[Starting as a Class 5 Mutant] Chapter 364/365 (Patreon)

Before Odin could finish his words, Syd retrieved four glowing stones from his satchel:

Mind Stone, shimmering with golden light.

Space Stone, emanating a vibrant blue glow.

Power Stone, radiating a deep purple hue.

Reality Stone, pulsing with an intense red aura.

As the four stones floated in midair, the entire crowd stood in stunned silence.

Odin paused mid-sentence, staring at the display. His words faltered as his eyes locked onto the stones.

Finally, with a deep sigh, Odin said, "The Time Stone resides with the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One, on Earth."

He hesitated before continuing, his gaze heavy. "The Soul Stone…"

But instead of revealing its location, Odin fell silent.

Syd, noticing his reluctance, smirked slightly. So, Odin once considered gathering the Infinity Stones himself.

It wasn't surprising; Odin's knowledge of the stones was far too precise for mere curiosity.

As for why he didn't disclose the location of the Soul Stone, Syd understood. Obtaining it required a sacrifice—the life of the one you loved most.

For Syd, the method to acquire it hardly mattered. With the other five stones in his grasp, he was confident he could eventually track down the Soul Stone, even if it meant obliterating Vormir, its resting place.

Lost in thought, Syd returned his attention to the damaged Infinity Gauntlet before him.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Infinity Stones floated toward the golden gauntlet, embedding themselves in its slots one by one.

As the final stone snapped into place, multicolored energy surged through the gauntlet. But within moments, the gauntlet began to tremble violently, cracks forming across its surface.

Syd acted quickly, withdrawing the stones just before the gauntlet could self-destruct.

"Well," he muttered, frowning, "this thing's useless now."

Odin, watching intently, finally spoke. "Child, if you require a gauntlet, seek out Eitri, the Dwarf King. He can forge one tailored to you."

Syd's eyes lit up in recognition. Of course, Eitri—creator of both Thanos's gauntlet and Thor's Stormbreaker—could craft the perfect vessel for the stones.

After stowing the Infinity Stones, Syd casually tossed the broken gauntlet aside.

With the immediate crises resolved, Odin's gaze sharpened, focusing intently on Syd.

Before he could say anything, Frigga stepped forward, her face filled with emotion.

"Mother," Thor greeted, stepping toward her with a smile.

But Frigga brushed past him, heading straight for Syd. She grasped his arm gently but firmly, her eyes scanning his face with maternal intensity.

"My child," she whispered, her voice trembling, "let me look at you."

Syd stiffened, taken aback by her words.

Noticing the simple, unadorned clothing he wore, Frigga's expression turned pained. "You've suffered so much, haven't you? I'll have the maids prepare proper garments for you immediately."

"Wait," Syd interjected awkwardly, "I'm not—"

Before he could finish, Frigga cut him off, her voice resolute. "No, you are!"

Her conviction left him momentarily speechless, and Thor's face lit up with joy.

Frigga continued, "Ever since the light phenomenon that covered the Nine Realms, I've felt a connection. I knew it was related to me somehow."

"Now, seeing you here, I'm certain of it. That was your doing, wasn't it?"

Syd hesitated, unsure of how to respond.

The gathered Asgardians exchanged shocked glances. The radiant light that had enveloped all Nine Realms—an event they still remembered vividly—was caused by this mysterious prince?

Murmurs spread through the crowd:

"The light across the Nine Realms… it was him?"

"How powerful must he be to do something like that?"

Thor, ever the proud brother, puffed out his chest, basking in reflected glory.

Frigga turned to Odin, her grip on Syd's arm unwavering. "If you don't believe me, ask your father," she said, her tone unwavering.

All eyes turned to Odin.

The Allfather studied Syd closely, his expression unreadable.

For years, Odin had kept tabs on Syd, occasionally watching him from afar. While he'd sensed traces of Asgardian divine energy within him, Odin had always dismissed the possibility that this child was his own.

After all, he had no memory of fathering another son.

Closing his eyes, Odin extended his senses, probing deeply into Syd's essence.

Moments later, his eyes flew open, filled with disbelief.

"Your divine body…" he murmured, trailing off in shock.

"Father?" Thor prompted anxiously.

Frigga's brow furrowed with concern. "What is it, Odin?"

The crowd buzzed with speculation, their curiosity mounting.

Odin finally spoke, his voice tinged with astonishment. "Child, though your divine structure is unique, I sense the unmistakable essence of both my bloodline and Frigga's within you."

