I sparked a mysterious resurgence in Marvel.

Chapter 446

They exchanged a glance.

The two dwarven elders abandoned Thor, who had raised his wine cup again, and then, with their short, thick legs as thick as buckets, rushed towards the dwarven king who was feasting.

"Knock knock knock".

A deep, resonant sound quickly filled the banquet hall.

Before Bronzebeard and Kree Greybeard could get close...

The dwarf king, who was eating with his head down, noticed the two men.

"You two have come at the right time. The food in Asgard is so good that this bharal has become too fat. Go and get me two barrels of wine to cleanse my palate."

After giving his instructions, Eichen realized that the two dwarf elders in front of him didn't seem to be listening to him at all.

Instead, they all stared intently at their own arms.

Even Kree Greybeard, who is usually relatively calm, was now so excited that he could hardly contain himself.

After taking several deep breaths, Kree Greybeard said in a trembling voice, "My king, your hand..."

Following Kree Greybeard's gaze to his own greasy right hand, the Dwarf King smiled and said, "The mage introduced by the Father of the Gods is very capable; he has already healed the injury to my right hand."

On the other side of the Dwarf King, Burn Bronzebeard was extremely excited upon hearing this.

"real?"

As he spoke, he dragged over a bench, stood on it, tiptoed, and carefully examined the dwarf king's right hand.

The dwarf king, a hint of helplessness flashing across his face, did not refuse the concern of the two dwarf elders.

Although the fact that his right hand had been contaminated by the aura of an evil god was a secret, it was not kept from the two dwarf elders who were his confidants.

After all, there were quite a few witnesses who had tried to retrieve the Eye of the Evil God from the broken sealed box so that the sealed box could be rebuilt.

In addition, in order to suppress the corruption of the evil god, he had been carrying the "Wild Bite Seal" on his right hand all the way, which he had specially taken from the clan's secret treasury.

The two dwarf elders who accompanied them throughout the journey, though they never said a word, were deeply worried.

Before arriving in Asgard.

Kree Greybeard even secretly approached Etri, instructing him to ask Odin for help from the Guardian of the Nine Realms as soon as he met him.

While the dwarf king Etrigue was lost in memories because of Burn Bronzebeard's actions.

After repeatedly examining the Dwarf King's right hand, Burn Bronzebeard excitedly exclaimed, "It's healed! It's really healed! That's wonderful..." once he confirmed that the Dwarf King's right hand was indeed unharmed.

Kree Greybeard, whose face was also beaming with joy, soon got a headache from Bourne Bronzebeard's loud voice.

After slapping Bronzebeard, who was standing on a stool, in a fit of anger, Kree Greybeard scolded:

"Shut up, you loudmouth! Get down here right now!"

Bourne didn't mind the slap Klina gave him on the back. He chuckled and jumped off the bench.

"hey-hey."

After scratching his thick, messy hair, Byrne seemed to remember something and said to the dwarf king, "By the way, Your Majesty, what did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly."

"Gulp."

After chewing and swallowing a crispy roasted ibex rib, bone and all, King Eitel of the Dwarfs repeated helplessly, "I'll have you two go and get me a few barrels of wine to cleanse my palate. This lamb is too fat, and I've eaten too much greasy food."

"Okay, no problem."

This time, Burn Bronzebeard finally understood what the dwarf king said, and without saying a word, he turned and ran to the side.

Instead of going to the side to get the ale that the waiters had already poured into his glass, he went straight to the liquor store next door.

"That idiot."

After glancing at Bronzebeard, Kree Greybeard shook his head, then asked the Dwarf King, "The Himalayan ibex are known for their plumpness, so a bit greasy is normal. But when did your appetite get so good, Your Majesty?"

In the short time that he and Byrne had spent running over, the Dwarf King had already devoured most of the roasted golden ibex, which was now golden and crispy.

It's worth noting that the ibex of Asgard are in no way smaller than the bison on Earth.

While the Dwarf King's appetite was much larger than that of ordinary dwarves in the past, it was never this exaggerated.

