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Chapter 500: I’m The King Of Asgard

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Mohindra sighed, “It couldn’t be helped. Although we’re a neutral country, Horbe is still home to the most powerful Dragon Race and I myself am the Clan Leader after all.”

Siva gave her a nod of understanding.

It didn’t take long for them to meet the people in the front of the Southern Main Gate of this Walled City. When the 60m large “Warship Dindymene” approached their 1500 meter mark, it was still at its peak speed but in the next moment, as soon as it entered the 700m mark, it was already 1/3 of its previous traveling speed.

Based on its bulky structure, even if it’s smaller than the usual size of a Warship, this personal traveling vessel of Siva was still a warship according to the Terrans’ standards as such, to welcome this “warship” was also a contingent of four warships —150m in sizes— no less.

Entering the 200m mark, the bright orange red color of Dindymene slowed to a visible a halt until it was just 20m away from the welcoming party.

(AN: it’s pronounced as Din-du-mee-nee)

Siva was the leader of this party and his arrival on this “glorious” way had earned the frown of those in the Warship above their heads.

When Siva’s contingent finally stepped out of the eye-catching bright coloured warship, the warship itself disappeared in a ripple of space making the entire crowd marvel in surprise as to where it had gone through.

[It was a good idea you didn’t install the cannons, sir, or they would have thought you’ve given the order for it to attack their city after a jump.]

“Aye. I know these Terrans’ temperament. They’d always think they’re above everyone else since they were living peacefully here in the inner side of the planet.”

The Rewloola Retrofit Parts had 23 rearrange-able portions and their cannons can either be put away or installed in place.

With the 60m body size of the Dindymene, when these cannons are installed, one would only think of it as a fully armed dwarf gangster, with a sharp nose and guns on all sides.

The best part of it all, it can instantaneously travel here and there like a lively cockroach. If it can fire those cannons while it did so, what could happen to its enemies then?

Besides, what’s even more frightening about this creation of Siva’s is that it only needed one man to operate the entire warship… so it was only right and proper to call it Siva’s personal vessel; or in other terms, his everyday Ferrari —with guns.

“Sigh… let’s get this over with, I still have a Guild to destroy.” Siva murmured this so that it was only Mohindra who could hear it.

When they were 10 meters away from the party welcoming their arrival, a flash of lightning came from the Terran side and a lovely girl jumped into Mohindra’s embrace like a spoiled kitten.

“Mommy! I missed you so much!”

The surprised Mohindra laughed and embraced the “Ambassadress” who looked a lot like Electra, only seemingly more cheerful and approachable than her older, more mature-looking sister.

“I missed you too dear but… ahem. This is not the time to be acting like a child. You are in the presence of His Excellency… Siva…”

The girl’s eye went wide and only noticed that in this group her mother wasn’t the one on the lead and was instead this faceless-masked individual who was guarded by only a single “knight” holding a dull-looking red-brown Sword-Spear in hand.

Beside that knight, the Vajras were behind him, an entire entourage of Royal Blooded Dragons made as mere escort to this “His Excellency” which she had no idea of.

At the thought, her “politician training” kicked in as she flipped like a scared cat and offered a bow that had all of her late courtesy in it.

“I apologize for my behavior just now, Your Great Sir… I have forgotten my manners. My name is Linda, Peace Ambassadress of Horbe and also a Communications Liaison to the Terrans.”

The girl, Linda, bowed her head in a very formal and elegant manner. Mohindra’s eyes shone with a prideful look and she beamed as she secretly glanced at Siva.

Siva, of course, wouldn’t deny them the courtesy they deserve, “It’s okay. I understand that it’s long ago since you’ve last seen your mother. Anyone who was away from home would miss their loved ones like you did. By the way, it’s nice to meet a girl as lively and loud as you. Being energetic at times is also a good thing.”

The girl curtsied again. This time, there‘s a wide beaming smile of gratitude to her expression.

“I thank Your Excellency, Siva, for the kindness.”

“Ahem… ahem…” before Siva could even say a word to that, they heard a loud cough from behind them and this prompted the young Ambassadress to turn around and lead Siva’s group into the city.

