These past days, Aegir had been drowning in administrative work. Vanaheim's recovery was proving to be a massive undertaking—far more tedious than he'd anticipated.
While busy managing the realm's reconstruction, he hadn't forgotten to check in daily with the system. Unfortunately, after that first explosive reward on the day of Enthronement, his luck seemed to have run completely dry.
The subsequent check-ins had yielded nothing but garbage—a Konoha ninja headband, Luffy's straw hat, and similar useless memorabilia. The kind of stuff that went straight into storage and never saw the light of day again.
It was quite regrettable that he'd already checked in the day the TVA showed up. If he'd saved that day's check-in for during their confrontation, he might have gotten something useful to use against them.
But today, with Frigga's arrival, he'd finally hit something significant again. The Tower of Seiðr.
What even was that? Aegir didn't recognize it from any fiction he'd consumed in his previous life. It had to be an original item generated by the system.
He mentally queried the system for more information.
[The Tower of Seiðr: A mystical construct existing partially outside normal space-time. Primary functions include:]
[1. Magical Repository: Complete collection of all magical knowledge from across Vanaheim and few from other realms. Constantly updating archive of spells, techniques, rituals, and theoretical frameworks.]
[2. Training Facility: Accelerated learning environment with fail-safes against magical backlash during practice.]
[3. Defensive System: Upon activation, connects to Vanaheim's ley lines and maintains a protective barrier around the entire realm. Protects against external threats including dimensional attacks, directed energy weapons, and unauthorized teleportation.]
[4. Access: Physical manifestation appears as a tower visible only to owner and permitted individuals. Mental access available at any time for knowledge consultation without physical entry.]
[5. Special feature : The tower will slowly transform magic of other fictions into magic usable in Marvel universe.]
Aegir couldn't help but feel excited as he processed the information. This was exactly what Vanaheim needed.
Although Vanaheim was renowned for magic throughout the Nine Realms, it lacked any centralized magical education system. Knowledge was passed down individually, from master to apprentice, scattered across different families and factions. There was no unified magical library, no standardized training.
That was one of the main reasons Aegir had focused so heavily on Runic Tattoos—they were self-contained systems that didn't require running around begging different mages to teach him scraps of their personal knowledge.
But now? Now he had access to everything. He could browse magical knowledge to his heart's content, and most importantly—this gave him leverage to bring other magic users under his authority. Why struggle with fragmentary teaching when they could access the Tower's complete archives?
And the defensive barrier alone was worth the reward. At least now he wouldn't have to worry about Odin deciding to casually nuke Vanaheim with the Bifrost if he got too troublesome.
Not to mention the special feature of transforming magic from other fiction. With it he can be like a Zatana of Marvel.
The Tower had many other features according to the system readout, but Aegir was currently too lazy to read through the entire manual. He'd explore those capabilities later when he had time.
Aegir took a moment to organize his thoughts about magic in general. The Tower would give him access to comprehensive knowledge, but understanding the basic framework was still important.
From everything he'd learned so far, magical systems across the realms generally fell into four acknowledged forms—though there were always exceptions and variations, especially among pantheons.
The First Form was Arcanum Ego or Egocentric Magic—derived from a sorcerer's own spiritual energy. The internal journey of finding one's spiritual power, often called the Lapis Path. This form allowed abilities like astral projection, hypnosis, mind control, and telepathy. It seemed psychic in nature but tapped into spiritual rather than mental energies.
The Second Form was Arcanum Eco or Ecocentric Magic—connecting one's life force to ambient mystical energies in the environment. On Earth, these energies flowed through ley lines. This form enabled force fields, illusions, and for more experienced practitioners, manipulation of classical elements like air, earth, fire, and water. It could also conjure small items, though they tended to be unstable.
The Third Form was Arcanum Exo or Exocentric Magic—drawing power from other dimensions and appealing to powerful beings called Mystic Principalities like Cyttorak, Ikonn, or Raggadorr. This was considered the most advanced and powerful form, but required complex incantations and gestures. The weaker the mage and stronger the Principality, the more elaborate the ritual.
The Fourth Form was Necromancy—also called the Forbidden Path, Black Path, or Scarlet Path. Created by the Elder God Chthon himself, it dealt with death and dark powers.
Of course, there were countless exceptions and variations. Pantheon magic was even more complicated, influenced heavily by divine domains. Hela From MCU represented death and drew power from Asgard itself—when Surtur destroyed Asgard, her power went with it.
The same principle applied to Aegir now. While he could influence seas across all realms, his power was strongest in Vanaheim. His authority was tied to his domain, strengthened by proximity to his seat of power.
But that was all theoretical background. Right now, he had a guest to receive.
Aegir stood from his throne and made his way toward the main hall where Frigga would be waiting. A servant had already informed him that refreshments had been prepared and the All-Mother was being entertained with music while she waited.
Well, since she'd brought him such a good gift through the check-in system, he'd do his best to actually listen without excessive sarcasm.
His best might still involve some sarcasm though. That was just who he was.