Upon hearing this, the Dwarf King picked up a plate of fragrant roasted chicken legs from the table next to him and quickly said, "After that mage healed the 'injury' on my hand, I also expended a lot of energy, so I need to replenish it properly."

After explaining one sentence.

King Etri, the dwarf, immediately grabbed the roasted chicken legs next to him and started popping them into his mouth one after another.

After being ground by the dwarf king's teeth, the roasted meat was quickly transported into his steel-like stomach and intestines, where it was rapidly broken down into warm streams that replenished his thirsty body.

It turned out to be the case.

Etri's words not only provided an explanation for Kree Greybeard, but even Thor, who had just walked over, showed an expression of sudden realization.

Thinking of this, Thor, standing nearby, called out loudly:

"In that case, Your Majesty Etri should certainly try more of our Asgardian cuisine."

Then Thor called over a waiter and told him to tell the kitchen to prepare more nutritious food to serve.

"Hey, thanks Thor."

Bourne Bronzebeard, who had just squeezed through the crowd carrying two meter-tall oak barrels, immediately gave Thor a hearty smile upon hearing his words.

Even the dwarf king Eitrich smiled at Thor and said, "Thanks."

"Hehe, it would be no fun to be too polite."

Thor, who accepted the thanks from Bourne Bronzebeard and the Dwarf King without hesitation, raised his own wine glass and said, "Come, let me toast His Majesty Etri. Bourne and Kree left halfway through their drink. I'll have a proper drink with His Majesty Etri from now on."

"Haha, okay."

Upon hearing this, the Dwarf King laughed loudly and then grabbed the meter-tall oak barrel from Burn Bronzebeard's arms.

A flash of fire appeared on his hand.

The top of that barrel was violently ripped off by the dwarf king and turned into an oversized wine glass.

"drink."

After making a loud bang towards the goblet held aloft by Thor, King Eitrich of the Dwarves raised the enormous, one-meter-tall goblet and gulped down the magically chilled ale.

Thor, startled by the Dwarf King's "generous" drinking style, hesitated for a moment as he looked at the wine glass in his hand.

and many more.

Was my decision to drink with the Dwarf King too hasty?

Although a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, Thor, seeing the dwarf king pour most of the barrel of wine into his own mouth, gritted his teeth and forced the arrow to be released, and poured the wine in his mouth down hard.

Damn it.

It's one thing that the volume difference is so many times, but if the Dwarf King is allowed to drink this cup of wine first, where will Thor's face be?

"Glug glug..."

Thor watched from the sidelines as Mo Ming started drinking with the Dwarf King.

Bourne Bronzebeard and Kree Greybeard, who were about to argue with Thor about those defamatory words, silently swallowed back the words that were on the tip of their tongues.

Then they looked at each other.

[Ha, trying to drink with the King? Has Thor gotten himself drunk?]

Putting aside everything else, let's assume we don't use any abilities.

No matter how much Thor can drink, just considering the size difference, the dwarf king Etrigue could outdrink several of him.

Thinking about this...

Just a moment ago, they had been falsely accused of desertion by Thor, but now they silently watched with a sense of amusement, seeing Thor make a fool of himself.

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I don't know how much time has passed.

When Erin, lying on the soft bed, woke up from her deep sleep...

The dazzling night sky is about to take its final bow over Asgard, and a hazy white light is rising from the east of Asgard.

"It's almost dawn, time really flies."

After yawning and waking up, Erin did not immediately get out of bed, but closed her eyes again.

next second.

Erin's mind, along with his spirit, leaped to that space shrouded in white mist.

After floating on the edge of that boundless river of fate, Erin gently stroked the white mist flowing from her fingertips.

Weiwei thought about it.

It's time to take stock of what we've gained.

to be frank.

Aside from exchanging the [Purification Light] for the Dwarf King, which could purify the corruption of the evil god, Erin hadn't used any of the functions of the [Scales of Fate] for a very, very long time.

Ok.

