The System Awakens: Rise of the Champion

"What did you do, darling?" Freya asked, still clinging to his arm.

"I gave Fenrir human form," Damian replied.

The man looked at him with a mixture of shock and astonishment upon realizing what had just happened.

"You did what?" Frigga and Freya asked, still standing behind him, holding his arms in fear of one of the beasts of Ragnarok.

"Exactly as I said... I granted Fenrir the ability to transform into his human form," Damian said as he began to explain how he did what he did.

"Let me tell you something not a lot of you would know. The progenitor of werewolves was also known as the progenitor of beasts. Do you know why he was called that? It's because he has the ability to influence all four-legged beasts," Damian continued.

"Fenrir is not just a beast that attained godhood. Well, he is not a beast, at least, not one born from beasts. He was born a beast because of faith. The faith of all the people of Norse mythology believing in the prophecy of Ragnarok."

"Everyone believed that a beast would be born of Loki, and that faith, all that energy born from faith, made it real. Fenrir was born as a beast, a beast of the End, with the concept of the End, born to fulfill the prophecy, all due to faith."

"I used my status as the progenitor of werewolves to alter his racial essence and made him a complete werewolf. And werewolves can transform into human form," Damian said as he turned his attention back to Fenrir.

"How do you feel, Fenrir?" Damian asked.

Fenrir, now in the form of a normal human, struggled to stand up, his limbs shaking as he got used to the body of a human.

"I..." Fenrir wasn't able to speak coherently; it felt as if his mouth wouldn't move as it should for him to speak.

"You don't have to answer. I can sense you are fine," Damian nodded as he continued. "I have come to see your sister... why don't you lead us?"

"I... Y-Yes." Fenrir nodded and slowly got up.

Even though it was his first time in human form, he began to walk with shaking limbs, leading them to the place where his sister and his brother, the world-eating serpentine dragon Jörmungandr, lived.

This entire world, Niflheim, was their home, where only the three of them lived, away from the influence of Odin and his gods.

Jörmungandr used to live in Midgard, and Hela used to live in Helheim.

But a few hundred thousand years ago, the world of Niflheim was created due to a bridge formed from the gathering of extreme levels of energies from Muspelheim and Helheim, thus forming a unique world known as Niflheim, a cold world filled with steamy, blinding mist.

Helheim, like any other hell, was filled with Miasma.

But along with that, the place was steeped in an extreme concentration of Ice Essence.

As a result, these two energies coexisting created an effect that made Helheim covered in ice and snow, and that ice didn't just freeze the physical body but also the soul itself.

If any soul were to get caught in that freeze, it wouldn't just freeze them.

It would burn them as if they were caught in fire, without actual flames.

This is what made the hell of the Norse pantheon unique compared to other hells, aside from the hell of the Egyptian pantheon.

Also, because of the unique condition of Helheim, the demons born there were unique and different from the demons of other hells, like Naraka or the biblical hell.

The demons of the biblical hell are red-skinned, brown-skinned, or fair-skinned, and they are fire-type demons with the ability to create demonic flames.

However, the demons of Helheim are pale-skinned, like vampires, and they are ice-type demons with the ability to create demonic ice.

Of course, like any other demons, they also wield the energy known as Miasma.

Additionally, they possess all the racial traits and abilities of demons from other hells, albeit with some minor physical differences.

"Maybe I will bring Lilith and the others to Helheim. It will be a brand new experience," Damian smiled as he noticed the two women he brought with him holding his arms tightly on both sides.

He could feel their arms vibrating with fear.

"He will not attack you," Damian said, sighing.

"E-Easy for you to say. T-The Norse gods are destined to be devoured by him," Freya said, still trembling, and Frigga nodded restlessly.

"Fenrir, will you devour them?" Damian asked.

"No, Your Majesty," Fenrir replied with an expressionless face.

"See? He said it himself. He won't. Now stop acting like children," Damian said, and the women reluctantly let go of his arms.

Soon, they reached a grand palace known as the Hall of Hela, Eljudnir.

Damian didn't even need to step inside, as the Queen of the Palace herself came out, sensing the presence of someone she hadn't sensed in a very long time.

