I sneaked around beyond their fortified lines in my search for Hela's main camp. I easily caught her signature, as she was a person with the strongest Divinity in this entire region, so she was relatively easy to locate.

With my concealment spells, it was easy to arrive unnoticed at my location, where I finally found Hela in a remote place as she was training with her Necroswords. Those swords were pretty interesting, from what I could tell.

A mixture of various metals, but at the same time, they seemed to be alive.

'Maybe it is some kind of Soul Weapons like Sacred Gears or something similar.'

I thought in my head.

In truth, Hela was as beautiful as she was deadly. She had shoulder-length pitch-black hair as darkness night and emerald green eyes. She was around 200cm high, higher than me by five or six centimeters.

She wore an armor-like bodysuit of green and black colors that were combined.

"Come out, devil, while your stealth spells are flawless, I still control part of the Helheim's World's Will Source."

Said she with a cold voice as I undid the stealth spells and revealed myself, to which she redied her Necroswords and aimed them at my neck.

"Easy, easy there, my Lady. I come in peace."

I said quickly before she decided to kill me. I was very well aware that she wasn't the most reasonable one.

"Make one wrong move, and your head will leave your shoulders."

She said coldly.

"So what do you want, the devil? I haven't dealt with your kind for decades."

Said she.

"Of course, my Lady. My name is Zeoticus Gremory-Lucifer, and I have come here to negotiate with you."

I said, and I felt that her Necroswords disappeared when I introduced myself.

"Lucifer... Gremory... you are a descendant of two madmen that even outshined my family."

She said, to which I nodded in agreement. Original Lucifer was nuts, and my paternal grandfather Zeldris Gremory was a battle maniac and a power-hungry madman who died due to lust for power.

"I admit that my genealogy is far from the best."

I said in a low voice.

"Do you know how Asgard became pathetic as it is now?"

Asked Hela with some melancholy in her voice.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, a long, long ago before I was even born, in the vast Astral Boundary, there was a man of rather average species similar to humans. He was called Buri, the first God-King of Asgard Pantheon. He rose from nothing in the Astral Boundary to heights that he once could not even imagine. While Asgard wasn't among the strongest factions in the Astral Boundary, it was still considered a rather strong faction, with many Mighty Stage Gods and even Supreme Stage Gods."

She stopped for a while. Supreme Stage God must be a stage above Mighty Stage God in the Divine Path.

"But then, one day, an Asgardian Military discovered an unprotected Grade 3 Plane that was on the verge of becoming Grade 2 due to some occurrence. Only a few tens of millions of humans and beastmen lived there, but they were surprisingly weak, as they had only several Apocalypse-Class experts and a few Mighty Stage in their native Pantheons; even for a Grade 4 Plane, it would be considered weak. Nothing could stop the glory of the Asgardian war machine. We invaded the world and soon enough pushed natives to the brink of extinction, but then it happened."

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For now, it sounded too good to be true.

"A truly strong factions of the Astral Boundary noticed a newly evolving Grade 3 Plane. You need to know that Grade 2 planes are rare and could bore peerless experts and mighty powerhouses that could destroy the entire Draconic Deus with even the simplest spell. As we were fighting there under the leadership of King Buri, another competitor appeared. It was one of the human empires, the Arcane Empire that occupied the Grade 1 Plane by itself. They arrived with hundreds of Apocalypse-Class warriors and mages, tens of Dimensional-Class powerhouses under the leadership of their Emperor, Lord-Class entity."

I just stood there and absorbed new knowledge. Now I had answers to what stood above Apocalypse-Class, namely Dimensional-Class, and above it was Lord-Class, but I was aware that there existed ranks above. Just from mentioning Emperor was Lord-Class, meaning true powerhouses would not spend time running a nation; they would rather seclude themselves to train and research.

"Great-Grandfather Buri refused to retread, who knows why... maybe due to confidence, maybe due to arrogance, maybe due to foolishness. In the end, it didn't matter, as the Emperor of the Arcane Empire killed him in split seconds before God-King could even summon the might of Pantheon. Other Mighty Stage Gods and Supreme Stage Gods were butchered, caught and human warlocks and arcanists extracted their Divine Sparks. The Main Asgardian army was completely annihilated to the last man, and the only person who survived was his son Borr, who was sent to Asgard moment God-King Buri sensed the strength of humans, as his son was just an early Mighty Stage God. After he returned to Asgard, he realized that the entire strength of Asgardian civilization was gone, with just a few Mighty Stage Gods remaining, but that was all. They have lost their strongest gods, with their godhoods were taken. Their own Apocalypse-Class and Dimensional-Class magicians were killed. Most advanced magical technology devices and weaponry were lost during the war. Nothing remained. So, he resulted in the last option. He used Yggdrasil to move the entire Nine Realms plane to the outskirts of the Astral Boundary, where he joined local gods in creating a Dimensional Gap, dying in the process due to internal injuries suffered from previous battles. From then on, Asgard was and is getting weaker with each passing century; we are nothing more than just former glory. Living on the lost wonders and golden glitters."

Now hearing this story from Hela, it would be an understatement to say I was shocked.