Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 472 Two-thirds
Towns' lips curled into a playful smile: "Oh, didn't I hear you were quite tough?"

The female hearth goddess, her face flushed with embarrassment, turned her head away in 'anger,' but with the help of her good niece, she assumed a fighting stance!
Towns wanted to laugh. Since she begged for mercy, he decided to go for a smaller size.

Watching Hestia's dignified, elegant, and holy face twitch violently, from initial tension to complete breakdown, it all happened in less than half an hour. Her cascading black hair initially swung beautifully, but later could only tremble passively.

Towns had originally intended to let Hestia go, but then her wicked niece came up to her and gently kissed away her tears, so Towns couldn't help but take care of Artemis as well.

Admittedly, the sense of conquest—bringing down a goddess whom no one dared to defile to the mortal realm—is fantastic.

Perhaps this is one of the few pleasures that Towns, the so-called God-Emperor, has had.

Even though Towns had held back a bit, the sheer force of his massive, one-and-a-half-person-tall frame still easily overwhelmed the aunt and nephew.

The sense of satisfaction Towns felt, in particular, was indescribable when he saw Hestia reluctantly beginning to learn how to serve him under her niece's tutelage.

"Pack your things, we're going out for a dance performance later," Downs said to Artemis.

Hestia was struck dumb, and ultimately did not argue or resist, tacitly accepting what was about to happen to her.

With the Valkyrie attending him, Towns dressed himself and arrived at the Palace of Pleasure with a beaming smile.

"Praise be to our supreme God-Emperor—" Even though Downs didn't have Brunhilde announce his arrival, a sharp-eyed deity spotted him immediately and raised a golden and jeweled goblet high.

"Praise be to our Emperor!" Thousands of deities in the entire hall raised their cups in unison.

Towns casually took the large wine glass offered by the maid Helen, raised it high, and declared: "In the name of victory, let us drink together—"

"In the name of victory—" the gods shouted in unison, their voices piercing through the palace dome and soaring into the sky.

After finishing that drink, Downs surprised the gods by picking up a second glass and raising it high.

"There's something you may already know. Odin, the great traitor of the Aesir, has been resurrected!"

As soon as Towns finished speaking, the entire arena fell into dead silence, a stark contrast to the previous liveliness, as if they had suddenly fallen from heaven to hell.

In fact, everyone had heard the news long ago, but since the earliest Aesir gods didn't bring it up, none of the later mortal gods dared to expose this potentially taboo wound of the Aesir gods.

People are quite surprised that Towns is being mentioned now.

Downs continued, “There’s nothing to be ashamed of about this. My second brother, Odin, was tempted by the power of chaos and fell into evil ways. He almost murdered my third brother, Willie, and then gathered a group of chaos monsters in an attempt to devour the World Tree and overthrow the rule of the Aesir. And then… I’m sure you’ve all seen the result in the Rainbow Bridge Hall.”

Today, the Rainbow Bridge Hall has long been transformed into a display hall showcasing the heads of giant monsters and large trophies.

"Hehehe..." Thor and other veteran Aesir gods took the lead in chuckling to ease the atmosphere.

The new gods' expressions improved considerably, and they began to smile apologetically.

Towns: "Odin was killed by me, but his core soul is still sealed inside the Worldsword [Asgard]."

As he spoke, the radiant divine sword slowly hovered before Downs' chest, emanating the divine power within, allowing the gods to savor it.

Downs launched into his long declaration: "If betrayal comes without a price, then anyone can betray. But Odin did indeed pay the price with his life and most of his soul. In the end, a small fragment of his soul, possessing his memories, escaped. After I discovered it, I used and dismembered his fragment as a pathfinder to obtain information about the next world and achieve victory after victory. This is the whole truth behind this so-called ultimate secret of the Aesir royal family."

“I did indeed use Odin, taste his wretchedness, look down on his painful struggles, and force him to lose the minor pantheons he created several times, but this is Odin’s atonement for the entire Aesir!”

"Given the sins he has committed, no amount of torture is too much. No matter how much he atones, he will never be worthy to rejoin the Aesir."

"Not long ago, he successfully incited Cronus, the former king of the Olympians who was imprisoned by Zeus, to rebel against Zeus and destroy all the temples on Mount Olympus. This was indeed his achievement. I will not deny that!"

"The nature and handling of Odin's remnant soul will be announced after the Olympian pantheon is completely defeated!"

This is how Odin's merits were used to make amends for his past mistakes. The extent of Odin's achievements determined his post-war status in relation to the Aesir.

Ultimately, Odin was nothing more than a remnant soul. He could gather other forces and proclaim himself a god-king, but in terms of combat power, he could not actually reach the level of a true god-king, and overall he was not a great threat.

Now, Towns's resounding and open declaration of the matter has instantly dispelled many malicious speculations, much of which seemed like shadows meeting the sun.

The gods all expressed their opinions.

"I support Your Majesty's decision!"

"Traitors should not be let off lightly, and those who perform meritorious service should be rewarded!"

"Haha, I'd like to see what other tricks Odin can come up with."

Towns smiled, and in a sense, he was also defusing a potential minefield for his future reign.

In the less formal setting of the Palace of Pleasure, announcing Odin's affairs was itself a way of signaling and probing the subjects. Since everyone agreed, the matter was settled. If there was strong opposition, then the only option would be to secretly appease the core deities and then bring them to the Golden Palace for further discussion.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly.

Ultimately, it comes down to Downs's immense authority: his unfathomable combat prowess and his past invincible record effectively made the Aesir a one-man show.

As long as it's not excessive, it's just a formality.

In this chaotic universe where power reigns supreme and slavery is widespread, as long as the God Emperor remains the most powerful deity, not only the God Emperor, but even the God Kings would not dare to unite and overthrow him.

Downs' actions were merely aimed at strengthening cohesion within the Protoss race.

Having finished discussing the important matters, it's time to move on to the other 'important matter' of the evening.

Downs snapped his fingers, and the musicians, represented by the Olympian nymphs, immediately understood and began to play music with a distinctly Greek flavor.

Amidst the strange cries and cheers of the Asgardians, the main gate of the palace swung open, and Hestia, the goddess of the hearth and former virgins, entered the Palace of Pleasure with a blush of embarrassment and a slightly unsteady gait, barely keeping to the beat, dancing along the red carpet with relatively smooth steps.

The atmosphere inside the palace reached its peak, with cheers echoing throughout Asgard.

(End of this chapter)