"Hela?" Freya and Frigga looked upon her with surprise as they saw a tall and slender goddess walking out in a black-and-green gothic floral attire that covered her entire arms and a slim gown reaching the floor.

Her long, straight black hair perfectly complemented her pale skin and emerald-green eyes, which looked at Damian with a shocked, surprised, and happy expression.

"Whoa, she looks completely different from the last time I saw her. She is so much more beautiful. Did she comprehend the divine concept of beauty?" Freya muttered.

"Not just that. Do you sense his presence? It's off the charts. She has become so much stronger now. She might even be stronger than Tyr. That would make her the strongest Norse god right now," Frigga said in shock.

"To think that in just several thousand years she could become so strong."

"Hela? Have you been well?" Damian asked, ignoring their statements.

Yes, he could sense her presence as well, and it was the real deal.

There was no doubt about it.

Damian didn't doubt for a second that she had grown so powerful; in fact, he expected it.

"Master...?" Hela shakily walked closer to her master, watching the most handsome face she had ever seen.

With only a couple of feet between them, she dropped to her knees, lowering her head as she greeted her long-lost master, the most powerful and incomprehensible being in the entire universe.

"Master, my happiness knows no bounds seeing you in person after so long," Hela said in a gentle voice that Frigga and Freya had never known existed before.

"Come on now, there's no need to kneel. No need for such formalities between us," he said, grabbing her shoulder gently and making her stand up. He looked into her eyes with a loving expression.

He gently rubbed her chin, and that was enough for Hela as she leaned closer and pressed her lips to his in a sweet, longing kiss that turned into a deep, passionate kiss lasting several minutes.

"You have grown infinitely more beautiful than the one in my memories," Damian said, gently rubbing the soft skin of her cheek, causing a blush to appear on the pale woman's face.

"This scene could easily be one of the top five things I never thought I would see in my eternal life," Freya said.

"Tell me about it. The most feared goddess of the Norse pantheon acting like a young woman in love," Frigga said, noticing the restless expression on Freya's face.

"I can practically see the jealousy in your face, Freya," Frigga said.

"Oh, shut your hole, Frigga," Freya said, annoyed, veins popping on her forehead.

Frigga was stunned.

Among all the gods of the Norse pantheon, Freya might be the most respected and well-mannered, always calling her mother goddess.

They were like mother and daughter, and for Freya to cuss at her like that.

"... Calm down, Freya," Frigga gently touched her head as a small, faint green light manifested on her palm.

"I... I'm sorry. I-I don't know what came over me. Forgive me, mother." Freya bowed, regaining control of her emotions magically.

"It's alright," Frigga smiled. She didn't take it seriously.

Their attention returned to Damian and Hela, who were looking at her brother, the beast of Ragnarok, now in human form.

Hela held her brother's face. "Fenrir... you have human form."

"Y-Yes," Fenrir replied, a smile forming on his sharp-jawed face.

Hela's eyes became moist as she looked at her master, and in the next instant, she knelt at his feet.

"My master... I owe you everything for the gift you have given to my brother," Hela said.

Damian grabbed her before she reached the ground and held her face, wiping her tears. "What kind of man would I be if I didn't even give a small gift like this to my woman."

"My master," Hela hugged him tightly while Fenrir watched with an expressionless face, and the two women looked on with gentle expressions.

"I will also give the same gift to Jörmungandr once I become the progenitor of the great dragon race," Damian said, gently rubbing her head.

"Enough crying," Damian continued. "I see you have grown immensely stronger than the last time I saw you."

"I took your advice," Hela continued with a small smile.

"I stopped trying to advance in my divine concept of Time, and instead I began to focus on my divine concepts of Ice, Death, and Souls. I didn't make much improvement in the concept of Souls because of its range of complication, but my concepts of Death and Ice reached a whole new level. In the process, I also managed to comprehend the divine concept of Purity."

She continued, "Then I focused my full attention on the divine concept of Purity. As the years passed, I managed to attain comprehension of the divine concepts of Beauty, Decay, Annihilation, and Darkness."

"So many powerful divine concepts. I can't believe you have become so powerful," Frigga said in shock.

"I have no doubt she might be the strongest goddess in the entire plane," Freya said, sighing.