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"Aren't parents the templates for future growth? Or teachers?" Chiron subconsciously glanced at the mechanical body placed on the chair. The first thing he saw, and the one that gave birth to him, was his own mechanical body.

Blaze didn't notice Chiron's gaze and said seriously, "Speaking of teachers, you are a new life now, and as an old life, I can fully serve as a guide for you to experience the beauty of life."

Chiron understood what Blaze meant, he was trying to take advantage of him.

"Do you want to be my teacher?"

Blaze spread his hands and did not answer directly, while Chiron smiled helplessly and saluted Blaze very seriously.

"Then we will be each other's master and apprentice from today on."

"Ahem, then, as your teacher, the first thing I'm going to teach you is..." Blaze coughed, prolonging his voice in a mysterious way. Then, as he was about to expire, he said seriously, "Experience this colorful world."

"Cough cough cough——" Chicken coughed violently, even though she didn't have this ability.

She really wanted to point at Blaze's head and ask him what he was thinking!

But she soon realized that if Blaze really understood what the world was like, she wouldn't have to go to so much trouble to read the gossip.

Blaze really took Chiron to a flower field deep in the valley of Thessaly.

This is a flower field carefully cultivated by the Goblin Village using horse manure from the Hidden Village. The main plant is the nameless white flower from the Arcadia Wolf Head Grass Village.

Chiron gently touched the petals with his fingertips, smelled the fragrance of the flowers, and felt the breeze blowing on the surface of his skin. That was life.

He no longer uses data to feel the world. He uses his ears to listen to the world's breathing and uses his fingertips to touch the temperature of life.

"Life is so beautiful, and I didn't know that until now."

"We're just getting started." Blaze crossed his arms, raised his chin and said proudly, "Come on, I'll take you to the next colorful world."

The chicken next to it rolled its eyes, wondering how much more money could be spent in the next colorful world.

The next one is really a world of variety, especially for centaurs.

It was a night dedicated to single Centaurs, and a night of battle carnival to celebrate no longer being single.

"You're taking a huge leap!" The chicken couldn't help but pounce on Blaze's face and flap its wings.

One moment he was an innocent boy in the flower field, and the next moment he was an expert in organizing intense group exercise.

"It wasn't effective the last time I brought Chiron here." Blaze was still upset about not letting Chiron feel anything last time. "And I also want to make Chiron's first time a little more lively. Is there any better teacher in this world than me?"

From a Centaur perspective, this is indeed the case.

Although he did not have a flushed face and breathe heavily like other centaurs, and always maintained a humble smile, this time Chiron successfully integrated into the centaurs.

"Chiron, try this!" Nessus raised his fist, of course not to attack, but to take out a huge wooden barrel filled with the aroma of beer.

"Wine?" Chiron was a little confused, but after Blaze gave him a thumbs up, he took the barrel and drank it directly.

His generous gesture made the surrounding centaurs applaud and they enthusiastically brought a variety of food.

Since forming an alliance with the goblin village, the centaurs have been able to eat meat again, so Chiron's first meal was extremely rich.

In the past, his mechanical body could eat and analyze the food's taste, cooking methods, and raw materials. But when Chiron ate the food now and tasted the food through his taste buds, he realized that life is not as complicated as data.

Life is simple. The feeling of eating brought by simple chewing can bring happiness.

He was laughing, rubbing shoulders with the centaurs, greeting each other with fists, and sighing at the beauty of life.

Blaze stood not far away and watched quietly. Suddenly he noticed something and stood up and walked a few steps outside.

An uninvited guest arrived outside the hidden village.

"You have indeed appeared, Odin."

Chapter 335 Sucking the Blood and Wisdom of the Old King

Odin, Balkan City's largest fruit wholesaler and a top-tier salesman, excelled at purchasing cheap materials and props from strangers, then reselling them to the Chamber of Commerce, profiting from the difference.

However, he had a keen eye and could tell at a glance whether the items sold by strangers were worth the money. So he would keep the truly valuable items, waiting for the seller (especially the stranger) to repent and come back to buy them.

At that time, he would ask for a huge amount of money, and when the foreigners were angry and wanted to rob him, he would fall to the ground and wail, attracting the Knights.

Of course, making money is not his real purpose.

His real purpose was to wait for a kind-hearted person, no, a wealthy person with whom he had a connection.

He played the victim every day, carefully preparing riddles worth 120 gold coins, and could make a fortune by the time he was entrusted with a mission. He believed that among the strangers, there would be a wealthy, kind-hearted, and caring disabled old man with a daughter.

But after more than two years, not a single stranger was willing to give him 120 gold coins. His demands kept getting lowered, until he could just give him no 120 gold coins, or even the stranger who gave him the 120th gold coin!

But even so, he only got 20 gold coins.

And in those two years, inflation actually occurred because of the arrival of foreigners!

Through a sinister ritual known as "Krypton Gold," the Stranger brought officially recognized gold coins from another world. If the Stranger's gold coins weren't primarily used by the "Hermes's Traveling Hat," and only circulated in areas like weapon forging and city construction, prices might have skyrocketed to the point where a loaf of bread could cost 50 gold coins.

He waited anxiously, while a young man walked past him day after day, chatting with him every day as if out of habit, the ordinariness of it made him feel bored.

But one day the boy disappeared and no longer appeared in front of his fruit stall.

He, the lonely old man who once had everything but now has nothing, once again felt what he had lost.

It is not the golden ring that makes people greedy, it is not the power that makes people fear, and it is not the crown that makes people cold and cruel.

