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MARVEL: GAMER PATH

One moment I was in my world, the next, well... not there anymore, at least I was given something to survive.

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CHAPTER 200

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On other news, finally back on my apartment.

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For days, I continued to research about everything there was to know about Yggdrasil and such, discovering a few interesting facts and things about the subject, for one, finding that the nine realms, were originally ten, and became nine during Odin's reign.

Asgard, the main world, the home of the Aesir, and the location of Valhalla aka the hall of the slain.

Álfheim which was loosely translated to Land of the Elves or Elfland, and as the name suggests is home of the Jósálfar, aka the light elves, not much can be found about them though, but in most books, they are described as being more beautiful than the sun.

Nidavellir, the realm of the Dwarfs, a race of master smiths and craftsmen, good guys, should visit them soon.

Midgard, aka Earth.

Jotunheim, the homeland of the Jötnar, aka the Frost Giants. A realm described as downright unlivable, having dark forests and mountain peaks covered in an unholy winter that never eases its frosty grip no matter the situation.

Vanaheim, the home realm of Frigga, and one known for their magic.

Niflheim, translated as Abode of Mist or Mist World, a realm that is somehow more cold than the one the Frost Giants reside in, described as the world of primordial ice, whatever that is.

Muspelheim, the total opposite of Niflheim, being the realm of the primordial fire, not much is detailed in the books about said world.

And last, but not least, Hel, also referred to as Helheim or The Realm of Hel, the place Hela sent me for a couple of hours while she tried to take over the world and such.

Now, these were the realms everyone knew about.

But there was one, that used to be on the roster.

That realm was called Heven.

According to the only book I found about the subject, because more than not, all books had this realm, redacted out of them.

Heven was, at one point, one of the Nine Realms, which at the time I suppose were called the Ten Realms. Its inhabitants were known as Angels for their holy looks and angelic wings, anywho, sometime during Odin's reign, something happened, and the Angels decided to wage a war against Asgard. Aftet that, everything was redacted, showing nothing else of importance in the book.

Fucking Odin hiding shit.

Thankfully, now that I knew what to look for, my quest was considerably easier, because I only had to use my power to know more, I had after all unlocked the history of the universe a long time ago.

So, I did just that.

And what I found… was not pretty.

The war had apparently started for petty reasons, at least according to me, eventually leading to the Queen of Angels successfully kidnapping and seemingly killing Odin's newborn infant at the time, Aldrif, in rage Odin used his powers to cut off Heven from the other Nine Realms and Yggdrasil altogether. However the King's hatred didn't end there, blinded by his sorrow, Odin spat a curse upon the Angels, a curse wrought of the Odinforce to bind them forever from returning home, anchoring them deeper in the void, as punishment for killing his daughter.

The funny thing is…

According to my records, Aldrif was still alive.

Meaning, that unbeknownst to Odin, he had sealed his own newborn daughter, alongside the angels in the void.

God damn it, Thor's family feels like a telenovela.

"So Thor has another sister," I sighed, scratching the back of my head. Another daughter he imprisoned, great. I hope at the very least this one doesn't have a weird prophetic infatuation on me.

Now, how the fuck do I break this news to Thor.

No-no.

How the fuck do I break this to Frigga.

No no-no.

How the fuck do I break this to Odin.

"They will kill each other," I sighed, I mean, Odin would probably kill himself after finding out his second daughter, not only didn't die, but he sealed her like he did with Hela.

Frigga will probably tear him a new one, finding out her firstborn never died as she thought, and had been inside the void for all these years.

Thor will simply lose his shit, I mean, how many siblings can Odin fucking hide.

I need a beer.

"Brother!" Fuck.

"Hey Thor," I waved at him.

"Is there something wrong?" Thor asked, his usual smile fading ever so lightly.

I nodded, but before he could ask, I raised my hand, shushing him up, "Thor, I need a drink, and by one, I mean a barrel of beer, after that, we'll talk."

"Fine by me," Thor chuckled, giving me a one-armed hug, "Besides, how bad can it be? It's not like I have another sibling ready to kill me father didn't tell  me about."

No best moment to hear a Hela-related joke.

"Beer, now," I replied.

Thor narrowed his eyes for a bit, before he shrugged, "Fine, let's go." and with that, we teleported to the Royal Bar, where I would get drunk enough to deal with the telenovela Odin had created.

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[Natasha Walker POV]

When Emily said, I was a princess, I wanted to say no.

But, the benefits were… alluring.

"Nat, princesses don't cheat while playing cards with their subjects," Emily pouted.

"Em, Em, Em, my sweet but stupid little sister," I sighed, shaking my head from side to side.

"Hey!" Emily shot back, crossing her arms.

"I'm just teaching them," I smiled, hugging her with one arm, as the other pointed high to the sky in contemplation. "I'm teaching my subjects to be more alert, and if in the process I make a few tons of gold, so be it, it's a small price to pay for the valuable lesson I'm giving them."

"If I tell dad what do you think will happen?" Emily inquired, a smug smile on her face.

I sighed, "How much do you want you little shit," I chuckled.

"Fifty percent," Emily replied without missing a beat. God, I was proud of her.

"Forty-five, and I wear a tiara like you wanted me to," I offered, extending my hand.

"Deal," Emily nodded, shaking my hand.