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'Lyrics'? 'Musical instruments'? These novel concepts plunged the gods into a state of reverie.

To be able to produce such beautiful, song-like sounds using so-called musical instruments?! They couldn't even imagine such a scene. And what kind of sound could make birds stop and listen?! This wasn't just ordinary singing; it was a product of something akin to their own powers.

Even the gods, the creators of the beasts of the world, never imagined that their creations could possess intelligence. After all, when they created the beasts, they intended to endow them with powerful and savage physical abilities and wildness, but never thought of giving them intelligence.

After all, if all animals, as created beings, possessed the same intelligence as their creator, wouldn't that pose a threat to them? Therefore, in any universe, apart from the most unique humankind, the gods have never bestowed the gift of intelligence upon other races.

But that thing called a musical instrument can give intelligence to mindless beasts, allowing them to enjoy the beauty of music like gods.

Chapter Sixty-Three: On par with our Scandinavian standards? That's unacceptable!

How can this be? !

It was as if they were listening to a fairy tale. Even the god of music, Brachi, found it absurd. As the god of music, he had never heard of the existence of musical instruments, yet he vaguely felt that such things could actually be created. If it were someday in the future, he should be able to invent something similar, but now, the gods who had never seen such things still dared not imagine it.

If what the god of man said was true… Thinking of this, the other gods were fine, but Odin, the king of gods sitting at the head of the throne, felt incredibly ashamed and embarrassed. His dark and gloomy old face was expressionless, but the bitterness he felt was self-evident.

—That was a bad feeling that made even Odin uneasy!

This couldn't be allowed to be proven. If it were confirmed that his self-proclaimed music was a uniquely Nordic beauty, where would he put his face? At this moment, Odin's toes were so embarrassed that they could dig out a three-bedroom apartment—no, they could dig out Asgard.

Odin took a deep breath! Although the god of men had brought out something that seemed to be called a 'musical instrument'; although it's highly likely that other mythological worlds really do have arts like music, and that they may have developed much earlier than theirs...

But—it doesn't matter, Odin comforted himself. If the human god couldn't play it, then the concept of a 'musical instrument' wouldn't exist. It couldn't possibly be that this god was multi-talented and skilled in music, could it?

Odin had decided that if they survived this ordeal, he would then ban the possibility of musical instruments being invented throughout all of Norse mythology. However—

"So—this is the instrument called a harp, Lord Gwyn?" Freya asked, her eyes fixed on the harp in Night's hands.

"No... yes and no. It's a pity that although that ancient Eastern universe has a hundred kinds of musical instruments, each of which contains a long history of music, and any sound of any of them will surely give you the ultimate enjoyment, I do not have the ancient artifacts that represent music from there. But as the source of many ancient arts, these instruments have evolved into many similar existences in other universes."

Night: "The instrument I'm holding now is also called a qin, but it's completely different... It's a product brought out from a mythical world similar to this one. If you don't mind, I'll play a tune with it. Although it feels slightly different, it has a rather exotic feel."

...? !

Hmm, I see. No genuine product? Great! Wait, you're going to use this thing to perform? Odin's faint smile vanished almost instantly, barely lasting half a second.

Can it really be played?

Unlike Odin, who was feeling extremely ecstatic, the other gods weren't thinking about such things; they were simply concerned with their own amusement and gratification.

Having already piqued their curiosity, the gods couldn't help but show a hint of disappointment upon hearing this. Although they still found it somewhat unbelievable and were unwilling to believe in the magical existence of all kinds of musical instruments—if they believed in them, wouldn't that mean they had to admit that the music of other universes had developed to a level far beyond their Norse world?

While the Norse mythology is indeed relatively new, it doesn't mean the gods are willing to admit their backwardness. No one wants to be treated like a country bumpkin by the gods of other mythologies.

But—what if such a mythical world, the birthplace of many ancient arts, truly exists?

If you can't hear the sound of such an excellent instrument, but instead have to listen to the sound of a 'qin' that sounds more like a fake, doesn't that instantly lower the quality of the instrument?

As an incomparably noble god, he could only listen to counterfeits.

