Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 87 The Beginning

Ten thousand years ago, twenty thousand years ago...

One by one, ancient eras are traced back to the past, traversed by two non-human beings who travel through time: the era when the gods joined forces to cast the black dragon Nidhogg into the underworld; the golden age when the gods were passionate and full of vigor; the era when the world was just established and all things were in ignorance...

These golden ages flashed by in the pursuit of the god and the wolf. The two attacked and fought each other, and the aftershocks of the battle vibrated through space and time. The waves they stirred up gradually distorted and changed the past of this universe. The inherent past was rewritten, and the ancient gods who had once died reappeared and took to the stage of the world. Their deaths were changed again, and their fates were reversed. Gods who should have survived died instead, and their futures were erased.

Various futures that never happened have already occurred, and various pasts that never appeared have subsequently occurred.

The three goddesses of fate, from different times and timelines, all sensed the fierce battle and the turmoil emanating from space and time. They opened their eyes in surprise. Norn, who knew fate, observed that the witches and goddesses were also restless. Some failed to understand the reason for this turmoil, while others had already seen through everything, but could only sigh.

In every time and space, only the wise giant remained asleep by his fountain of wisdom, not even lifting his eyelids, for he already knew the fate and ending of all of this.

As they continued to trace back upstream in time, the two finally approached a twisted node that was unique even among countless moments and spaces...

The world before heaven and earth were created.

……

Hundreds of thousands of years ago.

In a chaotic world, three young and vigorous gods were flying in the air, circling around an enormous giant. They brandished their weapons, and countless streams of light flew out from them. Each strike could easily pierce through a mountain peak, but these countless streams of light seemed to have no effect on the enormous giant. After all... it was just too huge.

Mountains are but hairs on his body, the sun and moon are but eyes. His mouth brings summer, his breath brings winter. With a wave of his hand, even space and time are distorted and shattered by his immense and pure power. All giants are as insignificant as ants before him. He possesses an invincible power destined to be unprecedented and unparalleled. Even the first god, Boli, could not compare to him and could only die tragically at his hands, his body disintegrating into numerous offspring and descendants.

These offspring and descendants are the earliest origin of all gods. The ancient gods inherited their father's will and continued to fight against the invincible giant. In the long years and battles, one of Boli's sons, Bol, married the giantess Bestra and gave birth to Odin, who was a mixture of god and giant blood.

Because he has the blood of giants mixed in with his body, Odin can never be immortal like a pure god, but this also gives him greater power. At this moment, he is trying to fight against the invincible giant Ymir with his two sworn brothers, Loki and Hynir.

This was their youngest and most peak moment. Young and vigorous gods always have inexhaustible strength. Mortals say that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, and at this moment, these three young gods were directly confronting the strongest being in this chaotic world.

The great battle plunged the entire chaotic world into chaos. Amidst countless lights and sounds of battle, everything was indistinguishable. Just as the fierce battle was raging, a large hole appeared in the void, and Odin, wielding the Meteor Spear, leaped out, followed closely by the ferocious wolf Fenrir.

However, what appeared before them this time was a gigantic, boundless hand...

The invincible giant, the ruler of the chaotic world, had already discovered the two invaders who had traveled from the future. It roared and was about to crush the two insects when the God King threw out his divine spear. The demon wolves also suddenly swayed and became incredibly huge, howling as they tried to bite off the giant's hand.

Faced with this enormous crisis, these two enemies had no choice but to join forces.

"boom!!!"

The spear pierced the giant's palm, while Fenrir, the wolf, bit off one of the giant's fingers. The giant, in agony, let out a howl that echoed throughout the chaotic world. Odin, one of the three brothers fighting the giant, seized the opportunity, roared, and with all his remaining strength, hurled his spear at the invincible giant, piercing its skull…

The invincible giant let out a defiant roar, questioning this cruel and unjust fate, but in the end, it could only helplessly collapse.

The two figures that suddenly appeared and disappeared went unnoticed by Odin, who was too preoccupied with the fierce battle to pay attention. He was focused on saving his seriously injured brother, Hynir. Only Loki, the son of the giants, glanced at the spot where the two figures had disappeared, his eyes filled with doubt, as if he doubted that he had seen it correctly, lost in thought.

……

The river of time has flowed back to this point, far exceeding Odin's expectations. Even he had never attempted to travel to such a distant past.

Golden divine blood seeped from its crumbling body, then vanished into the river of time in an instant. Behind it, the demonic wolf Fenrir continued its relentless pursuit. The God-King had no choice but to continue tracing back to the past, which was even older than the birth of the world...

In the empty void, there is no light, no darkness, no sky, no earth, and certainly not the kind of chaotic world where everything exists, because chaos itself implies the existence of something. But here, nothing exists, nothing exists, neither time nor space.

There is no beginning and no end, an eternal and unchanging absolute void... Everything should be as it is. In a void where even time and space do not exist, what changes can there be?

However, driven by the almost omnipotent runes, by the irreversible workings of fate, or by some immeasurable force in the darkness, a disheveled god-king fell from the eternal void.

When the first substance appeared in this absolute void, the void, which should have been without beginning or end, seemed to have been catalyzed, forming a strange reaction and beginning to change rapidly.

Various indescribable strange substances fall from the void and are generated from it. Things from all times and spaces, and even things beyond the boundaries of time and space, are surging within it. All tangible and intangible things, including all kinds of abstract and metaphysical logic and rules, are generated from it.

This is the source of everything.

Even the god-king would find it difficult to survive in such an environment. Odin, who had fallen, struggled to breathe but could not get anything in. His consciousness began to blur, and at the same time, the demon wolf finally caught up. But at this moment, in Odin's eyes, the demon wolf seemed to have turned into a series of abstract and distorted symbols...

It's like...

Runic script.

Odin's consciousness was already hazy. For some reason, he suddenly recalled a time when, in order to seek to save the fate of the gods, he had hung himself upside down on the World Tree for nine days and nine nights, offering himself as a sacrifice, and finally he was able to see those runes...

The feeling then was just like this now—unconscious, unable to feel anything, in a daze, as if…

as if……

……

Odin's barely conscious mind began to tremble, filled with an indescribable terror. He finally remembered that time when he was hung upside down from the World Tree. He hadn't just seen those runes; in fact, he had seen something far more bizarre, but he had chosen to forget it out of fear. It was…

A certain sound.

The ferocious wolf in front of him was still trying to pounce on Odin, but Odin inexplicably began to laugh silently. In his extremely blurred consciousness, he seemed to see this absurd and twisted world clearly for the first time.

In the distant future, the right eye he sacrificed to the Fountain of Wisdom disappeared.

He finally understood everything...

Odin, the king of the gods, died.

……

The two figures had long since vanished, returning to the spacetime they were meant to be. All sorts of indescribable strange substances fell from the void, causing the turbulent void to twist and distort. It wasn't until an unknown period of time that things gradually stabilized.

In the midst of chaos, there was only the oldest chasm, and the land of fire, Muspelheim, and the land of mist, separated by this ancient chasm. The heat from the land of fire and the cold from the land of mist mingled together to form scorching steam, which in turn formed water, and the water gradually condensed into glaciers.

A long, long time later, a knocking sound suddenly came from the chaotic world...

"choke……"

Within the Land of Fire, the oldest fire giant silently strikes the perpetually frozen glacier with his flaming sword, while within the steam rising between the Land of Fire and the Land of Mist, an invincible power is being nurtured…

Everything originates from this.

(End of this chapter)