Stupid Odin

Amidst the dazzling rainbow light, Odin departed.

Harnessing the power of the Rainbow Bridge, he traversed the immeasurable void in an extremely short time, directly piercing into the opposite world.

Having left his homeland for the first time, Odin should have felt apprehensive. But all he felt at this moment was excitement!

No matter how terrible this world might be, as long as he could enter it and find a suitable vessel, he would have a chance to resurrect.

As a deity with a certain talent for the [Death] divine duty, Odin firmly believed that, given some time to adapt to the laws of the opposite world, he could accomplish the feat of resurrection that mortals could not imagine.

It was a gray world!

Odin thought it would be filled with the aura of chaos, but he was wrong.

It was disorder, not chaos!

Disorder meant that everything was still under the control of order.

Chaos was different.

As the soul crystal carrying Odin's soul pierced through the outer shell of the opposite world, Odin saw a strange, triangular knot!

The interwoven lines without beginning or end should have symbolized [Eternity] and [Connection].

Obviously, this huge cycle between the material world and the spiritual world, and between different stages of life, had been broken by some external force!

The meaning of [Cycle], [Spiral], [Knot], which should have been repeated, had collapsed inwardly because a serious gap appeared in the 'knot'.

Odin could tell at a glance—chaotic forces had been here!

He could be called an expert on this.

Odin was already imagining his new role: Heh! Can't beat chaos?

But as his soul further rushed into the barrier of the world, he discovered that it didn't seem to be the case.

Chaotic forces had been here, but most of them had been wiped out.

This made Odin both annoyed and a little happy.

It was true that he had joined chaos, but after he was defeated and his soul was divided by Thanos, he had lost the power of chaos. Strictly speaking, this remnant soul with his memory was an out-and-out [Order] soul.

His soul crystal turned into a dazzling comet, falling from the sky and slashing across the entire sky.

As he fell rapidly, he saw a large number of wooden pillars and frame structures remaining from houses, withered and dilapidated as if they had been swallowed by flames. Fragments of furniture and crude daily necessities were blackened by fire and shattered all over the ground, falling into the soil inside the houses that had no floor tiles.

On the ground, the paths trodden by people began to grow grass. If he wasn't looking down from a bird's-eye view, he would hardly recognize it as a road.

As a deity who once shared part of the [War] divine duty, Odin knew very well that this was the taste of war.

Obviously, this world composed of several huge islands floating on the sea beneath his eyes had experienced a grand war between order and chaos not long ago.

Obviously, they didn't have the luck of Midgard, and they didn't seem to have a chief god strong enough to destroy the power of chaos. This led them to pay a considerable price when fighting against the power of chaos.

Odin, who was falling rapidly in the sky, saw many tall corpses stained with the aura of chaos.

Giants?!

There are giants here too?

At this moment, waves of throbbing destiny turned into strange mental fragments and poured into Odin's soul.

Odin saw a man named Bith and a man named Fintan, who, with a group of women, boarded an ark, survived a great flood similar to the one that destroyed Ymir in the world of Midgard, and then came to live on this continent, eventually disappearing without a trace.

Odin also saw a leader named Partholón leading a group of people to live here, only to encounter the [Fomorians], a tribe of deep-sea giants tainted with the aura of chaos, and were eventually driven out.

Odin then saw a tribe called Nemed occupying this place, but these mortals (Fir Bolg) who had gone through hardships to return to their homeland encountered another branch of the Nemed tribe, the [Tuatha Dé Danann].

Although the Tuatha Dé Danann, out of consideration for being of the same tribe, only asked for half of the territory, the then King of the Fir Bolg, Eochaid, shouted a famous quote: "This will not be a favor! Giving half is equal to foolishly handing over everything!"

After saying that, Eochaid led his people to launch a war against this divine tribe, whose strength, war weapon level, and even number of people far exceeded their own.

Unsurprisingly, the divine tribe summoned mountains to throw boulders at the Fir Bolg people, causing fire rain to fall from the sky.

In the face of magic and extraordinary power, Eochaid of the Fir Bolg was completely defeated, and then this mortal tribe disappeared in the long river of fate.

Seeing this, Odin suddenly realized something. Wasn't that God-King Odin he saw when he peered into the fate branch of the fate goddess Verdandi just like this King Eochaid?

Thanos, who was stronger and thought of him as a brother, only asked for half, but Odin, like Eochaid, refused.

As a result, wasn't he, like this lineage of Eochaid, completely driven away?!

Thinking of this, Odin was furious.

[Midgard is my world! I am the true God-King!]

Despite his anger, this did not prevent Odin from continuing to peek at the remaining fate fragments that the long river of fate of this world gave him.

Soon he came to the most recent point in time.

Unsurprisingly, the divine tribe that ruled here once again broke out in a great war with the Fomorian giants that emerged from the deep sea.

They fought a great battle with the Fomorian giants in Mag Tuired and defeated the latter. But the Tuatha Dé Danann also paid a price. Their leader, King Nuada, lost an arm in this battle.

In the eyes of the Tuatha Dé Danann, an incomplete existence with missing arms and legs was not qualified to be a God-King.

Therefore, Nuada had to give way to his deputy, Bres.

Seeing this, Odin had a relatively basic understanding of this world—this was a terrible land of four wars. The constant rule iteration made the civilization and power here lack a complete inheritance.

"However, it is perfect for me to show off my skills!"

As Odin thought this, his soul crystal was completely exhausted.

He must thank Hela. The quality of this soul crystal allowed him to avoid the weakening that might have been caused when breaking into the world barrier.

He was already weak enough. If he was weakened further, he could only become a dog.

The only consolation was that the great war had just ended not long ago, and there were still some relatively complete corpses on the battlefield for him to seize.

He didn't have many choices. Following his instincts, he let his soul sink into a body that had just stopped breathing.

"Puff—huff huff—" The long-lost sense of breathing made the reborn Odin feel infinitely emotional. What was even better was that this body turned out to be a demigod of considerable strength among the Tuatha Dé Danann.

"Ah? Austin? I knew you didn't die!" A tall and burly figure rushed over and lifted Odin up with one hand, causing Odin, who had a terrifying hole in his stomach, to scream on the spot.

"Ah ah ah ah—"

"Sorry, I forgot! Lugh! Lugh! Come quickly! Austin is dying!"

Before Odin passed out again, he recognized from the memory of the body's former owner that the guy who was carrying him was the new God-King of the Tuatha Dé Danann, Bres!

Odin's last thought was: He had picked up a treasure this time!