Miss Surtr will ignite the world

It seems like there shouldn't be any problem.

But we need to be careful.

It was already secondhand, and by the time it got to her hands, it had been thirdhand. There's no guarantee it wouldn't have some things attached to it, like memories or something.

She had experienced Surut's memories once before, and that feeling was not pleasant.

Even with courage, one must not be careless.

Fortunately, it's not unsolvable.

Not all of it is needed; just a portion is enough.

You only need a portion of the samples to modify yourself.

Cut off a portion of the clod of earth from your hand and place it in your palm.

As for the rest, we'll bury them for him later.

Thinking this, Surtr activated his skill.

The grayish-brown clods of soil seemed to dissolve in my palm like water.

A substance was flowing into Surtr's body through her palm, merging into her flesh and blood.

It's a very strange feeling.

Unlike passive adaptation, through self-modification, Surtr is able to clearly perceive every change in her body, and she can use her will to intervene.

A moment later, after the soil had completely absorbed into his body, Surtr felt that his perspective on the world had undergone a complete transformation.

Her advanced clairvoyance granted her powerful insight, but that only allowed her to see.

But now it's different; not only his vision, but also Surtr's perception has become exceptionally sharp.

With her eyes closed, she could "see" the nearby pebbles being blown by the wind, the insects climbing the rocks, the birds flying in the air, and even the crowds gathered around the campfire a dozen kilometers away on the north wall.

The flow of air, the rhythm of the earth, and the sounds of nature—things that cannot be seen—became incredibly clear in her perception.

Surtr could truly feel himself connected to this land and nature.

"I'm still a little unaccustomed to it."

Opening his eyes, Surtr instinctively touched his head.

This radar-like field of vision was still a bit too much of a leap for someone like her who was used to observing the world with her eyes.

Perceiving through the breath of nature is just one of the characteristics of the God's Mud.

The ability to conceal one's aura assimilate with the world, the ability to freely modify parameters, and the ability to acquire the complete form of the earth's magic, among other things.

These are all quite practical skills.

For Surtr, the most important thing is the wisdom of the people who can access the memories of the stars.

Although higher-level Noble Phantasms require higher-quality materials, weapons below the level of Divine Weapon, and even some Divine Weapons with lower gold content, can be made directly from one's own clay.

At least Surtr no longer needs to worry about running out of ammunition when shooting down hundreds of enemies.

If given the chance, they could even use divinely crafted weapons for both bows and arrows.

I've never fought such an extravagant war before.

Just then, she remembered something she had left behind.

If it's that, then is that okay?

"Okay, so it doesn't work after all."

A moment later, on land more than 20 kilometers outside Uruk, Surtr stood in front of a pair of huge horns, his face filled with regret.

Indeed, it would be far too presumptuous to expect to gain Tiamat's powers simply by consuming a little bit of keratin.

It's relatively rare to find someone like Jingu whose abilities all come from his physical body.

However, it wasn't entirely without any gains.

Tiamat's body contains a vast amount of life information. Although none of them can defeat her, some of it still has merit in certain aspects.

Without hesitation, Surtr tucked one of the horns away as a souvenir.

And the remaining one.

She crouched down, placed her palms on the ground, and extended her consciousness into the earth, following her senses.

Memories of the planet unfolded before her eyes without reservation.

Let's just use it as source material.

I don't know what world I'll be going to next, so I'll make some preparations before I leave.

As Surtr thought this, a system notification sounded in his mind.

You have a commissioned task.

The Infernal Ice and Flame Hell: Chapter One - Homecoming!

When I opened my eyes again, I was greeted by a world covered in silver.

Fine snowflakes drifted freely in the cold wind, while thick snow piled up on the ground beneath our feet.

The air temperature is estimated to be no more than five degrees Celsius. Under these conditions, anyone who dares to wander around outside wearing only a thin dress is clearly not a normal person.

"so good."

Surtr, who was not a normal person, sighed, and his breath turned into a cloud of white mist and disappeared into the air.

"This body is completely immune to the cold."

Before she transmigrated, winter was the most unpleasant season for her. She had absolutely no resistance to the cold and wished she could stay in bed as soon as winter arrived.

Luckily, she was from the South; if she had been in the North, she probably would have frozen to death.

After strolling happily in the snow for a while, Surtr stopped and turned his gaze to the panel in front of him.

[Mission: Lumberjack]

[Mission Objective: Cut down the Imaginary Trees rooted in the Lostbelt]

[This can be considered a kind of homecoming, right? Are you happy?]

[Quest Rewards: 4000 Primogems; 10 Random Rewards]

[Current Originium: 9813.2]

task.

It suddenly appeared when she was searching for information online.