Even though Ye explained that although they were both zithers, they were completely different instruments, not counterfeits but simply instruments with a unique exotic flavor, the gods still couldn't help but harbor prejudice, thinking that this thing was probably a pirated or counterfeit.

Especially after hearing that the Night Song was a product of a universe similar to their own pantheon, even if they didn't internally acknowledge their backwardness, the Norse gods subconsciously thought—'Huh? An instrument on par with ours?'

What kind of thing dares to be compared to us?

If music had truly been discovered and passed down in other universes for a very, very long time, then considering that their universe hasn't even discovered the existence of musical instruments yet, things on their level—though they might not admit it, the gods, who are acutely aware of their own limitations—think, 'Isn't that just a product of a barbaric, uncivilized mythological civilization? What rubbish!'

However, the similarity Ye mentioned only referred to the similarity in style between European pantheons, without mentioning anything else, but the gods just couldn't resist making up their own interpretations.

—At this moment, Night slowly closed her eyes and placed her hands on the harp with an extremely elegant posture. It was at that moment, upon seeing that posture—'elegant! So very elegant!'—that the gods finally stopped thinking about it and consciously kept quiet in their hearts, for fear of disturbing her in the slightest.

At this moment, they experienced firsthand what it meant to 'not dare to speak loudly, lest they disturb the celestial beings.' For some reason, they felt that if they were to interfere with each other at such a time, they would be guilty of a capital crime, a heinous crime! Meanwhile, Ye was also pondering what level of power he should bestow upon the gods. As someone blessed by the god of music yet cursed by his musical talent, with the aid of the divine harp, his music could even surpass the nine Muses and briefly rival Apollo's level.

At his level, in the realm of the gods, music can be played on any instrument, in any style, producing beautiful sounds that please everyone. He can produce whatever he wants to play, manipulating the emotions of the gods with his music, making them cry or laugh at will…

In this situation, Ye doesn't even need to consider the limitations of various musical styles in the era or whether they can become popular. Since that's the case, he can just play whatever he likes.

While elegant melodies like "High Mountains and Flowing Water" are certainly possible, playing them on the harp still feels a bit odd. Since it's a banquet, let's play a cheerful song that suits the characteristics of these Nordic wine lovers.

With a gentle pluck of the strings, the music of "Let the Wind Tell You" began to play. The next moment, it seemed as if a thousand winds were blowing within the divine realm.

It was an incredibly warm and comforting melody, capable of healing the sorrow in people's hearts. And it was with the activation of the power of music that, in the next moment—a miraculous scene unfolded.

The entire realm of Asgard seemed to have fallen into a galaxy, and in a rapid transformation, it became another space-time. There, the grass was lush and green—there, the flowers were in full bloom—! There, amidst the swirling winds, the wind spirits sang joyful songs with the people.

Chapter Sixty-Four Odin: This is an ominous and calamistic demonic sound!

There was only the sound of a zither, not singing... but the gods seemed to hear a group of people singing joyfully and happily in a daze.

It is a song that seems to purify all karmic obstacles and resentment, bringing peace to the soul and soothing wounds and stress.

It seemed as if countless wind sprites were singing in the wind—'When a sudden downpour begins in your sky, it's because I'm blowing away the dark clouds for you.'

When your hair is slightly disheveled and a breeze blows, it means I'm thinking of you from afar.

Let your worries go away, let your stress go away—at this moment, music truly possesses the magic to change people's hearts.

When the final music played—

If you are captivated by the passing years and reluctant to move forward, then I will silently record this poem.

'If you tire of gravity and want to fly, I'll let all the winds in the world blow towards you.'

Amidst the most romantic singing, the stars and moon shifted and changed in the sky.

Immersed in the fairytale-like musical world woven by the true 'god of music,' it feels as if a tiny place truly exists in the Nordic world, harboring all the gentleness of the world. A sense of longing and beautiful emotion is almost overflowing!

Halfway through the performance, the god of poetry and music, Brachi, was so shocked and speechless that he was able to appreciate the power and impact of the music, and was moved to tears by the song.

两相叠加下产生的效应，绝对不是1+1等于2那般的感受，而是1+1大于2的质变。

Is this... the charm of musical instruments?!

