40 Ivaldi.

I looked at Fafnir and began to think about his words seriously. I don't think he is trying to deceive me or get me into a trap, so while I had killed him, it could be considered a kind of mercy.

While some may consider the transformation into a dragon something 'cool', this was not the case for Fafnir, not only that the curse of the treasure amplified his greed to the point that he killed his father, but it turned him into an evil dragon whose only purpose of existence was to protect Das Rheingold.

It could be said that after he set his eyes on the never-ending Mountain of Gold, his life only turned for the worse, and he was cursed by what I call the Evil Dragon phenomenon.

I began to analyze the positives and negatives that I would get if I went with him to Helheim, and whether I should.

On the positive side, he is right, I do not want to stay in this frozen place eating meat of the dead and drinking hot water for the remainder of eternity, as I may discover or obtain something if I accompany it.

There's also Hela, or Hel, maybe I could use my speech skills to turn her into an ally, after all we're a little alike, we both opposed Odin and we were both punished.

When thinking about this, I couldn't help but smile sarcastically, there was no similarity between us and mostly we would try to kill each other when we see the other side right away, the simplest example is that she kills because she loves to kill, I only killed bad people.

The Frost Giants, for example, wanted to introduce Midgard into a new Ice Age using the Casket of ancient winter, and they also had many other desires.

One of the downsides is that trying to get out of Niflheim may make Odin angry, my sentence may be extended, and getting into a death battle with Hela is useless because she is immortal for some reason.

There is also the fact that I may not be able to defeat Helsen, who is a half-Troll and half-Frost giant who was born in Niflheim thousands of years ago and was assigned by someone in order to guard the Bridge of the Damned.

Since I don't know his true strength, I naturally wouldn't want to fight This Hell Spawn.

I stared at Fafnir and put my hand under my chin, I don't want to stay in this world forever, just as Fafnir is right, Helheim is a much better option than Niflheim, and maybe then I'll be able to make my way to Valhalla where I can go back to Asgard? After all, Valhalla is a place even Odin cannot interfere in without any reason due to old rules and traditions.

"I'm in," I answered him while I stood up and headed to the corner, "We're going in three hours. I should sleep a little, so don't bother me, okay?"

I fell asleep on the cold floor while looking at the wall, I hadn't slept for long days so this was very tempting, and also, if Fafnir tried to attack me, I would wake up at the slightest noise.

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When I woke up after only about two hours, I immediately grabbed my boiling water skull and told Fafnir it was time to start our journey.

It was helpful to get moving too, the stiffness in my body meant that sleep wasn't a good idea, but getting back some of my stamina was worth it.

So with my new companion by my side, we started our journey towards the Bridge of the Damned, which, according to Fafnir, is a few days away from his cave.

I also discovered why the creatures were not close to Fafnir Cave. He could not transform into his dragon form, but he could transform several parts of his body into dragon parts, but he did not possess the dragon breath.

But he had enhanced senses, so he could lead us in the fog without getting lost, even though we had to stay close because we didn't want to get lost.

We met several undead creatures on the way, and while Fafnir didn't need to be fed, we shared a delicious Rotten Flesh and got the hunger effect, well, I got it.

After only a day and a half had passed, we had already covered half the distance needed to reach our destination, but at this point, I could see what looked like a large black building.

Since it was the first building that I saw in Niflheim, I could not help but wonder.

"Is there someone living there? And who built it?"

"Oh?" Fafnir stops walking in his tracks "Yes, there is someone out there, monsters that can kill Hell walkers by an accident, and Evaldi's ghosts who can draw on Niflheim Mystery Power itself."

"Also, do you not know why Niflheim got its toxic fog?" Fafnir looked at me in wonder.

"Information about Helheim and Niflheim is very little. While I know some things, my information is very little."

"Well, no wonder," said Fafnir without interest. "I'm going to tell you a simplified version, Valli, I don't know when this was because it happened in my early days as an evil dragon, but I think ..."

"an ambitious Dwarf alchemist named Ivaldi decided to settle a workshop in the land of Niflheim and found a way to harness all the frosty power of Niflheim, creating works of marvel that shocked the realms of both men and Gods."

I listened carefully to him, maybe something could help me here.

"Unfortunately, the leader of the Aesir, Odin, didn't like the idea of ​​Dwarves creating contraptions that challenged his power, so he intervened with Ivaldi's creations, to which the Dwarf furly retaliated. As the situation escalated, Ivaldi began to meddle with Forces he shouldn't have and ended up cursing the entire fog realm, altering its mist to poison anyone who breathed it, a curse to which Ivaldi was the first victim of. "

Upon hearing the second part of his speech, I couldn't help but sigh, Odin again ...

"In any case, we must continue on our way. Valli, we only have eternity to waste."

I grabbed Fafnir's shoulder and stopped him on his way, "We'll enter this place"