Nordic: I Created a Forbidden Land for the Gods

Mythical Age, Norse mythology.

Rumble!

Above the icy sea, the once clear sky turned pitch black, with thunder and frost clashing wildly in the dark clouds. Amidst the terrifying chaos, two figures exuding astonishing power emerged.

On one side was a frost giant, over a thousand meters tall, with deep blue skin.

On the other side was a beautiful figure clad in armor and wielding a long spear.

Her beautiful, flowing blonde hair, jewel-like eyes, stunning beauty, and the lightning surrounding her all proclaimed her noble status.

Valkyrie!

Norse mythology has gods, among whom the Aesir are the most famous. The great god Odin established Valhalla to eliminate all heresy, and the Valkyries are the ones who preside over it.

They are Odin's adopted daughters, messengers of death, symbols of honor, and known to all living beings.

Their greatest enemy, and the greatest heretic opposing the gods, is the giants, the oldest race in the universe, the embodiment of chaotic power.

At the height of the giants' power, the entire Norse lands were shrouded in the shame of being imprisoned in birdcages.

Therefore, Slud is hostile to the giants.

They must be driven out of all of Northern Europe, leaving no one alive!

Rumble!

As the battle drew to a close, Slud swung her spear, and with a thunderous roar that pierced the sky, the blizzard collapsed, piercing and exploding through the chest of the deep blue giant.

Seeing the frost giant let out a mournful scream and its aura weaken visibly, Slud relaxed, but unexpectedly the aura that had fallen opposite him surged back up.

The opponent clearly did not intend to die in vain. With a roar, it used its last strength to unleash a powerful punch that shattered Slud's armor.

boom!

Slud groaned and coughed up blood, feeling all her internal organs and bones shaking and collapsing. Her delicate body flew backward like a cannonball, crashing into an island and creating a huge crater.

She landed in a field with plenty of soft soil and wheat ears underneath, avoiding direct contact with the rock face and minimizing the impact.

This is a very fortunate thing.

But it's not the same for those who reclaim land.

Thick smoke and dust rose, and in the center of the crater, her consciousness continued to blur.

Just as things were about to fall silent, he seemed to see a young man carrying a hoe, looking at him with a bewildered expression.

……

……

"The pulse is normal, the body temperature is normal. I don't know if it's divine constitution or just good luck that I'm still alive despite being injured like this."

"Ninety-eight percent of the rice was destroyed by that fall. She really knows how to pick a spot. Winter isn't over yet. Is she trying to make me starve to death?"

"Why not just throw it into the icy sea? At least that would vent our anger."

"But what if he doesn't die and comes back to take revenge?"

"If this Valkyrie doesn't eat beef, she'll face retaliation even if left unattended..."

"Am I destined to be afflicted by misfortune? I always seem to clash with the Aesir gods..."

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……

On the bed, Slud slowly opened her eyes, looking somewhat dazed and confused.

But the moment she saw the unfamiliar ceiling, her nerves tensed up instantly—a stress response she often experienced while navigating battlefields.

Was he captured and imprisoned by heretics?

She instantly switched to a fighting expression, her entire body instinctively exploding with power. Her immense divine might exploded like a storm, directly blowing the ceiling away.

Slud, who had originally planned to fight to the death and even imagined being surrounded by a bunch of giants and having no choice but to humiliatingly shout "Kill me!", was suddenly stunned.

Then she realized that she was in a place that used to be a small wooden cabin, with a bed, a table, a cupboard, and even a fireplace for heating. It seemed very ordinary and cozy.

The reason for saying "once" and "seemed to be" is mainly because his divine power blew them all away and smashed them to pieces, leaving only a few resemblances to their former appearance.

Only then did Slud remember the young man.

He had a handsome head of black hair, but compared to the gods, he seemed quite ordinary; he was just a mortal.

Was he the one who saved me?

It seems like he was the one who took care of me while I was unconscious...

I think I even smashed his field...

As her morning grumpiness subsided, and combining various clues, Slud's thoughts gradually became clear.

Looking at the ruins, Slud's beautiful face gradually stiffened. She picked up some wood chips and scraps, trying to salvage the situation, but she was quite flustered and at a loss.

She's just a Valkyrie; she wouldn't be that skilled with handicrafts.

The more I tidied up, the worse the situation got; I even accidentally broke some furniture that was barely intact...

After much pointless fuss, Slud had no choice but to cut her losses and stop, ceasing all efforts to gather further evidence at the scene.

Sensing the presence of living beings not far away, she hesitated for a moment before seemingly giving up and walking over to take a look.

Stepping out of the original threshold and looking around, she vaguely remembered that this was a small island called Lindong, based on her memories of coming to this sea area.

It's only a few thousand square meters, which is very meager. Compared with other islands on the map, it's just a small black dot. When you fly over here to fight giants, there is only a small hill less than a hundred meters high and a small patch of forest that are relatively easy to see. Most of the other place is wasteland, but it can still be easily overlooked.

She initially thought it was an uninhabited island, but she never imagined that there had been houses built in the grove.

She sensed only one living presence nearby.

Slud judged that the other party was a mortal who had drifted here and had limited energy. The wooden house and farmland were probably the other party's entire property.

Especially in the frigid sea, where it is winter 70% of the time, although it doesn't matter to the gods, it is difficult for mortals to survive in such an environment, let alone build something of a higher level.

Three years, five years, how long did it take him to build this self-sufficient home?

But after walking for a while, she was stunned when she saw that there was an arrow tower in the grove.

The entire structure is over three meters tall, with a rammed earth base at the bottom, cross-shaped arrow slits in the middle, and a lookout tower reinforced with rattan at the top.

Slud originally thought that, like the scarecrows in the fields, they were just for show and were actually just decorative.

But then a cry came from the horizon, and a huge eagle, more than two meters long, swooped down from the sky and flew towards the lookout tower.

But just as they were about to reach it, the crossbows placed on the middle-level arrow slits simultaneously turned around, and arrows whistled out, constantly piercing the giant eagle and causing it to bleed.

*Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!*

The giant eagle howled and screamed. Although each arrow did not cause significant damage, the sheer number of them caused it considerable pain.

It suddenly spun around and took off again, circling twice before glaring down at the ground before angrily flying away.

Slud, who had already raised her hand, froze again. Those giant beasts contained some giant blood, and ordinary people would only be used as fodder if they encountered them in the wild. She never expected to be driven away like this.

It looks like a proper arrow tower. How long has he been drifting here?

No, before this, could a mere mortal really build an arrow tower from scratch?

The wooden houses and farmland are another matter, but smelting and casting the tower body requires considerable industrial capacity, which cannot be explained by mere mental strength.

If it were a professional team, it would be fine, but unfortunately, she only felt the presence of one living person on this island.

Before Slud could think too much about it, the young man who looked like the one she remembered walked down from the lookout tower, seemingly noticing their presence.

"Your Excellency Valkyrie, thanks to the grace of heaven and earth, you have finally awakened."

"Welcome to Winterfell. Please forgive me for the limited facilities I can provide, but this is the best I can do."

"By the way, it's not good to be out in the wind. I hope we can go back inside. Okay..."

Neil smiled and, maintaining a semblance of politeness, began to speak.

As he spoke, he subconsciously looked in the direction of his home.

He didn't look, but the moment he turned his head, he froze on the spot.