Linda first introduced the Terran, “I believe this is your first time meeting his Royal Highness, King Joffrey Barbados, King of Bardavon, one of the High Seats in the Terran Alliance.”

“Hello, esteemed guests, welcome to Bardavon.”

The King, a middle-aged guy with royal robes and complete with an entire horde of escorts and was hugging a gem-imbued scepter, smiled at Siva and reached out his right hand… in the motion as if he wanted Siva to kiss its back side.

For the young Ambassadress who was meeting Siva for the very first time, she thought that it was normal for Siva to show his inferiority in front of a King and should kiss it.

But Siva digressed.

—you think I’m beneath you?

Mohindra and the other Vajras noticed this King’s behavior and instantly knew that he invited trouble on his doorstep.

Apparently, he was looking down at Siva’s identity and wasn’t convinced by their already obvious display of identity.

This King didn’t even dare to act like this in front of Mohindra, so how could he actually think that Siva was beneath their Clan Leader when she and they were standing there behind him? Is he blind or was he an idiot with eyes that can’t see this obvious thing?

Was he purposely inviting trouble on himself?

The Vajras who knew Siva —the Siva who killed a Bloody Church Cardinal, a Bishop, five Priests, and a Land Dragon, a “Saipan” named Kyle, back in Walled City of Maria— knew that this visit will be something to remember in the days to come.

Siva reached out a hand and shook the King’s with a slightly harder, manlier grip that made him nearly wince and cry out in agony but held it in for his pride and dignity. At least that was something admirable, Siva smirked inwardly.

Not only he didn’t lower his head, Siva even dared to shake His Majesty’s hand as if they’re equals!

This action made the King’s retinue frown. Some even yelled in anger. But of all of them here right now, Siva’s introduction made them silent.

“It’s my pleasure to meet Your Highness. Please let me introduce myself. I am Siva——”

There was a slight pause and Siva pressed harder on the hand on his grip.

“———and I’m the mothafucking King of Asgard.”

[System Announcement]

[A new dawn is coming! The long lost Noah Race, legendary existences with a great affinity in Nature Mana and a special racial disposition, had just been discovered by an adventurer! New and old players can now select the Noah Race as their starting Race. Pave your own path. Enjoy the great sights of Terroa and be your own legend as you create your own history!]

The Noah: Descendants of Noah, God of Arks. They inherited Noah’s ship-building legacy and smart logic regarding anything that has something to do with shipbuilding, thus, after learning the Humans’ technology, have become so proficient in it that they dominated its industry. Having great affinity with Nature Mana, their creations have a natural elegant beauty to it aside from their overall designs having natural contours and light but very aesthetic sharp edges helping in the atmospheric navigation of Warships.

Racial Traits:

**Can add a minimum of 40 extra stat points to the DEX and STR stats

**Can only use Hammer-type, Great Sword, and all blunt weapons as their primary equipments

**Can only start at designated starting cities in the Southern Continent of Heartilia

**Can wear Light and Heavy Equipments

**Gets additional buff of 20% MNA when in a high altitude and when standing on the main deck of a Warship

**Gets the Racial Ability: [Machinima] when in a high altitude and when standing on the main deck of a Warship, allowing [Players] to shorten a target artillery cannon’s reloading time to half. Can only be used when on a Warship; Drains 100% of the player’s Endurance each use

**Grants extra 20% stat bonus to DEX and STR

Siva’s eyes almost popped open on their socket when he heard this system announcement.

As it turns out, the conditions on triggering hidden Terran Races varied when he was “at least” on a non-antagonistic and almost friendly relation with a new race.

Although he was shocked, this wasn’t the time to be absorbed in this discovery and so he focused on the hand that gripped King Joffrey’s.

Siva playfully poured a little bit more strength into his grip and tightened it for the further unspoken intentions he had in his mind. And although Siva’s tone was respectable when he introduced himself to this Inner Continent King, his hand was not in the slightest bit courteous.

If it was anywhere else but in the presence of the Clan Leader Mohindra, Joffrey would’ve given the order for Siva’s immediate execution. He might’ve been famous in the surface but this is Terrafirma, the laws here works 100% differently than there.

The Law Enforcements here were comprised of magical puppets formed from Ancient Forgotten Spells that follows the set rules for peacekeeping, aside from their ancient charge of protecting the cities from outside harm.

