Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 355 Odin's Embarrassment

This escape—no, this successful retreat—between the three pantheons was not due to wisdom or decisiveness, but to bloodline. This is what makes Odin feel most ashamed and distressed.

After leaving Kinlunga, Odin was lost, hated his own bloodline, and cursed his "good brother" Downs day and night. He tried more than once to build a force stronger than his brother and reclaim his Aesir.

"If my older brother could start from scratch, so can I!"

Odin has always insisted on this.

The harsh reality dealt Odin a cruel blow time and time again.

In the Celts, he once served as the king of the gods, but was quickly wiped out by his elder brother and the Aesir gods.

In the Maya, fearing the backlash of the curse from the god-king Kom, he dared not act rashly. This delay meant he hadn't even had time to seize the throne when Downs arrived with the Aesir gods. Not only did Loki manage to turn the Slavic slave gods against him, but Downs also decisively defeated the three Mayan god tribes on the battlefield, cleverly escaping the doomsday prophecy that could have cursed the entire world.

While the victors are certainly entitled to accumulate capital through a snowballing process, what lies behind this is more of an unseen power of control and the supreme wisdom to resolve conflicts between pantheons.

Odin has repeatedly put himself in the role of the eldest brother, feeling that if he were to become the king of the gods, he could not possibly do better than his elder brother.

First of all, he doesn't have the same combat power as his elder brother, so he can't defeat the Vanir god-king Njord, and might have to compromise with the Vanir gods.

If things go astray starting with the Vanir gods, the subsequent chain reaction will be terrifying.

Compromise, and more compromises.

In the end, apart from his own offspring, every faction in the clan would have to consult with him before going to war. How could he possibly deal with the gods from other worlds then?
After cleaning up, we should also distribute the meat to the mountain kings of the tribe.

This chaotic situation is enough to give me a headache.

Odin believed it wasn't that he lacked the wisdom, but rather that once he got caught up in such internal strife, his energy would be greatly diverted, making it difficult for him to handle domestic affairs and maintain military discipline.

There aren't that many "what ifs" in life.

Odin not only failed to acquire the Aesir, but after being repeatedly destroyed, the wealth he accumulated was ultimately less than that of the Danu, whom he had once controlled in the Celts.

No matter how much he clamors to counterattack Jinlunga and reclaim the Asgardian race, it's not even a dream; at best, it's a joke!
Odin even maliciously considered the possibility that if a larger race of gods defeated the Aesir, he could make a triumphant return and take over the remnants of the Aesir. But after thinking it over, he abandoned the idea. He knew he couldn't possibly do better than his elder brother; if even his brother couldn't defeat the Aesir, he was destined to achieve nothing by taking over their remnants.

There's no way around it, my older brother is just too prolific.

The powerful divine children occupied almost all the core divine positions.

Apart from Downs, no one can command these proud and powerful divine children.

Even if the Aesir were decimated by foreign forces, Odin would not dare to lay a hand on the Aesir before the sons of Downs were wiped out.

"Ugh--"

A long sigh highlighted Odin's helpless and awkward situation at that moment.

He was, for the time being, a god-king, but could only rely on Paulson's surname to pretend to be a member of the Aesir and evade the star field's mandatory duel rules.

Odin had a premonition that a world as small as Lilanca would not be able to become an independent force in the upcoming large-scale battle between the gods.

The worst part is that, whether he likes it or not, rival pantheons will likely view his Neo-Mayan pantheon as a vassal of the Aesir and attack it severely.

He could neither launch a counterattack against the Aesir nor escape being severely attacked by the opposing pantheon.

According to his calculations, the next opposing pantheon he would encounter would definitely be stronger than the Indian and Japanese pantheons. In the vast chaotic universe, it has always been a game of "the strong play the game, and the weak play the game."

This is very uncomfortable.

He was caught in the middle, suffering from both sides.

"Alas, if it weren't for the Aesir's intolerance of me... no, wait!" Odin's pupils suddenly contracted, and he gave a bitter smile.

The Asgardians would never tolerate him!

If escaping once can be described as 'luck', what about escaping again and again?
While the elder brother may have his reasons for using him, isn't this also a form of stinginess?

Although Odin always liked to assume the worst about his elder brother's mind, more than a hundred years later, he had to admit, even if he didn't want to, that his elder brother truly wouldn't kill him.

The return of the traitorous god will certainly not earn his trust.

Odin was certain that if he went back naked like that, his elder brother would most likely throw him into some remote corner, give him some subjects, and let him play by himself.

Thinking of this, Odin breathed a sigh of relief: "Having absorbed so many gods, shouldn't my elder brother be the God-Emperor by now? Since the worst that can happen to me is that I'll just have to go back to being a lazy God-King, I might as well take a gamble and come up with some gifts."

Just after Odin made up his mind, his new favorite—Lani, the goddess who had been resurrected from chaos—knocked on the door.

"what's up?"

“The God Apche requests an audience.”

"Let him in."

Apche had been with him for so long that he could be considered a trusted confidant.

After entering, Apche hesitated and evaded the question for almost ten minutes before finally getting to the point, cautiously asking, "Your Majesty, will we continue to oppose the Asgardians?"

It's a bit ridiculous that the mighty Mayan god of death was actually terrified by the Aesir gods.

It's not his fault; after his own initial annihilation, he must have been seething with anger. So much time has passed, he's probably just filled with lingering fear. And the recent annihilation and annexation of two massive pantheons by the Aesir has reignited their terror.

If Odin forces them, they will most likely muster the courage to challenge the Aesir. However, if their attack fails and they are soundly defeated, their previous painful experiences will accelerate their collapse, and they will surrender faster than anyone else.

Odin stared into Apche's eyes and gently asked, "How do you think we can defeat the Aesir?"

Apche asked timidly, "A world ten times larger, and then with two hundred true gods?"

"The Aesir already possess a world a hundred times larger than ours, with over three hundred true gods, and their God-King Downs's combat power and wisdom are a hundred times greater than mine. Our two races are also situated within the same chaotic cosmic current. Do you think we still have a chance to obtain the basic conditions for combat on par with the Aesir right under their noses?"

Apche was stunned for a while before he could figure out what Odin meant, and slowly shook his head.

Odin turned his back and, with the eyes he had received from Ra, the god of anger, gazed through the windows of the magnificent temple at the thriving land in the distance.

“I was young and ignorant, always thinking I was destined to be the king of the gods. Then, blinded by greed, I plunged into chaos and started a rebellion against my elder brother… and you saw the result.” Odin sighed, “In the end, my elder brother was soft-hearted and let me go time and time again. After more than a hundred years of turmoil, I’m tired too…”

Apche understood and was relieved.

(End of this chapter)