From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 337 Odin: No. I'm filled.
Odin suddenly stopped, and the once invincible king of the sky and winds felt a strange sense of unease.

As if sensing the summons, the jet-black spiral spear transformed into a black meteor from the piercing wound in Uesugi Kotsushi's abdomen and flew back into its master's hand.

Gripping 'Gungnir' tightly, Odin rubbed his palm against the intricate patterns on the gun that had evolved from the World Tree. He looked up at the end of the collapsed overpass, into the depths of the chaotic ruins. In the single eye on the cold iron face, the golden flames flickered, exuding a solemn atmosphere.

In His perception, deep within the dark ruins, an invisible fear seemed to lurk, emanating an aura that even He found terrifying.

But what surprised and bewildered Him even more was that 'Nibelungen,' which was supposed to be created by alchemy based on real space, this domain belonging to the Dragon King, with its internal space folded and time completely frozen, was actually being eroded and swallowed up by another 'domain'!
Nibelungen is an alchemical space that only Dragon Kings can create; it is almost equivalent to the embodiment of the Dragon King's power and authority.

But what kind of being is capable of eroding and swallowing up the domain created by the "Dragon King"?!
The moonlight seemed to have dimmed considerably, becoming even darker and deeper, like a gateway from the underworld to the human world.

How long has it been?
I have never felt such a stirring from the depths of my soul, nor such an uncontrollable tremor and fear.

Perhaps, since the ancient times when he faced "Nidhogg the Black King", he had never felt this way again. Odin's iron mask spewed flames, and he subconsciously gripped the black spear tightly. The power and strength flowing through his body seemed to echo the violent changes in the sky, with lightning and thunder.

Thump, thump, thump~~~
The deep sound of footsteps rose from somewhere, echoing clearly throughout Nibelungen.

"This feeling."

Odin's eyelids twitched suddenly.

He could clearly sense anyone who entered Nibelungen; at the moment the footsteps sounded, the entire Nibelungen space seemed to tremble.

It was as if the entire void had transformed into a body of water, and with the sound of that person's footsteps, ripples spread out and gradually expanded.

To Odin's horror, as the footsteps continued to sound, layers of invisible waves spread across His body, and His 'Kingdom,' symbolizing the pinnacle of spiritual power, was actually shattered. His body, bones, muscles, and even organs were trembling slightly!

The person was not seen, but only their voice was heard, yet they possessed such terrifying power!

Simply incredible!

Even Nidhogg, the Black King, who reigned over heaven and earth and ruled over all living beings for thousands of years, never made Him feel this way.

Tap tap tap tap
As if to the rhythm of a beat, a figure emerged from the deep, dark shadows.

The first thing that caught the eye was a tattered, faded gray-white robe, floating like a ghost. It wore a pale mask on its face, with neither eyes nor mouth, and looked so light and airy that it didn't seem like a physical entity at all, but rather more like some kind of phantom.

"Who are you? State your name!"

Odin's iron face surged with light, bursting forth with a molten golden hue. He raised his jet-black spiral spear, pointing it at the eerie figure, and his voice boomed like thunder: "I am the king of the sky and the wind, the embodiment of storms and thunder, war and death, wisdom and kingship, magic and poetry!"

Despite not knowing the other party's 'identity', He still maintained a high and mighty demeanor, seemingly arrogant and invincible!

However, His majesty lasted for less than half a second before being interrupted by a gust of cold wind.

That eerie, inexplicable wind seemed to come from the pitch-black outer space. It was something unknown from the depths of the distant starry sky, beyond the comprehension of humans or perhaps since the beginning of time. It was mixed with hoarse, blasphemous murmurs and nauseating, disordered noise!
An invisible breeze lifted a corner of the faded gray-white robe.

Odin only glanced briefly at what was hidden under the robes, and his breath caught in his throat. He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his hair stood on end!
Beneath those layers of tattered, gray-white robes was not the 'person' He had imagined, but a hazy, misty mass, seemingly composed of gray fog and slime, with a human-shaped form of light and shadow. However, upon closer inspection, it could be discovered that it was not actually light and shadow!
With the Dragon King's powerful dynamic vision, he could clearly see even the trajectory of a bullet, let alone a person less than a hundred meters away.
But it was precisely because of this that Odin, the king of the sky and the wind, felt fear from the bottom of his heart for the first time in his life!
Countless tiny worms, layered upon each other, clustered together to form the shape of a 'human,' and on the surface of each worm, intricate and mysterious patterns were engraved!
Just one glance was enough to send Odin into a frenzy, his mind reeling with a torrent of thoughts running wild.

The previously indistinct, blasphemous murmurs suddenly seemed amplified countless times, as if right next to my ear. The intense noise stimulated my cerebral cortex like surging ripples, unleashing a devastating tsunami and storm deep within my mind and spirit. "Ah—!!!"

Odin was struck as if by lightning; his spirit seemed to be torn apart, and his soul torn apart.

He didn't even know what was happening, because he was completely unable to think. His brain was in complete chaos, filled with harsh and violent noise, as if countless red-hot steel needles were being pierced into his brain and then violently stirred!

That's...that's terrifying!

What exactly is that thing?
It could never be the 'Dragon King,' at least not something so bizarre that He had never seen in His ten thousand years.

"No, I am the king of the sky and the wind, I am Odin!"

Odin forcibly used his willpower to stabilize his chaotic mind and barely managed to break free from the piercing noise.

But in the instant of recovery, the 'figure' draped in a gray-white robe vanished from its spot as if by ghostly means, and then suddenly appeared in front of Odin, with only a few centimeters between them, almost like being 'zero distance' face to face!
What the hell?!

The sudden close-up shot startled Odin so much that he froze, nearly losing his mind.

At that moment, the 'figure' draped in a tattered gray-white robe uttered inhuman, insane ravings, which were deeply imprinted on Odin's heart like runes.

"Hasta."

That was not a language Odin knew, nor did it belong to any known writing system on Earth.

The bizarre pronunciation, completely impossible for a human or dragon to produce, was filled with blasphemous, hoarse syllables, brimming with a maddening darkness and evil.

Click!

The cold iron surface shattered instantly, and Odin, as if struck by a severe blow, staggered back several steps.

The golden flames seemed to cool as if they had been cooled by water, leaving only a faint glow. This symbolized the collapse of both the Dragon King's spiritual domain and the Nibelungen space amidst the violent tremors.

“Ahhhh——!!!”

This time, it even surpassed the 'contamination' that Odin could not tolerate in the past.

Those hoarse and insane babblings, mixed with countless terrifying images, were crammed into Odin's mind, regardless of whether He could bear it.

"no, do not want"

Odin's pupils slowly dilated, as if in a daze, and he murmured, "Completely filled."

Looking at Odin, who was completely dumbfounded, with empty and lifeless eyes, like a puppet with its strings cut, Uchiha Muneki fell into deep thought.

Isn't this a little too much?
(End of this chapter)