Speaking of which...

Since becoming a Faceless Man, I haven't actually participated in a lottery or received my share of fate's bounty from the [Scales of Destiny].

The next sequence after [Master of the Puppet] is [Trickster], which is sequence four.

Sequence Four is known as the sequence of demigods in the Mysterious System, and it is also the dividing line between humans and mortals.

Those who enter this sequence will not only have their lifespan greatly extended, but their bodies, having already transformed into mythical forms, will also bid farewell to mortal life.

To tell the truth.

Erin wasn't sure if the [Scales of Fate] would be so generous as to "gift" him the potion to advance to [Trickster] this time.

Ok.

Don't overthink it, just give it a try and you'll know soon enough.

With that, Erin opened his Destiny panel.

Name: Ai Lin

[Fate Compass: Normal Lottery; Advanced Lottery.]

[Manifestation of Destiny: It can manifest anything that has existed in the river of destiny.]

[Talent: Unpredictable Fate, Gemini]

[Skill: Dejected Gaze...]

[Sequence Level: Sequence 5 - Master of the Puppet]

[Mental State: Meditation]

[Comment: A pathetic wretch who has fallen into the abyss, a madman who thinks he's normal. Gemini, Gemini, are you really normal when even your soul is split in two?]

(Note: While Gemini can bring you good luck to some extent, the prolonged soul-shaking process can also plunge you into the abyss.)

(Warning: Sequence Four is the dividing line between humanity and divinity. It is best to perfect your soul when advancing to Sequence Four, otherwise you will step completely onto the edge of madness.)

(What I want is a capable successor, not a chaotic madman.)

[Fate Points: 67954]

Erin's gaze had originally swept across the upper half of the panel, heading straight for the Fate Points section.

After glancing over the seemingly much longer review section, my gaze suddenly paused slightly.

Then he quickly returned and scanned the long string of text again.

A pathetic wretch who has fallen into the abyss, a madman who thinks he is normal.

Erin muttered something under her breath.

His expression changed slightly.

Then, after Erin read through the promotion and warning word by word, his expression completely changed.

By using the [Gemini] talent to split his body in two, thus separating most of the chaotic and insane side of his soul, is he really still normal?

I don't think so.

Moreover, is this kind of division really beneficial to the mysterious sequence itself?

Although the split soul allows the dual body to accelerate the digestion of the potion through double the acting, it also amplifies the madness accumulated within the individual.

This even led to differences in their perceptions and beliefs about their two bodies.

This conflict of ideas is not usually apparent, but it becomes exceptionally clear when two separate souls merge into one.

In fact.

The last time his clone returned to Earth, it merged with him.

Erin had already sensed this change.

At that time, if it weren't for the suppression of his meditative state, the cognitive conflicts and the sudden merging of information might have directly overwhelmed his consciousness.

However, at the time, I was so blinded by the huge increase in strength brought about by the fusion of the twins that I subconsciously ignored this point.

But now that I think about it, is this really normal?

The mysterious sequence is always accompanied by madness and loss of control, so why did I ignore this greatest madness?

Keep in mind that when the clones were only separated from Erin by one or two, such significant differences in their perceptions and beliefs had already begun to emerge. If time were to accumulate further, to what extent would these differences amplify?

Moreover, the clone that already carries the chaotic and crazy side of itself is more likely to fall into depravity and lose control than the complete self.

If, during their split, one's own clone encounters unknown dangers and falls into depravity and goes out of control.

So what should I do?

Should we keep this clone?

If necessary, how should I resolve that crisis? If I can't resolve it, the moment we merge again, it will probably drive Erin completely insane.

If I don't want it, then my soul will be incomplete.

The higher the sequence of the Mysterious System, the more it resolves the Primal and the Mad.

And if even one's soul is incomplete, can one truly maintain one's identity amidst this madness in the end?

Putting aside other things.

Isn't that huge warning sign below actually a subtle reminder to yourself?

Moreover, can you really just throw away your soul like that?

(End of this chapter)