As for the client, that is human reasoning.

Perhaps it was because they admired Miss Surtr's noble character and outstanding achievements, or maybe there was also a bit of her social status involved, that they brought her over without hesitation.

If she were at the company now, this would, in a sense, mean she has come to the attention of the leadership.

However, this leader is very ruthless. He doesn't give any rewards other than reimbursement for travel expenses. If it weren't for the rewards given by the system, she wouldn't have come at all.

Well, she'll probably come eventually. This Lostbelt has quite a history with her.

The system's suggestion to go home isn't entirely wrong in a sense.

The so-called Lostbelts are actually worlds that were forcibly preserved by some force and were supposed to be cut off.

The world's resources are finite. When a world is deemed to have no future, it will be subject to some kind of censorship.

But the existence of the Imaginary Tree allows this world to survive and continue to function.

The reason why this Lostbelt exists is because of Surtr.

That being, dissatisfied with its own destiny, attempted to burn down the entire world and witness the end of the stars.

That is also the origin of this body.

Surtr looked up.

The sky was clear and cloudless. Unlike the singularity, the sky here did not have the Goetia's band of light. Instead, a sun that was far too large for the normal world was hanging in the distant sky.

According to common sense in human society, the heat emitted by the sun, which is so close, should have already turned the earth into a desert. It is impossible for it to still maintain this silvery white appearance.

What's even stranger is...

Below the sun, the white mountain ranges stretched out as far as the eye could see, and at the horizon, closest to the sun, patches of pale blue flames spread like carpets across the land covered with ice and snow.

The solid ice and blue flames complemented each other, radiating a mesmerizing glow under the sunlight.

This fantastical scene, seemingly straight out of a fairy tale, is captivating.

Unfortunately, the flames before us are not such a beautiful thing.

Approaching the flames, Surtr reached out and picked up a strand of firewood from the ground.

It is as cold as frost, yet possesses the same destructive properties as Surtr's flames, likely due to a mutation caused by absorbing Fenrir's power.

"But it's just some residue at best, and it doesn't contain much power."

With a flick of his wrist, Surtr tossed aside the Bone Spirit Cold Flame in his hand and looked up at the sun in the sky once more.

Although it looks similar to the sun, its nature is completely different.

That was a cage, a cage created by the great god Odin using the last runes, used to imprison Surtur, who attempted to burn the world.

Surtr's gaze seemed to penetrate the blinding light outside and look directly into the interior, where the fire giant, as tall as a mountain, stood.

Its body radiates a heat that ravages all life; mortals who merely gaze upon its form will be blinded. Its destructive magic sends shivers down the spines of any living being.

Look at him.

A certain impulse welled up in Surtr's heart.

I want to eat him.

Replace him, seize his power, and take the Blazing Sword.

If successful, she will directly gain strength comparable to that of a pantheon god.

Although the Solar Calendar Stone is powerful, it is ultimately just borrowed power. If she went to another world, she probably wouldn't be able to connect to the internet.

Now that she has a chance to soar to great heights, she has no reason to let it pass.

As for cutting down the Imaginary Tree, we can talk about that later.

Surtr's heart leaped with joy. The snow at his feet writhed, and then a sharp sword rose up.

When Odin, the great god, was struck by Surtur, he had only enough power left to reinforce his internal defenses, leaving him extremely vulnerable to external attacks.

With just one sword strike, Surtr could shatter that cage, free it, and usher in a new Ragnarok!

Of course, she wouldn't be that reckless.

The longsword turned to dust, and Surtr calmed down his slightly excited mood.

No one knew Surut better than her, so she knew that even with the Sun Stone in her hand, even if the other party had been burning in the sun for three thousand years, she still couldn't defeat him.

They themselves can now be the sun; one can imagine the influence of the sun's authority on the other party.

Furthermore, in this world, higher-level mysticism suppresses lower-level mysticism.

Both are Surtr, and Surtr and the other are like successors, with their personalities being incompatible.

If a real fight breaks out, the odds of winning might be even lower than they were with Tiamat.

Shocked, Surtr turned and walked away in the opposite direction.

Let's not rush this. Anyway, Surte isn't going to run away. Let's go check out the current situation of this Lostbelt and find some teammates.

Ideally, one could get help from the Lostbelt King, the purple-haired BBA.

The opponent has inherited Odin's power and also knows runes, making them undoubtedly a powerful support.

With her help, the chances of winning are much higher.

As for how to persuade her, Surtr already had an idea in mind.

But before that, we need to find her castle first.

"There's nothing within our perception range, let's find a place with people first."

Everything in sight was a vast expanse of white, and the snow beneath their feet, imbued with Skadi's magic, somewhat hampered the range at which they could sense the presence.