Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 364 Diligently Practice 'Internal Strength'

Odin was both embarrassed and conflicted: Had his good brother forgiven him? Should he give up being the king of a realm and go back to be humiliated? Would the other Aesir gods forgive him?

Odin's mind was in turmoil; he was incredibly annoyed.

When Apuche pressed him for answers, Odin waved his hand and said, "I did indeed foresee something. Let's adjourn the meeting."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Originally, this meeting was about rectification and the formulation of future territorial development plans for various regions. To be honest, this kind of thing was beyond the scope of these gods who knew almost nothing outside of their divine duties, and everyone just attended the meeting with a heavy heart.

Odin let them go, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

Apart from core gods like Apche, the other gods didn't take Odin's unusual behavior seriously.

That night, Odin, unusually, slept and dreamed.

Deities, especially elemental deities, basically do not need to sleep.

Sleep is generally used to reduce the depletion of divine power or to repair certain damage, which is why there is the saying "Odin's Sleep".

In his dream, Odin vaguely saw Downs ascend to the throne as the King of Gods.

All of this made him feel envious, jealous, and resentful.

The most unsettling moment for him occurred on the viewing platform when he saw his beloved eldest son—the god of poetry, Bragi.

"Braggi, you're not dead..."

Odin wanted to tell himself that it was just a dream.

Unfortunately, he was a god, an extremely powerful god-king.

The world of Sri Lanka that he controls now is a hundred times better than the godforsaken Jotunheim that he was once crowned.
Neither the elemental power the world provided to him nor the power of faith provided by millions of mortals who believed in him could compare.

With his exceptional intuition, he was absolutely certain that not only was Bragi not dead, but the kid was also living a very comfortable life.

He saw Bragi's wife, the goddess Eden, and also Bragi's son...

Everything he saw told him that his good older brother had never completely wiped out his lineage.

This is yet another link between Odin and the Aesir gods.

It's something I'm worried about.

When Odin awoke from his sleep, he was surprised to find tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

Having inherited the divine body of the god of wrath, he was no longer one-eyed, but he still felt that sacrificing his eyes to gain so-called wisdom was foolish.

If he hadn't become so clever, would he have avoided falling out with his older brother, ultimately leading to a rebellion and making things spiral out of control?

"Ugh!"

Odin sat up and sighed deeply.

As expected, time can heal all wounds. More than a hundred years have passed, and the jealousy and hatred I felt for my elder brother back then have long since faded from my memory.

All that remains is a sense of helplessness towards the current situation and a faint regret.

Naturally, Odin would never show the slightest weakness to his subjects.

The next day, he summoned the gods.

"The integration of mortals must continue. Don't be fooled by our tens of millions of mortals; that's all we have. Let alone facing the Jinlunga world, even against some second-rate worlds, this amount of faith power isn't enough. Since the world's elements are temporarily locked, we must drastically increase the population and solidify the faith of the mortals." The God-King spoke, and his subjects ran themselves ragged.

Odin has always been a ruthless ruler with a flexible moral bottom line; his will is understood by the gods below.

A lack of faith makes one a great traitor.

Death, Apche, is happy to send those with wavering faith to the underworld of Sri Lanka.

On the other hand, the new goddess of love, Agatha Christie, departed from the style of the previous Mayan goddess Ischel—what love? It was unnecessary. All that mattered was the primal urge to procreate. She used her divine power to tempt mortals into creating children, and then the goddess of children, Celeste, sacrificed herself to protect the infants.

As a result of this whole process, the number of newborns in the entire Sri Lankan world reached an astonishing three million in the following years.

With this broken world's mere 100,000 square kilometers of land, it's going to run into problems very quickly if it has to support such a large population.

Odin didn't care.

Mortals were merely tools for him to gather divine power.

He even enjoys initiating a war-torn mode, inciting mortals to split into more than a dozen countries and begin a brutal elimination tournament.

During this process, Odin and Apuch collaborated to select a large number of powerful heroic spirits as preparations for battle.

However, in this world, there is no Ragnarok; there is only the inevitable, destined war.

Odin didn't know when the next great war between worlds would arrive; he simply wanted to taste the flavors of the other world before the world of Kinlunga did.

Odin had a beautiful plan: if the world he encountered next was weak, it would be best to conquer and annex it. If not, he could try to seize it first, just like he did with the Indian world. If he encountered a tough opponent, that was fine too. He, Odin, was there to fight the vanguard for His Majesty Downs. If you messed with him, you would be making an enemy of the powerful Kinlunga.

After making his plans, Odin felt he was in a state where he could win no matter what.

The only difference is how much you win!
On the other side, Towns was completely unaware that Odin, that sly fox, had already arranged so much drama for him.

After ascending to the throne as the God Emperor, he devoted himself to practicing his "internal strength" and vowed to carry out the Aesir version of "Confucius said by the river, 'Time flows on like this, never ceasing'" to the end—as long as he was strong enough, he would do nothing but quietly watch the corpses of his enemies float down the river.

Practicing one's inner strength diligently is not just an empty phrase.

With the authority granted to the God-Emperor, Downs was able to further improve the spatial structure of the Kinlunga world.

The second version of the World Barrier consists of rock layers and air barriers.

Towns created a third version: he introduced a large amount of seawater beneath the rock layers. This made the outer layer of Kinlunga resemble a spherical continent floating on the sea.

Only by breaking through the rock layers, the seawater layer, and the air barrier with extremely strong divine power can the enemy enter the interior of the world of Jinlunga.

This is not over yet.

The interior also has a structure similar to a barbican.

The enemy will first enter the lower worlds, engaging in battle in the original worlds of South America and India. Only by breaking through these newly added continents of Kinlunga will they be qualified to cross the second spatial barrier and reach the middle layer. Here, they will have to traverse the continents of Sumer, Celt, and Egypt.

Downs altered the spatial laws of the world, forcing his enemies to either obtain something like the "Proof of the Overlord," granting them the right to enter as permitted by the laws, or to overturn the laws of the entire Jinlunga world, destroying the entire Jinlunga in one fell swoop.

Under this tightly bound spatial structure, unless the other world is more than three times the size of Jin Lunjia, anyone who comes here will have a headache.

Only by breaking through three layers of spatial protection can one reach the upper world where Asgard originally was, and engage in a decisive battle with the core forces of the Aesir.

Towns made such a huge spatial change in one go, and when he looked back, he realized that another thirty years had passed.

(End of this chapter)