Stupid Odin

If it were just a demigod-level god attendant going berserk, it wouldn't cause much of a stir within the god race. But the problem was that Bres, as the God-King, was going crazy.

He first levied a uniform [21% tax] on everyone in the clan, regardless of their status!

Yes, that's right! A super heavy tax that takes away one out of every two coins earned!

If the super-high tax burden corresponded to super-high welfare, it wouldn't be impossible to do it this way.

At least, if the redistribution was done smoothly, there would be a theoretical possibility.

The wonderful part is that Bres didn't provide any welfare at all!

Including the previous God-King, almost all gods and their attendants had to undertake long periods of corvée labor.

This is equivalent to working for free and having to pay extra taxes on top of that.

Such an outrageous operation would be impossible for anyone with a little economic common sense to do.

But Bres, this tall, handsome idiot, did it anyway.

Logically speaking, such a large Danaan god race shouldn't let a management idiot become the God-King.

In reality, the Danaan god race was the same as the previous Aesir god race—when survival is the most important thing, the strongest becomes the God-King!

The probability of a strong man also being a master of organizational governance is too low, too low.

Only Thors, as a transmigrator with five thousand years of wisdom, and also becoming the God-King, could enable the Aesir god race to complete a leap in management in just half a century, governing the huge Nine Realms in an orderly manner.

Bres's series of brain-dead operations had long angered the Danaan gods.

Sigurd's outburst was just a slightly earlier trigger for this earth-shattering thunder, and it 'happened' to plunge the four continents of the Celtic world into war at the same time...

At this time, the Danaan gods, already in a state of rage, had no idea what a heavy burden launching an internal strife at this point in time would bring to the world.

They were all completely enraged by Bres's outrageous actions.

In fact, it would be difficult for the situation to escalate further based solely on Beowulf and Sigurd, these two god attendants, suddenly rising up to resist the current God-King. The real decision-making power has always been in the hands of the gods.

For example, Dagda, the All-Father of the Danaan god race, has a magical harp that can control people's emotions and even the changing of seasons. As long as he plays the harp, two mere god attendants can be suppressed.

But the problem is that even they couldn't stand Bres anymore.

Lies cannot interfere with the gods; the truth they told was the sharp knife!

As soon as they spoke, even Odin was dumbfounded.

What?

Collect taxes from your own people and then give them to the enemy?

What kind of operation is this?

Odin felt that his ambition and greed were strong enough, but he only thought about snatching everything into his own home. He never thought about plundering the wealth of his own people to give to the enemy.

The gods' silence at this time was the greatest indulgence for the god attendants.

More Danaan god attendants joined in the condemnation of Austin and even Bres behind him.

"What? While having us build city walls, you're also handing over our wealth to the Fomorian giants?!"

"Really?"

"It's mostly true. I saw Dallas transport the collected taxes to the seaside..."

With the facts confirmed, the anger of the Danaan gods and god attendants was like a powder keg about to explode, and it was impossible for Odin, this bully, to control it.

Seeing that the gods had fallen into a heated discussion and no one cared about him, Odin decisively slipped away and went to find Bres.

At this moment, Sigurd and Beowulf actually had a chance to stop Odin, but they kept Thors's instructions in mind and did what was appropriate for their status—they encouraged their nominal master, Nuada, to stand up and resist the tyranny of the current God-King.

"My lord! We can't let that idiot Bres mess things up."

"He will ruin the Danaan god race!"

They, along with a group of god attendants, persuaded their wise former God-King.

Nuada was obviously very tempted. He exchanged glances with several gods present and received their approval. He turned his head: "Alas! But my arm..."

Beowulf, as an old man who had transmigrated for a longer time, decisively suggested based on the 'master's' condition: "Why don't you go see Dian Cecht, the god of medicine?"

"I can only try."

Rules are rules; only a complete god is qualified to lead the Danaan god race. Nuada cannot compete with tradition; he can only find a way to make up for his physical defects.

On the other side, Odin ran quickly to the temple where Bres was staying.

He looked down on this so-called temple, which looked crude and made up of a mix of brick and wood structures. This poor temple, which was unwilling to even embed gold on the pillars, made Odin feel deeply disdainful.

But all his current power and status came from this idiot Bres, and he was also very desperate.

Odin knew very well that if he didn't do something, when the Danaan gods liquidated Bres, he wouldn't have a good time either.

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"Your Majesty Bres!" Odin patiently pretended to be very anxious and urgently explained what happened at the city wall construction site to Bres.

When Bres heard this, he immediately became furiously incompetent.

"They... how dare they disobey my authority?! I am clearly the God-King—" Bres's voice changed because of anger. He frantically kept scratching his hair, and his bloodshot, bulging eyeballs kept shifting his gaze: "What to do? What to do? What should I do?!"

Bres's distraught appearance made Odin's heart skip a beat and sink completely.

What the hell?

This guy is actually the God-King?!

As Odin, who had seen what a God-King should be, felt that he had the most say.

Although Odin hated Thors, his elder brother was countless times better than Bres, who didn't understand anything, and Nuada, who was trying to preserve himself! They were not even on the same dimension! Okay!

Not to mention Thors, Odin felt that even he himself was much better than these two guys.

Odin couldn't bear it anymore!

"The gods say you have Fomorian blood in you. Is this true?" Odin asked in a deep voice.

"This..." Bres cowered for a while.

His performance confirmed the rumor.

Odin was drunk.

Are those Danaan gods idiots too? They actually agreed to let a foreigner become their God-King? They were sold and still helping people count the money. Now look what happened?

But Odin's identity in this body destined that his ass must be crooked.

Odin grabbed Bres's shoulders hard: "Your Majesty Bres! If you can't control the Danaan gods, then you better pray that your Fomorian bloodline is useful, otherwise when you are liquidated, your head will be hung on the city gate!"

"Austin, do you mean that I should contact the Fomorian giant race to oppose my clansmen?"

"Your clansmen?" Odin laughed in anger: "The so-called clansmen in your mouth have already gathered troops to kill you!"