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Chapter 37 Ragnarok, the fear of the King of Gods!

Odin waved his hand and dispersed the runic water mirror.

Lin Fan's unremarkable figure disappeared from the water mirror, but the entire Hall of Heroes became even more deathly silent than before.

The magnificent palace, forged of gold and silver, now exudes an atmosphere so oppressive it could break a spine.

Those heroic warriors who usually only knew how to revel and fight for the day forgot to put down their wine glasses, and their movements of wiping their battle axes froze in mid-air.

They read from the silence of the Father God a premonition of the end times.

"Father God, what are you worried about?"

Thor slammed his hammer Mjolnir onto the table with a dull thud.

"Although that Easterner's methods are strange, he doesn't seem to have any intention of fighting. China has never welcomed outsiders, so if we don't provoke him, we should be fine."

Thor's idea was simple: the world is a big tavern, everyone drinks their own wine and minds their own business.

"Thor".

Odin's voice finally rang out, ancient, weathered, and devoid of emotion.

"Your bravery can tear mountains apart, but your wisdom is not as intricate as the patterns on a hammer."

What you are seeing is a display of power.

What I see is a change in the rules.

He rose from his throne and paced around the hall, each step seeming to tread on the heartbeat of the gods.

"Our divine power originates from the World Tree, from the faith of the people of the North. But haven't you realized it?"

"Our power has been declining since that Ragnarok."

"As faith grows weaker, the roots of the World Tree can no longer draw nourishment from this barren land."

Odin's single eye swept over every god present.

"We are being forgotten by the times."

"We so-called 'gods' are nothing but remnants of the old era."

His voice was low, carrying a tremor he himself was unaware of.

"But that Easterner... he's different."

"His power does not come from faith, nor from the stars, but directly from the land itself."

"He's not borrowing the rules; he is part of the rules!"

"He repairs spatial rifts like a person repairs their own wounds; it's an instinct!"

The Chinese call it "fortune".

"A force we have never understood and cannot touch."

"Now, this power, which has been dormant for thousands of years, has been awakened because of that man's appearance."

Inside the main hall, you could hear a pin drop.

Even the most reckless warrior could sense the chill in Odin's words.

This is not a comparison of strength.

This is a new era, issuing a death sentence to the old one.

A cunning voice echoed from the corner.

"So, Father God, are you saying that our good days are over? We should pack our bags, find a hole to hide in, and wait to be completely wiped out by the world?"

The speaker was handsome, slender, and had a natural sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Loki, Odin's adopted son and the god of mischief.

"Loki!"

Thor's eyes widened in fury, and a flash of electricity crackled on his warhammer.

"Watch your words! The Father is worried about the future of Asgard!"

"Worry? My dear brother, worry is the emotion of the weak."

Loki gracefully picked up a glass of mead and swirled it gently.

"I only saw an opportunity."

"A huge, unprecedented opportunity."

He looked up at Odin, his pupils burning with the flames of ambition.

"That Easterner has stirred up the 'fate' of the entire world, like throwing a boulder into a calm lake."

"The lake is being stirred up; the old order is collapsing, and a new order has yet to be established."

"Isn't this the perfect opportunity for us 'old gods' to return to the stage?"

"What do you want to do?" Odin's single eye, sharp as a spear, was fixed on Loki.

"What for? To get a piece of the pie, of course!"

Loki laughed.

"We really can't force our way into that land. It's his 'divine kingdom,' where he is almost omnipotent."

"However, now that he has demonstrated his existence to the world, he must accept the 'greetings' from the world."

"We can't steal, but we can 'exchange,' 'learn,' and 'cooperate.'"

Loki used three words in a row, each one seductive.

"We will visit him, offer our Asgardian respects, and ascertain his desires and secrets."

"If he is an ambitious overlord, then we will submit and become the first contributors to his new order."

"If he is a detached hermit, then we will use a price he cannot refuse to obtain a seed of 'luck' to bring back to Asgard and nourish the World Tree once more!"

Loki's words caused all the gods to fall into deep thought.

Even Thor, who had always disliked him, had to admit that these words hit the nail on the head.

Holding out here is tantamount to waiting for death.

Taking the initiative offers a glimmer of hope.

Odin remained silent for a long time, weighing Loki's cunning against the reality implied in his words.

Finally, he asked, "Do you want to go yourself?"

"certainly."

Loki placed his hand on his chest and bowed, his smile becoming incredibly sincere.

"For something that requires thinking, not just swinging a hammer, is there anyone in all of Asgard more suitable than me?"

"I promise I will bring back everything you desire, Father God."

Odin gazed at him for a long time before finally nodding slowly.

"it is good."

"In the name of the King of the Gods, I command you to be Asgard's messenger and travel east to visit the 'Lord of the Courtyard'."

Odin's voice became incredibly stern, each word as heavy as a mountain.

"Remember, Loki."

"You can use any tricks you want, but never provoke him."

"We...can't afford to mess with him."

Loki's lips finally curled into a victorious smile.

He turned to face the gods in the hall, spreading his arms wide, like a theatrical lead about to take the stage.

"Well then, let the show begin."

At the same time.

Deep in the Egyptian desert, inside a pyramid, within a golden coffin, the jackal-headed deity opened its eyes.

In the Greek Aegean Sea, beneath a towering underwater temple, a man wielding a trident stirs up endless waves.

Around the world, ancient beings lurking behind myths and legends were awakened from their long slumber by Lin Fan's appearance.

A global undercurrent is quietly gathering.

And the one who started all of this, Lin Fan, is standing with Fang Qingxue in the icy snow of Kunlun Mountain.

He looked at the tea tree that was faintly visible in the distance, preparing to begin his "hiking trip".

He had no idea that he had only wanted to live a quiet life, but had unwittingly stirred up a huge "nest of gods".