!" Thor couldn't help but complain.

"Only a small section of a tree branch in this world can be born once every thousand years. Once it's ruined..."

"Shut up!" Before he could finish speaking, Sif slapped him on the back of the head.

When has Peter ever done anything he wasn't sure about?