Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 556: Peace For A While

The gates of the Golden Palace stood wide open, and the entire courtyard of Asgard soon filled with people.

Odin stepped forward first, his long cloak flowing behind him, Gungnir resting firmly in his hand. His single eye shone with rare warmth as he looked upon Sharky.

"Welcome home, Sharky Valor," Odin said, his deep voice carrying across the courtyard like rolling thunder.

There was no arrogance in his tone—only recognition.

"You have done more for Asgard today than any god in a thousand years."

Frigga stood beside him, her gaze gentle yet proud. Around them, Asgardian warriors in polished armor bowed their heads.

The Valkyries knelt with fists pressed to their chests. Servants lowered themselves respectfully. Even ordinary citizens, who had gathered in great numbers, raised their voices in unison.

"Sharky! Sharky! Sharky!"

The chant echoed across the golden towers and crystal bridges.

Sharky did not raise his hand for silence, nor did he bask in the praise. He simply stood there with Astrid in one arm and Sigurd clinging stubbornly to his shoulder, accepting the gratitude with calm composure.

He had not fought for glory.

He had fought for home.

—

That very night, Asgard erupted into celebration.

The Golden Halls blazed with light. Musicians played ancient melodies on harps and horns that resonated like echoes of the stars.

Fireworks of shimmering energy bloomed across the heavens, painting the sky in colors brighter than any mortal festival could imagine. Dancers moved gracefully across polished floors, their garments flowing like starlight.

Long tables stretched across the hall, overflowing with roasted meats, jeweled fruits, honeyed breads, and goblets of divine wine that shimmered faintly with magic.

Sharky sat at the center of it all.

Sif rested close at his side, one hand gently pressed over his heart as if reassuring herself he was truly there. Hela sat on his other side, calm and composed, though her fingers never strayed far from touching him.

Astrid had claimed his left knee as her throne, proudly recounting exaggerated versions of her "heroic patience" during her captivity.

"I didn’t cry that much," she insisted, though everyone knew otherwise.

Sigurd sat on his right knee, attempting to grab Odin’s beard from across the table. Each time he leaned too far, Sharky would casually pull him back by the collar of his tiny cloak.

The hall burst into laughter.

"To Sharky Valor, Protector of Realms!" the warriors roared, raising their goblets.

Even Odin lifted his cup in acknowledgment.

Wine was poured. Music grew louder. The night seemed unwilling to end.

For once, there was no war, no threat, no looming shadow. Only joy.

---

Much later, after the feast had quieted and the celebrations faded into soft echoes of distant laughter, Sharky stood alone upon the balcony of the Golden Palace.

The night sky stretched endlessly above him. Stars shimmered like scattered diamonds, reflecting faintly in his eyes.

Astrid had fallen asleep in his arms, her small hand still gripping a piece of his armor as if afraid to let go even in dreams.

Sif stepped beside him and rested her head gently against his shoulder. Hela approached quietly from the other side, wrapping an arm around his waist.

Neither spoke at first. They did not need to.

Sharky lowered his head and kissed Sif’s forehead.

Then Hela’s.

He looked down at Astrid, then glanced back toward the palace where Sigurd slept safely within guarded walls.

This was his Family. His voice was quiet, but steady as iron.

"No matter who comes... no matter what realm falls... I will protect my family."

The wind across Asgard carried his vow into the stars.

And the stars seemed to listen.

---

After spending many peaceful nights in Asgard with Sif, Hela, Astrid, and baby Sigurd.

Sharky decided to return back to Earth. After all, most of his family was on Earth.

After saying goodbye to his family Sharky was ready to go back. But Sigurd didn’t want to let him go.

Seeing that, Sharky felt a pain. He knew both Sigurd and Astrid also needed fatherly love.

Understanding that, he used Sound-Echo powers and split himself with another copy, which has a hundredth of his power.

Although he knew that when he goes in simulation, his split body will also go in hibernation mode. But since his body will be there, his family will be happy, especially his kids.

After completing the wishes of his children, Sharky arrived back at Alexander Mansion.

---

Seeing him coming back, his family became happy, especially his kids.

Lucas decided that he will not leave his father for any more second now.

Maria also sat beside him holding, and didn’t want to let him go anywhere.

Lily, Nyssa and Olivia also surrounded him from each side.

Seeing this his wives looked pleased, while cheering for their children.

