"Has that child… really grown to such an astonishing level already?"
Odin murmured under his breath. His one remaining eye was cloudy, yet it still held a sharp gleam—filled with disbelief.
He'd always known Harry's future would be extraordinary. What he hadn't expected was that in such a short span of time, Harry would not only destroy three-tenths of Mephisto's Hell Dimension, but also kill the long-famous dimensional demon god, Nightmare.
Odin sighed again, struck by how lucky the Ancient One had been—to find such an outstanding successor.
And then there was his own situation…
Whether it was Thor or Loki, neither could truly shoulder the burden. Perhaps once Odin died, and Hela broke free of her seal, that would be the moment of Asgard's Ragnarok.
But then Odin paused, and a thought sparked.
Given how things stood now… maybe Asgard could still struggle on.
Against Hela, Asgard's current power had no chance at all.
Within Asgard, Hela might be able to wield power comparable to a dimensional demon god.
So even if Thor's strength increased severalfold, he still wouldn't be Hela's match.
But now, the equation had changed.
If there were a way to make Harry Asgard's protector, then even if Hela drew on Asgard's power, she wouldn't be able to harm Thor or Loki at all.
That meant the plan was completely viable.
Odin narrowed his eye and began thinking rapidly…
…
Odin wasn't the only one reacting.
In the galactic core region, the universe's three great empires also caught wind of the news and convened a joint meeting, debating what stance they should take toward Harry.
In the Crossroads Dimension, the Collector received the intelligence and lit up with excitement.
Kill a dimensional demon god, and the Chaos Controller was bound to have a pile of priceless treasures.
Even if he sold them at a loss, the fame alone would bring him enormous benefits.
Beyond them, countless dimensional demon gods in the Chaos Dimension, the Crimson Dimension, and the shattered remains of the Hell Dimension all received the same message.
Especially Mephisto.
He'd been exhausted lately—worn down and listless from fending off attacks by other dimensional demon gods.
But the moment he learned that that annoying bastard Nightmare had been killed by Harry Potter, he relaxed on the spot.
Perfect.
It wasn't fair if only he was unlucky—someone else had to suffer too.
And who knew? In the future, other dimensional demon gods who chose to oppose Harry Potter might end up even worse than him.
When that day came, Mephisto might actually be the one "doing best" out of all the demon gods who'd ever made an enemy of Harry Potter.
Then no one would dare mock him over this again.
…
While the multiverse spiraled into turmoil over Nightmare's death, the person responsible was completely detached from it all—fully absorbed in studying magic.
In the floating city, after a stretch of construction, the main framework was largely complete.
The central hall had already been finished. Inside a training chamber within it, Harry carved a complex rune matrix into the floor.
He was about to begin an extremely special kind of adventure: cross-world Dreamwalking.
This magic required his soul to cross endless spacetime, projecting into another universe and temporarily possessing someone else's body.
Even Dreamwalking within the multiverse was already dangerously beyond normal imagination.
One mistake, and the soul could be lost in the vast cosmic current—never able to return to its original body.
And what Harry was preparing now—cross-world Dreamwalking—was even more perilous.
Different worlds had completely different rules, energies, and spacetime frameworks. One small miscalculation could lead to a fate beyond recovery.
Even though the primordial chaos source would ensure Harry's safety, he still carved runes into the ground to raise the success rate.
Soon, with the final stroke complete, the runes he'd painstakingly researched fully manifested across the floor.
He stepped into the exact center of the rune matrix, lifted his wand, and formed a spell array above himself—resonating with the runes below.
The next instant, Harry felt the world flip.
His awareness turned hazy, and his soul was shoved forward by a mysterious force—shooting through one bizarre world after another at an unimaginable speed.
Some worlds were drowned in flame with lava everywhere.
Some were buried under ice and snow with howling winds.
After passing through who-knew-how-many strange scenes—after who-knew-how-long—Harry's mind slowly cleared.
He opened his eyes.
A completely unfamiliar world greeted him.
The first thing he did was scan his surroundings. He was in a shabby little house. The furnishings were old, but everything was clean, and the room carried a faint, sweet, girlish scent.
When he rose, he realized he'd been sitting at a drafting desk. On it were tools for drawing sea charts: a precise compass, a scale ruler, a quill, and more.
This was obviously not Harry's multiverse—nor the wizarding world.
It was a world he had never observed before.
