In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

Asgard.

The enormous monster roared incessantly, smashing the already ruined celestial palace wildly, attempting to vent its pent-up hatred.

Mangog was born because of Odin, but he will not die because of Odin.

It was never a being whose life was bound to Odin; its survival depended on only one thing—a sufficient supply of hatred, not Odin's own life.

So even if Mangog kills Odin, it will not disappear unless it can no longer absorb even a trace of hatred.

"Roar! Odin!"

Mangog has no independent consciousness, only an instinctive hatred for Odin. Therefore, even though Odin is long dead, it is still trying to find Odin—that is not the reason for its existence, but the meaning of its existence.

If Odin were still alive, Mangog would have been able to find him even across the galaxy, but since Mangog has killed Odin with his own hands, how could he possibly still find him?

Mango, with nowhere to vent his hatred, could only go mad in place until... Pasha, Pasha—the faint sound of footsteps approached from afar.

"Odin!!!"

Are you blind?

Wayne casually swatted away Mango, who was lunging at him.

As Mangog flew backward, he crushed mountains and shattered lakes and seas, carving a hideous and glaring scar across Asgard.

After glancing at the devastated Asgard, Wayne casually repaired the palace and resurrected all the fallen Asgardian warriors, including but not limited to Heimdall, Baldr, Sif, and Odin, who had been imprisoned in Valhalla by Mangorgor.

"Where am I...? When did Valhalla become like this?"

Odin, who had just been resurrected, was still in a daze. After looking around, he found many Asgardian warriors who were also in a daze, except for a handsome young man who was digging for treasure.

Realizing what the other person was doing, Odin's face darkened. "...Child, the Asgardian vaults aren't here."

"Oh? I knew Asgard was as poor as a ghost."

He casually tossed the throne on the ground—Wayne had intended to take it back as a souvenir.

"Hey, Old Deng, could you show me the way? We can split the profits 30/70 later."

"..."

Odin was silent for a moment, then said, "My child, if you really were to take thirty percent of Asgard's treasure..."

"You still want 70%?"

Wayne frowned. "That's really greedy. No, 20% at most."

"???"

Why has it decreased?

Odin dared not continue the conversation, fearing that if he did, Asgard would no longer be his.

Strictly speaking, the current Asgard Palace doesn't really belong to him anymore, since it was repaired by Wayne.

Seeing Odin dare not say anything more, Wayne clicked his tongue in boredom.

Roar--!

A deafening roar grew louder as it approached.

"It's so noisy... and being ugly is one thing..."

Wayne's face darkened as he turned to look at the red and yellow dots approaching from afar. "Still not behaving."

Stand firmly on your feet, lean slightly to the side, clench your right fist—and smash out with a bang!

The sheer absolute power reduced everything in its path to nothingness; the ferocious beast was reduced to dust and vanished in less than half a second.

The power of this punch, with its undiminished force, crushed mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, and the vast sky... shattering most of the Asgardian dimension.

For the people of Asgard, witnessing this punch firsthand would be even more shocking than being resurrected without understanding the situation.

Even Odin couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both emotion and feelings), but then he seemed to think of something else, and his感慨 vanished without a trace, transforming into an intense emotion that even the Allfather of Gods could not conceal—as if he had grasped at a lifeline.

With the arrival of Fimbulwinter, the death of Baldr, and the arrival of Malekith, Surtur, and even his daughter Hela as enemies in Asgard, Ragnarok should be imminent.

It could even be said that it has already arrived, after all, Asgard had already been destroyed, and even the gods of Asgard were almost all dead.

Although some of the preconditions for Ragnarok have changed, such as the destined enemy not yet arriving at Asgard and the manner of his death also changing...

But Odin knew very well that none of the so-called prerequisites for Ragnarok, such as "the coming of Fimbulwinter" and "the death of Baldr," were necessary.

Ragnarok is a drama dominated by terrifying beings sitting outside the multiverse. As long as one cannot escape their control, Ragnarok will inevitably come no matter how it changes.

Because they are "gods above gods," feeding on the energy of Asgard's destruction and rebirth, Ragnarok is merely a way for them to harvest their food.

They will reap again and again, Ragnarok will descend again and again, and Asgard will be trapped in the cycle of reincarnation.

Odin sacrificed his eyes to the World Tree in order to glimpse the vague, shadowy outline of the tree that sits outside the multiverse.

Those who sit in the shadows are far beyond the comprehension of the Aesir; their origins, power, number, and even form of existence remain unknown.

All Odin knew was that "they are real" and "what they want to do".

Odin spent his entire life trying to find a way out of this predicament. He knew he was trapped in a cage, but no matter how hard he tried, he could never break free.

However, right before his eyes now—Ragnarok, which was supposed to descend again and was destined to be unavoidable, was forcibly interrupted!

Asgard had been destroyed, and the Aesir gods, except for a very few like Thor, were almost slaughtered. But the appearance of Superman directly reversed everything.

More importantly, the entire process of Superman resurrecting the Aesir and repairing Asgard went without any unexpected incidents!

Did "fate" not stop him? Or... was it unable to stop him?!

Regardless of the truth, the facts were laid bare before Odin, making him gasp for breath.

This is equivalent to someone sitting in the shadows just picking up their full bowl of rice and having it slapped and forcibly taken away, without them even uttering a sound... Why?

Odin was somewhat puzzled. Was there something about Superman that he hadn't noticed, but they had? Or was there some other reason?

He didn't know if their current lack of intervention meant they truly intended to let Asgard go, or if they were merely observing for the time being.

But no matter what, that feeling of helplessness that had lasted for countless years and was almost desperate finally began to dissipate at this moment.

The once-composure and steadiness of the Father of Gods was gone; he was like a drowning man grasping at a straw, his speech becoming somewhat incoherent.

"Um...child, would you like to go with Uncle Odin to see the treasure vaults of Asgard?"