From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 403 The air outside the world smells even sweeter!

"Spread our world message? Shock them?" Upon hearing this, Lova was stunned.

Wait a minute, he remembered that when he first came to this world, Heimdall looked down on their world!

After Lova understood the true nature of this world, he thought the same way. After all, considering the resources and population of this world, as well as the resources and population controlled by the Aesir as he knew them, it was quite normal that they had no interest in the Dylan Continent.

Why would people from big cities be interested in country bumpkins?

Thinking of this, Lova looked Heimdall up and down and finally saw a clue: "You didn't come in your real body, but in an avatar... Could it be that you lost a bet?"

Lova was somewhat confident about this.

The Asgardians are truly skilled warriors. He knows of several wars that have already taken place, and they all set off with great fanfare.

But besides war, they also enjoyed another thing: drinking, or rather, feasting.

The one who liked this the most was Thor, the chief god. Heimdall also liked it and even talked about it with Lova.

As a new god in this pantheon, Lova had naturally heard about these things and guessed what the gods would do after drinking the wine.

Yes, through the stories of Norse mythology and our understanding of the Vikings, it is not difficult to see that the ancestors of these Vikings were not much different from their pirate descendants in essence. They also enjoyed lively scenes, plenty of alcohol, and passionate wars!
For the Vikings, after drinking, making bets was an essential activity!

Making bets after drinking is one of their favorite things to do. Heimdall once lost his horn, necklace, and even his "Gultop".

Now, upon hearing such a strange request, this is the first thing Lova thinks of!
The Asgardians never consider combat strength or divine rank outside of battles. To some extent or under certain conditions, they even consider alcohol tolerance to be more important than combat strength.

Therefore, they developed a carefree attitude and didn't care about status. For example, Heimdall and Lova, despite the difference in power between a powerful god and a weak god, still chatted like friends.

Hearing Lova's guess, Heimdall didn't try to hide anything and sighed, "Yes, I lost the bet and I need to do something for a certain god!"

"What god? My name isn't worthy of your utterance?" A handsome yet sinister god, who was clearly of the frost element but burned with flames, appeared before them. "A bet is a bet, Heimdall!"

Heimdall grew anxious. "I'm trying to find a solution for you, aren't I? In the entire Protoss race, is there anyone more suitable than Lova?"

Lova quickly replied, "Greetings, Lord Loki, God of Fire!"

The newcomer was none other than Loki, the god of fire and evil. He was not the kind of person to be trifled with, and he had not given Loki a friendly look during their previous encounter.

"Lova, right? You're quite a good candidate!" Loki looked at Lova and nodded slightly. "So, are you going?"

Lova asked curiously, "I'm getting promoted, can I go back too?"

He wasn't too worried about his safety, because he had already left his mark on the World Tree and was registered in Valhalla. According to the gods, even if he died, he would one day be completely resurrected in the World Tree. This was the true source of the Aesir's confidence.

Lova had heard of this on the continent of Dylan as well. Those powerful gods, even if they died in the war of gods, would be resurrected through their descendants or directly through the river of time. This was the way of the gods!

“Just send a clone. After all, you are the anchor point between this world and your world. If my real body goes and causes the anchor point to disappear, Heimdall will kill me, won’t he?” Loki said casually, making Lova realize that he seemed quite important. Heimdall said gently, “I won’t kill you. I will tell Odin that you took his barrel!”

Loki shuddered. "It's pointless to involve the God-King. This is our bet, aren't you going to honor it?"

"Obey what you think? Going to the continent of Dylan to spread our pantheon? Only someone like you, Loki, could come up with such an absurd idea!" Heimdall complained. "I need to prepare a gift, otherwise, we'll easily be mistaken for invaders and chased away!"

"I've prepared a gift for you!" The evil god smiled and raised his hand, and a huge meteorite flashed by in this space.

Of course, the meteorite wasn't actually in front of me, but rather in some imaginary, empty area.

"I wonder if the iron meteorites I found in the Milky Way are enough?"

Upon seeing the meteorite, Lova was stunned. "So many? Hiss..."

If this were on the continent of Dylan, with so many material elements, he would dare to directly buy a small world from those legendary mages to play with!
He felt that the mass of that meteorite was no less than that of some countries on the Dylan Continent, and might even be comparable to some abyssal worlds or hellish levels. The elemental concentration of that substance was enough to make some powerful gods feel greedy!
And this was merely a greeting gift from the Aesir gods!

However, since it was a conversation between two powerful deities, he dared not say much and could only ask curiously, "Then how should I get there? And once I get there, what should I say?"

After all, his true form was still advancing, and he couldn't possibly interrupt his advancement for the sake of a bet. He knew this, and the two powerful gods certainly knew it too.

Then he would have to split up and go, which often leads to many problems!
Upon hearing this, the two powerful deities laughed.

“You don’t need to say anything. Just explain the situation here to them truthfully! Your pantheons are too irregular, and they won’t understand much of what’s going on!” Heimdall said.

“Go and spread the story of the Aesir, and your mission will be complete. As for the rest, that's our business!” Loki said. “Let them see how you've fared after leaving their own world!”

Upon hearing this, Lova understood.

Yes, how could those people possibly know what I've been through and experienced here?
They had no idea what kind of future they would have in this world! Nor did they know what kind of legitimate pantheon they had entered!

Compared to the Aesir gods, the people of the Dylan continent are just a bunch of country bumpkins; they have no idea what city dwellers do every day!
And he himself was no longer a small, precarious demigod on the continent of Dylan, but a weak god belonging to the Aesir (who had not yet completed his ascension), and also a special envoy of the gods!
We're only sending a clone now, so there's no need to worry about safety. Isn't this like returning home in glory?

Even gods have desires, and with desires come the expectation of returning home in glory, and incidentally, showing off their current "happy life" to their former colleagues.

Lova nodded happily and, guided by Loki, arrived at the special spacetime rift.

However, before leaving, Lova couldn't help but ask his doubts, "Your Majesty, is this really just a bet?"

"It could be a bet, or it could be something much more important!" Loki said with a grin, making no attempt to hide his intentions. "But ultimately, it's just that I'm somewhat interested in this world! This kind of world isn't good enough for the Aesir to devise a special plan for it!"

Upon hearing this, Lova surprisingly agreed wholeheartedly!

“You’re right, the continent of Dylan is no match for the Asgardians!” This was Lova’s true thought; he genuinely believed that this pantheon was infinitely better than the world he lived in!
Where did he get his power and status? Where did he get his special abilities? How could he possibly have achieved his current position?
In this world, it's just a matter of a word. He gained hundreds of thousands of followers, a future of his own, and even a powerful backer!

He obtained everything he couldn't get on the continent of Dylan here, so how could he not feel a sense of belonging to this world and his own pantheon?
He simply believes that this world is good and his own world is bad, and he is absolutely certain of this!
In other words, in his eyes, even the air in this world seemed sweeter!
(End of this chapter)