Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 115 'His Majesty the God King Odin!'

"Ahhh——" Odin woke up again, and an even colder wind blew across Jotunheim.

The giants living in Jotunheim were shocked to see that in this rare summer that only lasted one month, frost suddenly fell. The entire world of Jotunheim actually returned to winter ahead of schedule.

The insects that had happily crawled out of the ground to enjoy the warm sunshine felt the icy breath gushing out from the replica of the golden palace, and were so scared that they burrowed back into the ground.

If they were any slower, they would be engulfed by the rising and falling cold waves of divine power and turned into lifeless ice sculptures.

In this Jotunheim version of the Golden Palace, the windows were first blown open by the icy wind, and then the glass in every window burst, and the crackling sound of broken glass falling to the ground was heard everywhere.

Odin's abnormal behavior naturally alarmed the gods around him and the giants under his command.

Odin is extremely powerful and often has the final say.

He looked extremely unhappy. Who would dare to offend him?
In addition, Odin, the king of Jotunheim, did not have a queen like his elder brother. The two goddesses closest to him were Njord's daughter and Egil's daughter, both of whom were descended gods. Who dared to ask him for anything?

For the entire month, a terrifying low pressure atmosphere permeated the entire Jotunheim Palace.

Odin was also not interested in performing his duties, so much so that when a group of frost giants emerged from the glacier, they neither attacked Asgard nor caused trouble for Odin, but instead went to the depths of Jotunheim.

As luck would have it, Heimdall's divine eyes did not see this scene either...

On the other hand, Downs visits Balder, the God of Light, once a month.

In Balder's Palace of Light, Downs occasionally saw the sad Frigga.

Frigga gave birth to Baldur for him, but Downs refused to become a god and it was obvious that he valued his eldest son Thor, the god of thunder, the most. This was what Frigga could never accept.

Most of the time, Frigga was just lukewarm towards him.

Whenever Tangs was in the mood, she would never refuse or object, and would cooperate with him as needed.

But the damn Towns just wouldn't listen, which made Frigga's wish for him to make Balder the next God-King fail to come true, and it almost became a grudge for her.

Towns always pretended not to see Frigga's sad look.

What a joke!
Judging from the lifespan of gods, Balder is short-lived in the epic, and his death is the symbolic event that marks the beginning of Ragnarok.

No matter how much Downs thought his son was tall, handsome, approachable, and able to unite most of the Aesir and Giants, he would not place his bets on Balder.

Even if he didn't bet on his beloved Thor, the god of hammer, he would have bet on Vidal, the god of the forest who survived Ragnarok in the epic!
In the past, Frigga thought that Downs deliberately disliked pure-blooded Aesir gods like them and favored the giants.

After a long time, it is not clear that Downs likes the female giants that much. The core of the Aesir, the four generations of gods, were all born to female giants, which is true, but after those female giants gave birth, most of them ran back to Jotunheim to live, and did not stay in Asgard. There is no problem of being spoiled.

Downs usually takes Freya and Gulveig with him. The wonderful thing is that they lack a strong maternal support and have not given birth to a son of God for Downs, so there is no possibility of snatching the position of Queen of God.

Frigga felt that she understood what Towns was doing - Towns was in his prime and had never thought of giving up the power of the God King, so she simply did not establish a Queen of Gods and casually announced that Thor was the prince, and that was it.

Frigga had no idea what to do.

But at least, it seems that Towns likes Bader very much.

"Bader, you haven't been dreaming lately, have you?"

"Well, Father God, I have hardly had any dreams since I was born." "That's good, that's good." Towns chatted about some family matters, stayed for half an hour, rewarded some small gifts, and then went back.

Monitoring Bader, the "time teller", once a month has become Towns' biggest task in recent years.

until……

"What? You said Odin found Verdan?"

As the second goddess of fate, Verdan controls the present. Her power is slightly stronger than in the epic. If she predicts the death of a mortal or demigod, the person will really die in a very short time.

Then why did Odin look for Verdan?
Next to the holy spring of the World Tree, the fairy-like Verdan also looked at Odin with confusion.

"Goddess Verdan, before I consult you, can you promise not to reveal my fate to any other being in the world?"

"The destiny of every god and every creature is unique." Verdan did not comment.

Odin was so distressed that he felt like he was about to explode. He felt a little depressed, but helpless.

He thought that there were not many people in this world who were smarter than him.

His eldest brother counts as one, and the rest are at most the wise giant Mimir who lost one of his eyes, and the two goddesses of fate. Well, theoretically Loki counts as half.

Looking at these guys, Odin was unwilling to believe any of them, but he had to seek answers.

He still told about the nightmare in which he was swallowed.

He merely opened a window of his soul to Vildan, and Vildan on the opposite side heard the scream coming from the chaotic light and shadow.

Odin's fate was like an endless dark world. With just a quick glimpse, Verdan found that he could hardly escape from this chaotic fate.

It took her a lot of effort to forcibly pull the fragments of her soul out of that crazy vortex of fate.

"Ah?!" Weildane rarely lost her composure. Her whole body shook violently. She staggered and collapsed on the huge stone bench she was originally sitting on, almost falling off.

Odin's expression changed drastically: "What will happen to me?!"

Verdan's face turned pale, and he instinctively took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead: "I am not in charge of the fate of the [future]. I am only responsible for the [present]. I can only say that 'now' you are safe."

It’s useless now!
What I want to know is the future!
Odin was anxious and desperately held the hand of the goddess Verdant. However, as soon as he touched the goddess' fingertips, he felt a powerful force of fate coming back at him, which shocked him out of his wits.

"Asshole! Destiny cannot be violated! Don't look around! What you see does not represent the real 'now'."

Odin didn't listen to a word of Vildan's words, because he actually got a glimpse of the fate of the 'present' part.

He, Odin, wearing a golden helmet and armor, holding a magic spear, sits on the highest throne in the Silver Palace, accepting the worship of the gods.

Whether they were gods or giants, they all knelt on one knee, put their right hands on their chests, and called him in awe—

"Your Majesty, God King Odin!"

(End of this chapter)