Nordic: I Created a Forbidden Land for the Gods

"Freya? That Freya from the Vanir gods?"

Although he couldn't hear their voices, Neil paused for a moment, reading the crew members' lip movements.

Even Neil, who in his previous life only learned about Norse mythology from games and novels, knew the name of this goddess before he transmigrated.

She is the goddess of love, beauty, fertility, sexuality, war, and gold.

As the legitimate daughter of the King of Gods, and a princess of the gods who could rival or even surpass the Aesir in some aspects, her status was unparalleled even in the entire Norse mythology.

She was renowned for her beauty, and even after the chaos in Norse mythology temporarily ended and Odin ascended the throne, she remained exceptionally noble as a god from another race.

The souls of all the fallen warriors should have gone to Odin's Valhalla, but she could choose to select half of them and place them in her own Thrsrenil.

He actually met such a goddess?

Neil's pupils contracted as he continued to stare, and sure enough, he saw that amidst the crew's prayers, light was indeed emanating from the cabin.

The light was like flowing jade, dazzling and radiant. Even from a great distance using a teleportation camera, Neil could feel its vibrant life force, his expression suddenly becoming dreamy as he couldn't help but want to be drawn into it.

Although the distance, the weakening effect of transit, and Neil's strong will allowed his consciousness to quickly return to normal, the giant sharks that were directly illuminated were not so normal.

The giant beasts that had been ramming the ship suddenly stopped, their human-like eyes revealing a dazed and longing look. Realizing their "offense," they quickly retreated, no longer daring to overstep their bounds.

As if seeking forgiveness and attention, these gregarious behemoths turned their attacks on their companions, baring their sharp teeth and tearing at them with ferocity.

Within minutes, the area was stained bright red, with only a few giant sharks, broken in half, surviving.

It stretched out its tongue and wagged its tail like a pet begging for pats, but there was nothing in front of it. The ship had already left, and it looked bewildered. Then, as the blood flowed away, it lost its breath.

"Licking sharks never ends well."

Looking at the scene, Neil shook his head, but his expression turned serious at the sight of such powerful and bizarre energy.

"But they've already left, and they're not heading towards Winterfell."

"Then it's none of my business."

Seeing that the ship didn't grow larger in his field of vision, but instead continued to move away in another direction, Neil breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to get involved with any more unfamiliar mythological entities.

Even in all the myths and legends, she is a goddess who is so beautiful that she makes people weak in the knees at first glance.

Who knows what dangers it might bring? Right now, he'd rather just play it safe and develop slowly.

But not long after, through his extremely far-reaching vision, he spotted several more ships.

They also emitted a verdant light when attacked by the giant beast, a scene that stunned him.

"How many Freyas are there?" Neil was a little confused as he watched the crew members praying in unison.

He observed the direction the ships were heading, and although none of them were heading towards Winterfell, he was not entirely at ease.

Because they are heading in different directions.

What if one comes along?

Hesitantly, Neil decided to set aside his concerns for the time being and turned back to continue researching how to modify Winterfell.

All fear stems from insufficient firepower.

Only by making this place as solid as an iron fortress can we prevent any strange or dangerous things from harming him.

With these thoughts in mind, Neil manipulated the arrow towers and underwater traps to continue blasting fish.

call out!call out!call out!

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

Bake! Bake! Bake!

Nordic cod...

After a series of maneuvers, he acquired another small mountain.

Except for the lunch and dinner portions, everything else was recycled, and the value on the resource panel increased by 200.

The reward was relatively generous, comparable to killing a half-giant who had not yet reached the peak of his cultivation level, but Neil was somewhat dissatisfied with it.

After all, he had actually fought off half-giants who hadn't even entered the country, and he had even killed heroic spirits using his positional attacks, each of which could earn him 1000 points.

Hunting ordinary fish and beasts yields too few points, and although small amounts can accumulate, the time cost is too high.

Furthermore, the fish and beasts around the coast need time to replenish after being destroyed, making the whole process rather slow.

"At this rate, even if we spend half a day building this tower, we can only build one 'Dragon Fire' arrow tower. It's too slow to reach the point where we can threaten the evil dragon captain without relying on the Soul Sacrifice Stele."

"Although I don't mind developing steadily and slowly in order to live a peaceful life, I am now facing a lot of crises, and it is not realistic to continue like this."

"If it's too slow, it's really not good; we should improve the production structure..."

Neil pondered for a moment, then quickly thought of something, walked to the south side of the beach, and placed his palm on the ground.

He chose two blueprints in his mind: "pit" and "fishing net".

put up!

put up!

put up!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground trembled violently, and craters piled up one after another, creating a crescent-shaped gap in the southern coastline, allowing a large amount of seawater to flood in.

At the crescent-shaped gap, a fishing net covers the top, extending from the sea level to the bottom of the pit below, forming a doorway that isolates it from the other side.

[Blueprint obtained: Fish Pond]

[Blueprint: Fishpond]

【Fishing net durability: 30】

Capacity: 300 cubic meters

[Resources required: 1*1 square meter (fishing net area) + 30 (capacity)]

After the blueprint was updated, Neil spent another 30 resource points to add the "breeding" rune to it.

Frying fish is too troublesome and a waste of time, so he plans to change the production structure from hunting to aquaculture.

Fish are mostly oviparous, and can lay tens of thousands of eggs at a time. The incubation period is long, and the fish also need a considerable amount of time to grow.

However, the bloodline of behemoths generally catalyzes these processes, and the "reproduction" rune also accelerates them.

Even without actively taking action, over time he can regularly obtain a considerable share of resource points every day.

Instead of working themselves to the bone like they do now, with little to show for it.

With the extra time he doesn't have to do physical labor, he can think about how to further improve the position, which is sufficient to cope with various crises.

With that thought in mind, Neil manipulated the fishing net to open the "gate," scattering the last bit of rice and meat as he waited for the fish to bite.

Neil continued preparing, and several days passed.

On this day, on a small island only a few hundred miles away from Lindong, another ship set sail.

Like other ships, it was not the size of a giant, and carried mortal crew members who would occasionally pray to the goddess Freya in the name of the ship.

However, this time is different.

The ship's navigational route will pass by Winterfell Island.

Or rather, the finish line is right there.