Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 387 Big Brother, I've figured it out!

Apche instinctively found Odin's words absurd after hearing them.

Unfortunately, all the remaining ancient Mayan gods were imprisoned in the Tartarus dungeon. Could things get any worse than having their souls obliterated and being completely destroyed?
Sri Lanka is gone!
All divine servants annihilated!

The ordinary believers were robbed clean!
Everything returned to the dire situation they were in when they fled the Mayan world.

If it weren't for the experience of being wiped out, Apuch might have suffered a mental breakdown.

That time was even worse, but we still made it through, didn't we?
Rather than saying Apche doubted Odin's words, it would be more accurate to say that he and a few unfortunate fellows had no other expectations.

The situation became so delicate.

The leader has to put on a show, and the underlings are willing to cooperate with the leader's performance.

“Your Majesty, you and your elder brother are truly great. A grand plan spanning the entire chaotic universe always requires the sacrifice of someone. Since you, as the God-King, are willing to risk your life for this, we lesser gods will naturally follow you to the death! Your Majesty, please give me any orders you may give—”

"There's nothing for you to do. Just keep the hope alive and don't give anything away." Odin had more or less guessed Apuch's thoughts. Since his subordinates were so sensible, he, as the lead actor, was even less likely to expose the charade.

"Understood, Your Majesty, I will wait patiently. I'll just wait for Your Majesty to display your divine power." Apche had quite a bit of confidence in Odin in this regard.

Didn't you see that they were all nailed to their cages and couldn't move?
Only Odin has the ability to do this.

Isn't this clear evidence that the Odin brothers were prepared all along?

Apche started hypnotizing himself.

Odin didn't mince words; he comforted Apche with a few words and then went to visit his unfortunate subordinates in the other cages.

Then they returned the way they came.

Along the way, he saw Ixion, that poor fellow, again.

Odin became quite gossipy after this guy kept emphasizing that he had been to the heavens.

Unfortunately, when the temple of Rylanka fell, that bastard Zeus abducted Odin's goddess.

Even if Odin didn't necessarily like that goddess that much, she was still nominally his harem!
This can be considered a revenge for stealing one's wife.

Odin briefly probed Ixion's soul with his divine sense.

Only then did they discover that Ixion was actually the king of Thessaly.

He proposed to a beautiful girl named Dai.

Dai fell in love with him at first sight, but her father, Dionysus, was extremely reluctant to leave his child.

Finally, only when Ixion swore that Dee's father would receive the royal treasury did the father agree to marry Dee to the king.

Ixion raped someone's daughter but refused to give her the promised dowry, and instead burned Dionysus alive.

Zeus was furious about this.

Terrified, Ixion ran to Paradise and pleaded with the Father of the Gods to forgive his dishonesty.

His request was granted, and he happily lingered for a while in the magnificent temple of the gods. His lustful eyes were fixed on Hera, and her radiant beauty captivated him. He forgot about Dey at home. He plotted to elope with Hera.

Seeing this, Zeus tentatively sent a cloud in the shape of Hera to Ixion. The ungodly king indeed ascended the cloud and caused 'her' to give birth to a centaur. Enraged, Zeus cast Ixion into the underworld and bound him to a constantly spinning wheel of fire, which tormented and tore at his body forever.

After reading Ixion's memories, Odin remained silent for a long time.

He couldn't help but recall a lesson Downs had taught him when he was a child—every betrayal is like hammering nails into a plank of wood; even if the consequences of the betrayal are eliminated, it's like pulling out the nails—the holes in the plank will still remain. Odin, of course, was free to laugh at Ixion.

But wasn't he just another Ixion?
He plunged into chaos, assassinated his brother, betrayed his elder brother... Odin did things a thousand times worse than Ixion.

But his older brother Towns never tormented his soul.

Did you escape from the Golden Palace dungeon back then?

Laugh to death!

Given Downs' meticulousness, he could easily send Heimdall to keep a close eye on Odin, leaving him with no chance of escape.

After that, whenever Odin caused trouble, Towns mostly turned a blind eye and let him go.

However, when it came to opposing pantheons, did Downs never fail to annihilate any of his opponents?
If he really wanted to be ruthless, Odin wouldn't have been able to escape the Celtic, Mayan, and Indian conflicts.

The reason Towns spared him time and time again was based on one thing—Towns ultimately treated him like a younger brother and didn't kill him.

He shamelessly deceived himself, believing it was due to his intelligence and wisdom, and thought he could escape the pursuit of the Asgardians and continue to be his tyrannical god-king.

Until the Greek pantheon ruthlessly crushed and shattered his dream!

Yup!

They're not even one of our own gods, so why should they indulge you, Odin?
Exterminate their tribe, steal their women—it's that simple and brutal.

How could a brother possibly be so protective of family ties as to not kill his own brother?

Of course, you can do whatever you want, however brutal and disgusting.

The universe is vast, in a physical sense.

This universe is very small; it's small in terms of sphere of influence.

When there was still a small world, Odin could still fool himself and play the game of the god-king behind closed doors.

Even if he gets through this, what about the future?
Once the Greek pantheon was destroyed and the Aesir appointed a new god, there would always be new gods from the Aesir who would come to hunt him down, this universally acknowledged traitor of the Aesir, in order to seize power.

By then, even if Towns wanted to let him go, he wouldn't be able to do so again and again.

We must do something for the Aesir!

Odin suddenly gave a wry smile: "What intelligence? Even if I drank from the Fountain of Wisdom, I'm still far inferior to you, brother! Brother Towns, I understand!"

In an extremely rare occurrence, Odin's spirit shed genuine tears of the soul.

Odin wiped away his tears, and, hiding in a corner of the bronze wall that the Hundred-Handed Giants couldn't see, began to drift silently into the depths of Tartarus.

"That monster with a hundred arms and fifty heads wasn't specifically designed to deal with me. So, deep within this hell, there must be something that even Zeus, the king of the gods, greatly fears. Obtaining that thing, or releasing it to wreak havoc on the Greek world, is the best thing I can do—well, a pledge of allegiance."

Submit your certificate!
An ancient vocabulary word that Towns taught him personally.

This became Odin's only motivation to survive.

The most ironic thing is that Towns, the perfect older brother in Odin's eyes, had no idea what his foolish younger brother was planning to do.

(End of this chapter)