Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 46 Regaluk
“Mimiel, tell me… what exactly is Regaluk?”

A solemn voice reached the old man's ears. Before him, the one-eyed god-king Odin was watching him intently, awaiting the old man's reply.

The old man looked at him but didn't speak. Instead, he turned to look at the Wisdom Spring beside him. The Wisdom Spring, with its pure water, seemed no different from ordinary springs. It was just a clear spring that seeped from the depths of the earth, not even the size of a washbasin.

But deep within this well of wisdom lies a single eye, the price Odin paid for gaining wisdom.

Having given up one eye, he connected himself with wisdom, gaining knowledge of the past, future, and present. In the nine worlds, nothing could escape the eyes of the God-King.

Thor, the God of Thunder, is the strongest god, worshipped by the warriors of Norse; while Odin, the King of Gods, is the wisest and most intelligent god. His cunning is more admired by the Vikings than his martial prowess, because Thor symbolizes brave battles, while Odin symbolizes victory in war.

God of War, God of Wind, God of Poetry, God of Wisdom and Victory, God of Magic...

He is the supreme god of the Norse mythology world, the personification of the sky and atmosphere, and because of his almost omnipotent runes, he is also regarded as an omniscient and omnipotent god. He has more than two hundred aliases, each representing the deep awe that mankind has for him.

Although he possessed the invincible spear Gungnir, Odin rarely used it, because most of the time, he didn't even need to lift a finger; he could resolve everything with his wisdom and composure.

Whether facing the monstrous serpent that entangles the world or the demonic wolf Fenrir that attempts to devour heaven and earth, he has never even stepped down from his throne as the king of gods. He always looks down on the world below and resolves everything with ease. He has faced such crises countless times.

However, even those who have mastered the almost omnipotent runes, even such powerful gods, can fall into sorrow... or even fear.

A deep unease and fear of that “Regaluk”.

“Regaluk…”

Looking at the Fountain of Wisdom, the old man spoke softly, his pupils gradually losing focus, as if he were lost in past memories, his deep tone unusually calm.

"That was our predetermined fate..."

"Regaluk is the ultimate fate of all gods, giants, the living, and the dead in this world, which cannot be defied and cannot be defied."

The old man leaned against the spring, this aged, wise giant seemed to be exhausted and could fall asleep at any moment, and even began to snore slightly.

"destiny?"

The one-eyed god-king frowned slightly and shook his head.

“I don’t believe in fate. Fate is not unchangeable. I can change all of this.”

"really?"

The old man raised his head, his wrinkled, aged eyes looking at him, and couldn't help but sneer.

"If you truly believe you can change this ultimate fate, why bother gathering over fifty million heroic warriors to serve you?"

Upon hearing this, Odin was speechless.

The old man ignored Odin's expression and casually pointed to the Fountain of Wisdom, speaking to Odin.

"look……"

Following the old man's finger, Odin looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a clear image appear on the once clear surface of the Well of Wisdom… “Wow~”

Inside the delivery room, surrounded by a crowd, a newborn baby was held in the arms of a young woman who had just become a mother. The baby was crying loudly, seemingly out of discomfort with this unfamiliar world.

The young woman gazed at the tiny baby she held in her arms, a warm, loving smile spreading across her pale face, while those around her wished the newborn happiness.

A beautiful and peaceful atmosphere permeated the entire crowd. Even some young female immortals scattered throughout the mountains and forests were drawn over, curiously peeking out the window and rejoicing at the adorable newborn.

Looking at the scene before him, Mimir's face remained calm and unmoved; he simply said...

"When a newborn is born, no one can predict what its future will be like. It may be a brave and fearless warrior, a loyal nobleman's servant, or even a bandit who burns, kills, and robs. It may be demoted to a slave who lives a hard life, or even a merchant who travels between the city and the wilderness... All of these are possible. The future of this newborn is full of infinite possibilities."

"But one thing is certain..."

"This child will eventually die."

"Whether it dies on its sickbed or on the battlefield, there is no doubt that this is its destined fate... a fate destined from the moment it is born."

As Mimir's calm voice rang out, the effects on the surface of the Well of Wisdom began to distort...

The baby who had been crying loudly turned into a small skeleton and fell silent. The delivery room was filled with old cobwebs, the once new and exquisite furniture was now rotten and dusty, and the mother who had been lovingly looking at her child and the guests who had been offering their congratulations had all turned into skeletons, some standing and some sitting.

The skeletons were so lifelike that you could even see, outside the crowd, a curious person standing on tiptoe trying to peek at what the baby looked like, and a dignified lady happily talking to her companion... Everyone's figures were so lifelike, as if they were not skeletons, but a group of guests and a new mother and child sincerely congratulating each other.

"Mortals are destined to die; this is the fate of all mortals."

"Because it was 'born,' it 'died'... Life and death thus form a tight and ruthless cycle of cause and effect."

Mimir said calmly, as the images in the Fountain of Wisdom gradually faded away before him.

As he spoke, he sighed softly, then turned to Odin, the king of the gods, and said.

“And Regaluk… is the ‘death’ of the entire universe, and no one can defy it, because this is the universe’s destined fate.”

Odin looked at Mimir in front of him, his face slightly gloomy, indicating that he clearly disliked what Mimir had said.

However, being the wisest of the gods, he soon keenly noticed something.

"If the death of humanity is due to its 'birth,' then what is the cause of the 'death' of the universe?"

Mimir looked at him, grinning with a strange smile that was hard to decipher.

“You should understand, Odin…”

“The arrival of Regaluk and the ‘death’ of the universe are because you killed my father Ymir, created the World Tree, and established the Nine Worlds.”

(End of this chapter)