“Impudent!”

“Watch your tongue!”

“You’re in the presence of The King!”

“Kneel down, maggot!”

Sounds of angry exclaims came from behind King Joffrey but although they sounded with more bite than barking, the King didn’t feel safe when Siva was gripping his hand this way.

Siva’s face may be under that faceless mask, but Joffrey could still feel Siva’s sharp stare, hostility forming, his instincts blaring for him to get as far away as possible.

Years of pampered life with never actually having to face real danger when surrounded by the lines and ranks of Royal Guards whenever he was on diplomatic missions, Joffrey’s senses screamed at him to never do something that will drastically put his life in a weird situation.

Still, it’s not as if the situation was irreversible.

His many years as King taught him to stay calm as much as possible in any possible given situation, and his intellect honed in Royal Education of the esteemed scholars of the Royal Court since his early years taught him that Siva’s introduction and manner of speech was his original “personality” of not backing down and compromising; that even in the face of the High Seats of the Terran Alliance, Siva would still remain as brazen as before.

There are many reports about him and although it wasn’t to the point that the Terran Alliance should be alarmed and stay on guard against him, there’s still enough reports proclaiming about this side of Siva’s personality.

As such, Joffrey immediately re-aligned his mental map of Siva, and changed his plans on how to put the right finger on this “meeting” planned through the delegates of the Lightning Dragon Clan.

Seeing the sweat-covered forehead of their King, the Bardavonians readied for apprehending this insolent bastard when Siva released the hand and laughed out loud.

His action doesn’t seem to mind being called by something else just now.

“I’m really looking forward for this meeting. I came here to deliver you all an important message and as per our advanced notice, I know you all are eager to know just what that message was, yes?”

—it seems that he didn’t hear… or did he hear it and was just pretending not to notice it?

Joffrey’s mind bubbled with thoughts.

As far as their intel goes, Siva is an unrestricted bastard who didn’t even blink when he threatened the Treant King and High Priest Pontifex in the War Council Meeting in Jeremiah.

——or was he planning something else?

Joffrey became curious and suspicious of Siva but because this was their first meeting, he wasn’t aware of just how short-tempered Siva actually is.

It’s not that he chose to ignore that bastard who called him maggot just now. It’s just that he was aware of many things and knew there are right moments to teach bastards like them a lesson.

Thus, he smiled and chose to temporarily set the matter aside to give face to Mohindra as she was the one who had initiated this meeting for the sake of Terroa.

In Siva’s [memories], this is not the first Official Diplomatic Visit he’d made in his five lives.

(AN: five lives: (1) original life with Sam; (2) first waking up in Mitra and living as the Immortal of Destruction; (3) Unknown life as [God Siva]; (4) waking up after War of the Braves and deciding to forget everything, creating “the other guy” life; and then (5) his current circumstances)

Back then, the Mitra Stronghold was one of the most renowned frontline citadels of the Terran Civilizations and as the pioneer world for the Immortal Path, the people of Mitra were often invited by all bordering Major Powers to have them teach their people the Path of Immortality that Siva created.

He had met many, many Gods and Goddesses who thought they should be above Siva because he wasn’t a God, but they all regretted it because as soon as they managed to acquire Siva’s ire, the Immortal Path was forever denied upon their own people. Back then, the Gods’ battle prowess was not enough to fight the large scale war the Devil Gods waged upon the Universe. Back then, every soul that can fight was important and a Mortal was as useless as dirt when facing the Pawns of the Demon Armada, whereas their numbers could’ve been better used if they were only able to at least train even for a little bit in the Immortal Path.

Alas, for those who Siva deemed unworthy for his teachings, he abandoned them altogether.

So what if they die?

For all he care, it wasn’t his obligation to teach the universe about the Immortal Path so why should he worry if their planet was abandoned? He had taught those who he found worthy and he ignored those who he found irksome and undeserving of his time. It was the privilege of the strong. There was no rule that the pursuit of strength must be used according to the benefit of the weak.

Many would have argued on this notion, but Siva didn’t care about it at all.