Even if he could perfectly play those songs, he could never imitate that perfect melody with just his voice. It was as if a thousand winds, as if all things in the natural world were in harmony, playing a song with you, singing together!

So that's how it is, he understood... The purpose of musical instruments is to express the melody of one's heart.

The goddess Freya gazed intently at the stunningly handsome man playing in the center. Ah, ah... It was maddening, almost making her wet, as if she were forgetting everything and transforming into a blind, irrational flame of emotion, like a moth drawn to a flame, willing to self-immolate. Her longing and infatuation were about to reach their peak.

Freya rubbed her legs together tightly, her hands covering her burning cheeks, gazing at the most dazzling figure in the center of the world as if in a trance.

When he played music, the radiance of his soul seemed even more dazzling than his appearance, so dazzling that nothing else could be seen. And just like that, quite suddenly, Freya realized what the most crucial thing she, as the goddess of love, lacked was…

Love! How can a goddess who has never even experienced love be worthy of being called the god who controls love? At this moment, Freya had already understood her own heart. The only person she wanted to fall in love with was the one whose figure she was looking at.

Prince—! This is her very own prince—the little princess of the Vanir gods!

The beautiful singing continued for a long time. Even though the night had stopped playing sometime earlier, and the world constructed by the ocean of music had long since disappeared, the gods remained immersed in their spiritual world, unwilling to emerge...

Compared to the gods' praise after Blach's performance, the scene before them spoke volumes in silence, perfectly illustrating the meaning of a dimensional reduction attack!

Inside the temple, a thousand winds were actually circulating, countless tiny breezes playfully swirling on the ground, and many wind spirits were actually born in the song of this beautiful vision!

Born amidst songs of blessing, they now timidly yet affectionately approached the night. Like newborn, bewildered infants, they were filled with curiosity about the world and a longing for beauty, yet also with a timidity born of unfamiliarity. But upon seeing the night's gentle smile, they felt its warmth and realized that the night meant them no harm…

These little sprites, born from the music of the night, naturally felt an affinity for the night as well. So they immediately tried to fly over, and after discovering that the night did not drive them away or make any harmful moves, the wind sprites held hands and circled around the night, dancing and singing joyfully.

When it suddenly rains heavily from the sky, it's because I'm blowing away the dark clouds for you.

When the gods regained their senses and returned to reality, they were greeted by such a harmonious and beautiful scene, and were immediately captivated by the exquisite beauty, speechless.

What does "seat killing" even mean? Faced with this situation, even Odin couldn't utter the statement that musical instruments simply don't exist. Facts speak louder than words.

Suddenly, Brachi, the god of poetry and music, burst into tears. The sight of a grown man crying startled the elves, who scattered in fear and hid. Many of the little elves flew behind Night or crawled under the table.

Blatche's performance left Night speechless...

A real man bleeds but doesn't cry. Even if he's a handsome man with a captivating charm that appeals to both men and women, Ye isn't the kind of effeminate man who likes to cry and whine like a girl. Hearing this burly, bearded man, Brachi, crying like this, Ye frowned deeply.

When a deity asked Brachi what was wrong, he replied that he was crying because the music was so beautiful. He suddenly felt a fear of never hearing such music again. Brachi even considered going to the outer universe to study musical arts; the way of instruments was simply too vast and profound, and compared to the sound he had just heard… his singing was utterly unworthy of the title of the god of music!

Brach suddenly felt an endless longing for the Eastern universe that Ye had described. If even this instrument could produce heavenly sounds, then what about the universe that was the origin of all musical instruments?

On the high platform, Odin's face had darkened completely. His proud son, whom he was so proud of, had now become a laughingstock and behaved so poorly, making Odin extremely embarrassed. Fortunately, Odin was unaware of Brach's thoughts, otherwise he would have felt even more ashamed.

While others were captivated by the beautiful music, Odin, though equally awestruck by the stunning scenery, was more troubled by the discovery that Night had just used her power. From the very first pluck of the strings, Odin had felt an unparalleled, captivating force.

