Nordic: I Created a Forbidden Land for the Gods

"The great goddess Freya, who is in charge of love and beauty."

"May your believers be blessed and go to the promised land."

Waves surged and the giant serpent rose into the sky, while vast amounts of seawater fell like rain.

On the sturdy wooden ship with the dragon's head, many crew members and sailors were terrified and cried out in alarm at the sight of the monster whose mere head cast a shadow that covered the entire deck.

But after a brief moment of fear, they all knelt down and began to pray towards the cabin.

Freya is the goddess who protects their country.

Or rather, a new god, because not long ago they only worshipped giants and did not believe in gods.

But as the figure wearing a green veil arrived, the king immediately smashed the largest giant statue in the capital and rebuilt it into the Temple of Thursrenir, which is the new site of the Temple of the Holy Spirit.

Many of his subjects opposed it.

Even without seeing the figure's face, just seeing its back, they were all mesmerized, smashing all the giant's objects they saw.

Even the princess, who was high and mighty in the country, did the same thing, and even smashed it more violently, as if to prove her piety.

The whole country was in chaos that night, and it was around that time that the fleet was established.

Because she only said she was going to Winterfell, as if she had come to that country for that purpose only.

The mythical seas are fraught with danger; it is common for mortal ships to not only break apart but also sink.

But as long as you pray, all problems will cease to be problems.

The crew members looked devout, their eyes filled with deep fascination, as if this would be just another minor setback, like before.

But just as the emerald light was about to spread throughout the cabin, a soft exclamation was heard, and it suddenly stopped.

The graceful figure draped in green gauze stepped out, gazing at the massive yet wary, anthropomorphic serpent in the sea, her alluring eyes revealing a strange light.

She could easily deal with the giant beast without even lifting a finger; she could simply make it "submit" and perish on its own, just like before.

But she discovered that the giant snake was actually guarding Winterfell.

Although she could do that too, it was because of her power. As far as she knew, even a powerful being could not make a beast of a different bloodline submit to her in a battle of formations between gods and giants.

But the one on Winterfell was not a giant, yet he could command giant beasts.

"Although the king of Corin deliberately concealed it from his subjects, I heard from one of his wizards that there was a god of the Asgard who might exist there."

"They cultivate Warner trees there. Although it's still some distance away, I can't mistake the smell that comes with the sea breeze."

"The three camps are basically incompatible, but what I see, hear, and smell cannot be wrong."

"This Winterfell Island is quite interesting..."

The green gauze swayed slightly, as if a tongue was licking the upper lip, and the alluring look in her beautiful eyes became even more intense.

Faced with the woman who, though not hostile, exuded a distinctly unusual aura, the sea serpent Jormungandr, despite displaying anthropomorphic caution and fear, did not immediately choose to retreat.

Its beastly eyes and snake scales were on high alert, but when it "sensed" the many buildings on the island that had been quiet for a while coming back to life, its expression suddenly became excited and human-like.

The boss is back, so we can just leave it at that!

It instinctively wanted to let out a low hiss, but when it sensed the island darkening again, it suddenly froze.

What the hell?

Am I supposed to keep carrying this load?!

Neil was unaware of Jormungandr's inner thoughts.

Just as she expected, Neil returned to the Divine Market very quickly after his trip there.

He never liked to delay or hesitate. Now that the plan was finalized and the expected returns were substantial, he was willing to bear the risks.

[Blueprint: Soul Dividing Monument Lv1]

[Function: Split specified subordinates within the range]

[Required Rune: Split Lv2]

[Resources required: 100]

[Required Faith Points: 20]

Next to the existing sacrificial stele, another stele of the same height and size rose from the ground.

Although both are bluish-black, the patterns on the surface of the stele are different, and they are silvery-white. The mysterious and strange feeling is far less than that of the one next to it.

But there is another kind of strangeness.

And the moment it appears, there is a faint illusion of overlap, and if you look at it for a long time, it is as if two voices are ringing in your head at the same time.

"I want savory tofu pudding!"

"It's sweet!"

As the owner of the building, Neil's mind raced, and he dimmed the patterns on the monument to suppress its outward spread.

Neil took a deep breath and, after some preparation, reactivated it. In the shimmering light of the patterns on the monument, a sharp pain shot through his mind. As the light and shadow overlapped, a tiny spirit emerged.

Neil had seen this scene before on the behemoth to which the original rune belonged.

But that is a power rooted in one's bloodline. Although it can be used instinctively, it cannot be too specific, which makes the original appearance seem very grotesque.

Now, Neil uses runes directly, with more refined subjective control, and focuses solely on the mental aspect.

"Fortunately, it wasn't as bad as I imagined. Although my physical spirit is much weaker, it's only about the same as staying up all night for several nights in a row, so it's still acceptable."

He looked tired, but he felt that his condition was still acceptable.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that he only differentiated one-tenth of his spiritual power.

Although he could also "split" into more, or even split equally like the original bloodline behemoth, that would allow him to better utilize the mysteries of the runes, and even if one side died, the other side could return and "revive".

But that would easily lead to a confusion between primary and secondary tasks, and the conflict between the left and right hemispheres of the brain would become very serious.

Neil wasn't even sure if he would still be himself after being "resurrected".

"Gods or giants should have a safer way to ensure the primary and secondary aspects, but I am just a mortal after all, and I have my limits."

"Even if there are some methods that can be used against me, I'd better not do anything reckless before Slud comes back."

After a thorough check, Neil followed the original plan, using the Spirit Mirror to transfer the aura of numerous runes to the split soul, giving it an "outer garment" and then "registering" it on the market.

In the special space, everything was as usual, with numerous spirit-like beings crowding around as always.

Even though each of them exuded a powerful aura, revealing their extraordinary or powerful status in reality, they all had to obediently queue up here.

At the gate, the guards were checking people as usual. Every now and then, someone would cut in line to give a gift, but the extra reward didn't make him very happy. Instead, his expression under his helmet was noticeably gloomy.

After all, we were just tricked by a lump of coal using a pile of wood.

"I've been in this business for over a hundred years, and no god has ever dared to play me like this."

"His features are too obvious. If he dares to come again, I'll definitely make him regret it!"