Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 386 Everything is in our brothers' plan
It's warm and cozy.

After a moment of confusion, Atalanta opened her eyes wide and saw a black-haired goddess bathed in a weakened version of the sun's radiance.

"you……"

“My name is Amaterasu. A spoil of war of His Majesty Paulson, I was once a god-king…”

A former God-King?!
Why did a former goddess come to wipe my body?
Atalanta's eyes widened instantly; she could hardly believe her ears.

She tried to sit up, but it felt like her bones were falling apart. A sharp pain made her wince and collapse back down, leaving her no choice but to let the gentle and beautiful black-haired goddess serve her.

"Why is it you who came, and not those Valkyries?"

"Hmph, I am now nothing more than a slave goddess. In terms of status, I am far inferior to you Valkyries. And probably not even as good as you, Miss Atalanta. If you feel this is inappropriate, then let's be equals. You can just call me Amaterasu."

Atalanta found herself at a loss for words, her mind filled with questions—why would a goddess-king be willing to debase herself to this extent?

After a long pause, she finally managed to ask, "...Amaterasu. What about your world?"

"Back then, my world was said to have eight million gods." At this point, a different kind of emotion finally appeared on Amaterasu's gentle face: "Unfortunately, it was ruined by a damned traitor, who planted a deadly poison in the souls of all living beings. His Majesty Paulson had no choice but to destroy all living beings in my world, dismantle the world, and purify all the elements."

"what?"

“Let’s not talk about this anymore.” Amaterasu continued her work: “His Majesty sent me to take care of you. Most likely, it’s to tell you not to overthink it, just wait obediently for Her Majesty Artemis, whom you serve, to come to the Silver Palace, and then persuade her to give up.”

"..."

“I know what you want to ask. I did hate His Majesty Downs Paulson. But I don’t have the ability to create the world. If I were to truly restore the Fusang world, it would require me to serve His Majesty for hundreds and thousands of years, until His Majesty finally acknowledged my loyalty and gave birth to a divine child…” As Amaterasu spoke, a blush of happiness spread across her face.

Looking at Amaterasu, Atalanta felt as if the sky had fallen.

Even a god-king of a realm couldn't hold on, so how long could she endure with only her one-sided loyalty to Her Majesty Artemis?
She prayed silently: My Lord Artemis—please hurry and defeat Downs with His Majesty Zeus!
At the same time, in the Greek world, in the hell of Tartarus.

Odin's prison had long since become deathly silent.

Clearly, Odin was not well-liked.

As the warden of Tartarus, the Hundred-Handed Giant's shadow, larger than a mountain, would occasionally sweep across the massive bronze cage imbued with divine power. Of the giant's fifty heads, perhaps only one or two would be looking at Odin at any given moment. The flames of rage burning in their eye sockets seemed capable of igniting the air at any moment, but they were only directed at the more important prisoners deep within Tartarus.

Nobody cares about Odin.

This dismissive attitude hurt Odin deeply.

His bronze prison is terrifying; it's a special prison designed for beings with divine attributes.

Conversely, what if Odin wasn't a god?

This absurd situation was never considered by the prison's designers.

But at this very moment, this absurd thing happened.

Odin's current divine body is not his own; it originally belonged to the angry god [Lao], who was dismembered after his death.

However, after thousands of years of fusion, Odin's composite soul, which incorporated a large number of chaotic souls, had long since merged perfectly with this divine body, seemingly inseparable.

It seems so!

Odin was never one to sit idly by and wait for his doom!

A strange aura of divine power began to surge out from the cracks in his enormous divine body, staining the entire cage a murky dark red.

The terrifying instruments binding his divine body continued to function faithfully—dozens of bronze chains of divine power pierced his body, and whenever Odin tried to struggle, new barbs would grow from the chains, tearing away the rotting flesh at the wounds and then filling them back in. The powerful, specifically installed runes also firmly locked onto the soul known as [Odin, the New Mayan God-King]. Unexpectedly, after leaving Odin's divine body, those strange auras condensed on their own in front of him into a mortal-sized, materialized spirit.

And so, a miniature Odin walked out of the cage through the gap in the thick bronze branch that had been prepared for the giant god.

Ironically, not a single being around noticed Odin's spirit form.

He encountered a bug!

In this prison area where god-like beings or super-serious criminals are imprisoned, there are no ordinary souls.

The extreme heat of Tartarus, and the lava that falls like meteors at any moment, is enough to evaporate the soul of any ordinary person.

At that very moment, the only jailer and warden in the area, the Hundred-Handed Giant, had his fifty heads fixedly staring at their respective targets.

Odin? Isn't that giant Odin still suffering in his cage?

Odin's spirit wandered around the prison like that.

He first saw a prison with a sign that read "Ixion" on the door. Inside, a poor soul, presumably a human, was tied to a wheel of fire, endlessly tumbling and crushing. The soul was repeatedly roasted and crushed, yet it kept regenerating under cruel divine magic.

For a moment, even Odin felt a little reluctant.

Until he heard...

"All I did was sleep with Hera, the Queen of the Gods! Is this the punishment I deserve?! Ugh—"

Ok!

Odin's fist hardened!

Continuing on, the ground was covered with obsidian fragments. If Odin were a living person, he would have had sharp stones piercing his feet by now. Fortunately, he wasn't.

Not far along, Odin found his first target.

"Oh, isn't this my most valued minister, Apche? What happened to him?"

Odin's slightly mocking voice startled Apche, the god of death, in the prison cell, causing him to widen his eyes in surprise: "Your Majesty, is it really you?"

"it's me!"

Apche's usually expressionless face suddenly lit up with a rare burst of passion: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty—"

He was truly moved.

They thought that even if they lost, they could at least be Zeus's lackeys, but who knew they weren't even qualified to be lackeys. Forget Zeus, he just sent Athena, and she sent them all to be imprisoned in Tartarus.

Perhaps it was because Odin was stubborn and refused to surrender that he lost the trust of his subordinates as well.

It seems that Zeus's strategy was to force the entire pantheon to surrender, rather than to absorb only the useful deities.

With no chance of surrendering, how could Apuch not be indignant?
Upon seeing Odin, Apche suddenly thought of a question: "Your Majesty, is all of this... also within your expectations?"

Apche really doesn't know how to be a god. How is Odin supposed to respond to that?
Are you suggesting that Odin should admit his divine power was insufficient and that he was overturned by Athena's chariots?

While Odin cursed Downs countless times in his heart, he could only continue to maintain the 'divine persona'. He said in a deep voice, "Everything is within our brothers' expectations. He is in charge of the main attack, and I am responsible for infiltrating behind enemy lines and uniting the opposing forces within the Greek pantheon."

(End of this chapter)