The power of art, even capable of influencing the emotions of gods?! Even a god-king like him was momentarily swayed by it. What a terrifying, ominous, and calamistic melody this was, one that even terrified (gods)...?!

Chapter Sixty-Five: Kolshu is not dead, but Ganlut has been born; the gods do not match reality.

The power of music—it's terrifying!

When such a misconception arises... Odin actually overestimated the power of the musical abilities possessed by the Night.

While the power of music is indeed formidable—if one reaches a state of harmony where all things are in perfect accord, even the creation of the world is but a matter of a single note in motion or stillness—the power of music, though partially derived from Apollo, clearly does not yet reach that level.

However, the power and status of music, poetry, and other arts in the Norse world were simply too high. This is the decisive foundation of the mythological epics and history, and human history rooted in this mythological universe, namely—the Norse people believed that the power of music was supreme, and that even the king of the gods could not control it.

Once such uncontrollable power is truly mastered, the corrective power gained in the Norse world is like gaining a legendary boost, making the Heroic Spirit far stronger than in life—it's a qualitative leap!

Even literary figures who were physically weak and unable to lift a finger during their lifetime can, through posthumous rehabilitation, transform into weapons capable of taking on an entire enemy force.

As a musical power that could never have existed in Norse mythology, the power it displayed once it was mastered by others far exceeded imagination. And this musical power couldn't be from outsiders; it could only have originated within the world itself—meaning that the music gods of other pantheons couldn't obtain this kind of compensation. Yet Ye was simultaneously the ruler of the Norse world, and now, in the conceptual universe, he was undoubtedly a 'primordial human' of the pure and true Norse universe.

The blessing that the original Norse humans carried from birth—you say it's the power of the Greek world? The Norse Universe: I say it's from the Norse.

This is exploiting a bug... After all, this is Norse mythology, where pirate culture is also prevalent. Even if the world itself were to lack consciousness, it probably wouldn't perceive this as such a despicable act of plunder. Something that benefits the world's ruler to become stronger—you say it's yours, and it's yours? Now I say it's mine!

In music, the Norse pantheon has been utterly defeated and sunk. Now, it's no longer a question of whether or not they can recruit Night, but rather the face of the God-King, the face of the Norse pantheon. Desperate to regain face, Odin quickly changed the subject, bringing up another of Brach's abilities.

Odin led the applause, first praising the power of Night's music, but then quickly added: "My son, Brach, has another treasure besides music—poetry. There is no music in this world that can surpass your harp playing, Gwyn… But there is a power in this world that is even more powerful than music—words. Such a novel and soul-stirring cry will surely satisfy you and bring you a truly fulfilling experience."

When Odin mentioned poetry, finally regaining some composure and confidence, he subconsciously looked at the face of the god of men. Upon seeing Night's expression, he suddenly felt a pang of unease.

? !

A bad premonition arose within him. The expression on the night's face was exactly the same as when he had just listened to Brach's music. And Brach, the god of beauty and poetry, who had also noticed this expression, shivered, but did not immediately flaunt his voice as before.

He couldn't help but ask, "Honorable guest, great and true god of music, god of mankind, could it be that poetry, like music, already exists in the outside world?"

When Brach asked this question, the gods were taken aback and then were all astonished by the idea.

'It can't really be—...'

No, that can't be right. It's already embarrassing enough that the Norse pantheon is going to have another one.

Well, the ones who are most upset aren't them, but rather Odin and his son, who were directly involved. Why did Odin have to make such a big fuss about discovering poetry and music, proclaiming his status as the discoverer?

Odin, the king of the gods, was at this point speechless with frustration. If it weren't for consolidating his position as the king of the gods, he wouldn't have been in such a hurry to bring up the art discovered from endless wisdom to increase his prestige, and even to entrust this special divine office to his son, all to completely seize this glory.

Actually, the beauty and poetic spirit of the Nordic countries weren't originally that bad. They didn't even manage to create musical instruments.

Ultimately, it's all because of the night—it caused humanity to be born too late, causing many myths to be missed and not to unfold according to their original course.

For example, Brach's mother, Gamluth, one of Odin's many lovers, was a giantess.