His Dreamwalking was still new. For now, it could only land randomly—he couldn't control it precisely yet.
Otherwise, the first world he chose would have been one of those other rule-systems.
Not for any reason except progress.
As he stood up, the original owner of the body snapped awake like a nightmare, then panicked and shouted inside his mind—her voice full of fear and confusion:
"No! Who are you?! Why are you in my body?! Get out!"
The voice was clear and bright, like a mountain spring—obviously a young girl overflowing with energy.
Harry instinctively looked down.
He immediately saw the unmistakable swell of a girl's chest, and everything clicked.
No wonder ever since his soul entered this body, his front felt oddly heavy, and the familiar sense between his legs was… missing.
He'd possessed a girl.
Before Dreamwalking, Harry had already anticipated something like this. He used magic to soften his voice and tried to comfort her gently:
"Don't be afraid. I'm not a good person."
"Aaaah!" the girl's scream got even louder.
"Ahem…" Harry cleared his throat, embarrassed. He'd done roleplay with Gwen too many times, and the wrong line had slipped out on autopilot.
He had no choice but to correct himself quickly.
"Don't be afraid. I'm a good person."
"You literally just said you weren't!"
"Ahem… that was a mistake. Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."
Nami had been drawing sea charts until she got exhausted and fell asleep at her desk.
Then she felt something wrong, jolted awake—and discovered in terror that her body was moving on its own, completely out of her control.
She was terrified beyond words.
But Nami also knew: the more dangerous the situation, the calmer she had to be.
The mysterious man inside her could control her body at will. If he wanted to kill her, he could do it easily.
So the only sensible move was to play along—stabilize the situation first, then wait for an opening.
Maybe later, she could use Arlong's crew somehow… to get rid of the parasite in her body.
As she thought, an old legend that had circulated across the seas for years flashed through her mind.
There was said to be a strange kind of fruit—Devil Fruits.
According to rumor, anyone brave enough to eat one could gain unimaginable power.
Could the strange man inside her be a Devil Fruit user?
With that thought, Nami forced down her fear and tested him cautiously:
"My name is Nami. What's your name? Are you a Devil Fruit user?"
"Devil Fruits?" Harry repeated the unfamiliar term under his breath. After a brief pause, he answered:
"My name is Harry Potter. I'm from a completely different world. You could call me a mage, I guess. But no—I'm not whatever a Devil Fruit user is."
"Mage?" Nami had never heard of that profession.
She assumed he was messing with her, but she didn't show it. Instead, she praised him sweetly:
"That's amazing. Since you came to our world, do you want to go outside and look around? The scenery here is really nice!"
Harry could easily guess what she was doing, but he didn't refuse. Smiling, he pushed the door open and stepped outside.
Since he was here, he was going to take a look around—and maybe study these so-called Devil Fruits while he was at it.
He guided Nami's body down the stairs and reached the first floor, where he suddenly saw a woman with a smoking-hot figure and short purple hair cooking something fragrant in the kitchen.
To keep Harry from exposing anything here and putting her sister in danger, Nami quickly explained:
"That's my sister, Nojiko. Don't worry about her. Just tell her we're going to Arlong's place."
Harry didn't argue. He called out in a mild voice:
"Nojiko, I'm heading to Arlong's. Don't wait for me to eat."
After hearing Nojiko's response, Harry guided Nami's body out immediately.
Once Nami left, Nojiko paused mid-motion, frowning slightly as she watched her sister's back.
Nami… seemed a little strange today.
Outside, Harry realized they were on a small island. According to Nami, this was Cocoyasi Village in the East Blue.
And the place they were heading to now was the territory of Cocoyasi Village's ruler—Arlong.
Out of respect, Harry didn't probe Nami's memories. But with his perception, he still caught it: the moment she said Arlong's name, there was hatred and disgust in her tone.
Clearly, Nami's relationship with Arlong was nothing like she'd pretended.
After a brief consideration, Harry asked:
"You have a grudge against Arlong. You can tell me about it. I should be able to help you."
Nami fell silent.
To be honest, she hesitated.
From their conversation so far, her instincts told her Harry probably wasn't a bad person.
But could he really help?
Arlong's crew were real monsters.
And then, as Nami hesitated, several figures came shambling toward them, clutching bottles and swaying unsteadily.
Harry saw them clearly: rough-skinned creatures with partial fish-like features.
They had to be the Fish-Men Nami had mentioned.
And they were her enemies.
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