His words hung heavily in the air, their weight sinking into everyone's minds.

"How is this possible?" Odin muttered to himself, struggling to reconcile the revelation.

(End of Chapter)

As Odin's words echoed across the Asgardian court, the gathered crowd erupted in excitement.

"He truly is our prince!"
"With him by our side, who would dare challenge Asgard in the universe?"

The Asgardians' cheers filled the air, their spirits lifted despite the earlier chaos.

Frigga's face radiated joy and relief, while Thor's laughter boomed loudly. Clapping Syd on the shoulder, Thor grinned, "Brother! I knew you were my brother all along! See? I was right!"

Syd winced at the heavy pat on his shoulder, his expression a mix of exasperation and resignation.

What could he possibly say? Deny it? Insist that he wasn't Odin's son or Thor's brother?

Even if he did, no one would believe him.

After all, the divine blood running through his veins seemed to confirm his lineage. Traditional myths even identified Balder, the God of Light, as Odin and Frigga's son—a detail that wasn't entirely surprising to Syd but one he hadn't expected to confront so directly.

He opened his mouth to speak, but seeing the hopeful and joyous expressions of those around him, he sighed and closed it again.

Amidst the Asgardians' jubilant chatter, Odin's sharp gaze fell on Syd once more.

"Your divine body carries traces of the Asgardian royal bloodline," Odin said with certainty. "While… unique in many ways, it undeniably connects you to our lineage."

Odin's words left no room for doubt, solidifying Syd's reluctant acceptance in the eyes of everyone present.

The Asgardians' cheers grew louder, their earlier fear and despair completely replaced with hope and pride.

"Long live our prince!"
"With him, Asgard is unstoppable!"

Syd's shoulders slumped slightly. He had been swept into a tide he couldn't control.

Frigga stepped closer, her maternal instincts overwhelming her. "My dear child," she said tenderly, "tell me, how have you lived all these years? Have you suffered much?"

"Uh…" Syd hesitated, trying to deflect. "What about those creatures?" He gestured toward the still-bound Fenrir and the skeletal warriors frozen in place.

Thor and the others, startled by the reminder, turned to look. They had almost forgotten about Hela's minions, motionless and enveloped in a crimson glow.

Even now, Syd's chaotic magic held them firmly in place, seemingly with minimal effort.

The Asgardians couldn't help but marvel again at his power.

Odin quickly ordered guards to equip the creatures with restraints before escorting them to the dungeons.

With that matter resolved, everyone's attention shifted back to Syd.

Frigga, undeterred, continued to fawn over him. She insisted on taking his measurements for new clothing, and despite his protests, Syd found himself dragged along.

...

An Hour Later

Thor couldn't contain his excitement. "Come, brother! Let me show you around Asgard!"

Syd, still trying to explain, said, "Thor, I've told you—I'm not…"

"Ah, enough of that, brother!" Thor interrupted cheerfully. "Let's go!"

With Thor tugging him along, Syd resigned himself to the tour.

As they wandered through the remnants of Asgard, Syd took in the grandeur of the preserved architecture. Despite the destruction wrought by Surtur, the city retained its classical elegance, a testament to its storied history.

"Prince Balder!"
"Greetings, Your Highness!"
"Blessed day, my lord!"

Everywhere they went, Asgardians greeted Syd warmly, their faces beaming with admiration and respect.

Flower garlands and baskets of sweets were offered to him at every turn.

Syd, bemused by the attention, tasted a piece of the offered sweets and turned to Thor. "About the Infinity Gauntlet…"

Thor snapped his fingers as if recalling something. "Ah, yes! The Dwarf King, Eitri, is already working on a new one for you. They took your measurements while preparing your attire, didn't they? It won't be long before it's ready."

Relieved, Syd nodded. A properly fitted gauntlet would allow the Infinity Stones to function at full capacity, enabling him to harness their combined power effectively.

Thor, his curiosity piqued, asked, "So, is it true? With the gauntlet and all six stones, anything is possible?"

Syd thought for a moment before nodding.

Thor whistled in awe, glancing at the serene cityscape of Asgard. His expression turned somber.

"Father's time is short," Thor murmured. "When he's gone, what will become of Asgard?"

Syd said nothing, letting Thor voice his concerns.

"Father's presence has always kept our enemies at bay. When he's no longer here…" Thor trailed off, his worry evident.

Syd couldn't help but wonder to himself, Is there a way to save Odin?

(End of Chapter)

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