Sophia, Rosie, Evanthe, Jean, Seorin, Elira and Saba also became happy together.

The house exploded in excitement.

"Dad... you came back," Ethan’s voice echoed from behind.

Sharky turned and found Ethan had also come here. He had become more mature from before. After all he has also faced many troubles and conquered them.

And now, he has also become a husband.

Sharky pulled him into a tight embrace.

"I am proud of you, Ethan."

Ethan’s eyes trembled, his father’s voice always had that effect.

Sharky looked at his wives and children...

This was the real meaning of power. His real treasure.

---

After dinner, Ethan approached Sharky privately.

"Dad," Ethan said. "There’s something I need to tell you."

Sharky raised an eyebrow.

Ethan looked down, with a little hesitation, he told him, "Lyra and Sasha... They’re pregnant."

Sharky blinked in surprise.

Then he smiled with pride.

"Good," Sharky said. "You are continuing the Valor bloodline. Take care of them. Protect them."

Ethan nodded fiercely.

---

After the children had finally fallen asleep, Sharky remained seated for a moment, watching them.

Maria had insisted she wasn’t tired, but had fallen asleep mid-sentence while explaining something about cosmic fire control. One faint spark still flickered harmlessly at her fingertip before fading.

Lucas had teleported twice in protest before exhaustion won. He now slept sideways across the bed, one leg dangling off the edge as if he had conquered it.

Olivia had neatly arranged her blanket before closing her eyes, even adjusting Lily’s pillow before resting.

Lily slept curled like a small ember, faint warmth radiating from her body, crystalline flecks occasionally forming then dissolving along her skin.

Nyssa lay peacefully on her back, tiny fingers twitching as if rewinding invisible moments in her dreams.

Sharky stood slowly.

His gaze shifted toward the far side of the large shared chamber.

His wives were there. All together.

This room was different from the children’s—larger, open, illuminated by soft golden light.

Evanthe rose first.

"I’ll move them to Father’s room," she said gently.

Maria stirred slightly but didn’t wake as Evanthe lifted her with practiced ease. A maid carefully carried Nyssa. Lucas teleported once in his sleep—only to reappear back in Evanthe’s arms. Lily was carried by Saba, who adjusted the faint heat around her instinctively. Olivia walked half-awake, holding Rosie’s hand.

Soon the room quieted again.

Sharky looked toward Sophia.

"So," he said calmly, "how much has your power evolved?"

Sophia tilted her head slightly, always composed.

"You open the conversation with performance evaluation?" she asked.

"I open with curiosity."

She stepped closer.

"My teleportation precision improved. Regeneration stability increased. I can now sustain long-range displacement without strain."

He nodded once.

"Good."

Rosie crossed her arms playfully, but her eyes softened as she looked at him.

"You come in and start asking about power," she murmured. "Is that really the first thing you want from us?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Sophia stepped closer, her voice calm but warmer than before. "If you wished to talk about strength, you should have chosen another room."

Sharky’s expression shifted. The seriousness faded.

"I didn’t come here for strength," he said quietly.

Evanthe returned and took her seat beside him. "Then what did you come for?"

He looked at them.

"For this."

He reached out and pulled Sophia gently closer. His hand slid to Rosie’s waist, drawing her in as well.

The room grew still.

Jean stood and moved nearer, her fingers brushing lightly against his collar. "Say it properly," she whispered.

He met her gaze.

"I came because I wanted to be with you."

Saba’s eyes warmed. Seorin’s spark faded into softness. Elira stepped forward without a word and rested her hand against his chest.

Rosie tilted her head, studying him. "Not thinking about anything else?"

"Nothing else," he replied.

Sophia leaned into him fully now, her composure melting in private. "Then stop standing there."

He sat, and they gathered around him naturally.

Evanthe’s hand slid into his. Jean’s lips brushed his cheek slowly. Saba rested against his shoulder, warmth radiating gently. Seorin’s fingers traced lightly along his arm. Elira’s calm presence pressed close at his side.

Sharky lowered his voice.

"When I’m here... I don’t feel like I have to hold anything back."

Rosie smiled faintly. "Then don’t."

Sophia kissed him first — slow, unhurried.

Jean followed, deeper, warmer.

Saba pressed closer.

Evanthe’s forehead rested against his.

Elira’s fingers intertwined with his.

Seorin leaned into him quietly.

The room didn’t need conversation anymore. Only the steady rhythm of shared breath.