He pursued strength for his survival. If people of his kind “must” protect every weakling he’d meet in his life, then wouldn’t that mean that Siva’s goal for survival would’ve been for the purpose of him being the weaklings’ nanny and protector?

So what about the weak, then? What would they do in the remaining years of their lives?

Live like a king, enjoy life, live a carefree life while he toiled away?

Siva would rather kill them himself than be treated like a slave for their enjoyment.

Right now, he’d brought good will to the Terrans of Terrafirma but if they managed to summon his indignation then he will just choose to go directly to the waiting Elves and abandon the plan.

He’d rather give his strength protecting the weak but worthy than bear the stress of tolerating these irksome individuals.

What is a tiny Bardavon Kingdom to him?

And that also applied to the Dragon Clans.

If this King insists on his stance as the superior, then he wouldn’t mind giving him a lesson before telling his entourage to go to the Elves.

“Of course, everything can be negotiated.” The King smiled before facing Mohindra. “I greet you once again, Clan Leader. It is always a pleasure to meet your Royal Highness Mohindra.”

—At least he knew what’s he’s doing.

Siva thought and increased his view of Joffrey by at least one level.

“Thank you for your kind words, Your Majesty. My visit this time is of great importance and so chose to personally come here myself.”

“Of course, of course...I and the other High Seats are always appreciative of your efforts for being a neutral nation after all this time.”

“You flatter me.”

Before the moment went into the wrong direction, Siva coughed once and spoke in a cheerful voice.

“Will you show me around then, King Joffrey?”

King Joffrey knew that the initiative for a dominant stance had been stolen from him when Siva broke his momentum with his uncaring and cheerfully carefree attitude… along with the crushing of his right hand and requesting him this initiative.

Should he arrest him here for disgracing him, or should he smile and pretend that that just now did not happen?

Dignity versus pride…

King Joffrey chose to preserve his dignity.

He beamed widely and changed his act as if their earlier (secret) battle didn’t happen.

Joffrey thought, I might have lost the initiative but I am still the host country’s King.

He said, “Great. Please follow me. I will personally lead you to your stay’s accommodations.”

Siva gave Joffrey one last deep glance before he retracted the moderated bloodlust on his vision.

He knew the man was weak, but as a King, he did have his own merits. At least he wasn’t blind as to insist on a pointless battle of pride and start to act like an uneducated royalty who only knows how to waddle around his belt and military power.

“After you.” Siva’s elegant stance surprised even the experienced Mohindra.

In the past, whenever he was going on a meeting with these Terran High Seats, they would always act like they were above her and although she did not mind them since they didn’t take advantage of her nor did they try to coerce her in any way and form, she still felt helpless since these Terrans are too used on acting superior. After all, this was a planet that supposed to have been “found” by their ancestors.

Although Mohindra knew of the truth behind all of this war propaganda that eventually turned into a solid piece of history for the Terrans, he didn’t try to correct it because firstly, the Vajras didn’t need to be put on the pressure of the eventual costs of such a deed; and secondly, it’s because it was an entire waste of time to persuade a stubborn and close-minded culture of the Modern Terrans.

So in and of itself, time flowed on and through the years, the truth became hidden, and the false war propaganda of old times became the norm.

In this day and age, perhaps only she and all the Elder Dragons of the Seven Dragon Clans were aware of the truth behind the history. Or maybe, there are those in the Terran Alliance that’re still aware of the truth of the past. Who knows?

With this racial war between them, digging on the reasons of the war in the past wouldn’t help the smoldering hate accumulated through the years.

Seeing Siva handle this Terran High Seat like he was a kid, she couldn’t help but respect his skills in diplomacy.

—of course, she wasn’t aware that Siva only had two ways of handling diplomacy. If talking doesn’t do the dishes, then beating the other guy ‘till they understand his point was his other method. So far though, he’d never experienced a time where his second method didn’t work.

After all, everyone doesn’t like being beaten up.

Passing through the silent crowd of antagonistic royal supporters, Siva held his head high as their entourage passed through them.

But then, Siva stopped and pause his steps, his head turning to one person and facing him.

“You called me something earlier.” Siva spoke a bit playfully and provocatively. “Would you mind if I hear what you called me earlier from your lips?”

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Siva wouldn’t be Siva if that guy lives…

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