But it's part of life.

This is something far more important than a golden ring, power, or a crown.

When the young man returned like a king wearing a lion skin, he realized that the person of destiny he had been looking for with the defect of his right eye had actually been walking in front of him all along.

After walking for more than ten years, his eyes were too blurry to see it.

So he entrusted his fate to the boy, but the boy took a detour, so he had to cross mountains and rivers to find him again.

"Can you please be considerate of an old man like me? Do you know how long it took me to find this place?" Odin pointed to his shoes that were worn out to the point where his toes were exposed, then spread his palms towards Blaze.

"You have to reimburse me for the expenses of this trip!"

"Didn't you disappear in an instant when you were in the Goblin village? And you're still in a hurry? Who are you trying to fool?" Blaze took out a gold coin and placed it in Odin's palm, then waved his hand in a gloomy manner, making a gesture to drive him away.

"That was just a very cool exit. I was actually just hiding aside, waiting for you to leave." Odin looked meaningfully at the silent chicken behind Blaze. "I am already a dying ember. Your friends can confirm this."

Blaze turned around and saw the chicken squinting at Odin with unspeakable hostility in its eyes.

"He is the one-eyed god, Odin."

Blaze's pupils contracted and he subconsciously grasped the twisted sword in his hand.

"That was all in the past." Odin smiled casually, took off his hat, and showed his wrinkled face, which was full of the years, to Blaze.

If the second-generation one-eyed man's incomplete eye could make him look more majestic and perfect, Odin's incomplete eye only made him look lonely and destitute.

"You probably have a lot of questions to ask, right?"

"Did you take away the dwarves' wisdom?" Blaze went straight to the point.

"No, although they could create weapons powerful enough to kill me, I judged it more cost-effective to retain the dwarves' wisdom. The dwarves could create more powerful weapons, and the possibility of being killed is merely a negligible risk."

"So defeating you will liberate the wisdom of the dwarves, is that true?" Blaze still remembered that the chicken said he wanted to defeat the one-eyed man. At that time, chickens did not specifically distinguish between the first and second generations.

"Yes and no. First of all, you don't need to defeat me. Just let me eat the fruit of Svartalfheim. Then the wisdom of all the dwarves will be liberated, and I will bear the curse of the second generation of one-eyed people." Odin looked at the expressionless chicken and spread his hands helplessly.

"But it's clear that your friends want to take away the last bit of my popularity."

"Are you going to sacrifice yourself?" Blaze found a big tree to lean on, with his back to Odin.

He still couldn't accept the contrast of an ordinary old man suddenly becoming a god.

"The second-generation One-Eye will only shoot those who eat the fruit, and that gun cannot aim at the same person twice." Odin touched his chest with a complicated tone.

"My actions are not self-sacrificing. As you can see, I am just a greedy and dishonest person. I am just repaying the dwarf's favor."

Odin opened his ragged clothes, revealing his skinny body. There was a huge scar on his heart, and the scar was a faint golden color.

That is the end of a person who is untrustworthy and good at breaking his promises.

In order to achieve his eternal rule, he eliminated all enemies and potential dangers. He thought he had cut off all cause and effect, but he suffered an unprecedented counterattack.

At that time, the world turned upside down, the world tree fell apart, and when he fought desperately, he was betrayed.

It was a shot from behind that pierced his armor, crushed his heart, and split open his chest.

He was then stripped of his armor and crown and thrown into the waters of the Fountain of Wisdom in a state of extreme desolation. The wisdom he gained through suffering returned to the Fountain of Wisdom in the form of blood from the hole in his chest.

The great giant Mimir, who guarded the fountain of wisdom, was nailed to the mountain wall, and his eyes, which were gradually losing their light, watched him fall into the fountain.

It was mocking and satisfying.

His body gradually grew cold as he watched the betrayer dig out his eyes, then crawl on the ground and suck from the fountain of wisdom.

The fountain of wisdom dried up along with his blood, and he was turned over like a page in a history book, and his only burial object was a golden ring symbolizing greed.

This is a ring that splits every nine days and replicates itself into eight new ones. He is gradually buried by the greed of gold.

And his punishment, the consequences of his actions, had just begun.

The dwarves found his body.

Chapter 336 The Dwarf's Curse

[It's Odin. I didn't expect him to be here.]

[It's already a corpse]

[If I use Dropnir, it should be possible...]

This will be the last time we light the sacred fire.

[It's ironic to bet your future on someone who already has no future.]

The Second One-Eye hunted down all beings that posed a threat to him, with dwarves being his primary target. The surviving dwarves were powerless to resist the Second One-Eye, whose wish-granting spear would kill every target.

It is impossible to defeat God, at least not in this era when God can walk the earth with impunity.

So they place their hopes on the future, and the one on whom they place their hopes is, ironically, the culprit of everything.

The dwarves found the god's bones in the golden ring, and laughed at the fact that after the god was completely plundered, all that was left was worthless wealth.

The second generation One-Eye will look for the fire lit by the dwarves, so they have no chance of failure and must succeed in one go.

They melted all the gold rings and used the source [Dropnir Ring] as the core to create a golden heart - [Heart of Dropnir].

The moment the fire was lit, a crow, symbolizing death, flew over with its wings spread, followed by spears.

One, two, three, the dwarves were pierced one after another, and one after another beat the golden heart in the furnace.

Until finally a dwarf stuffed the golden heart into the god's chest and sewed up the wound.

This dwarf cursed God with the blood of all dwarves.

Every nine days, this heart will overflow with golden blood, and the magical golden blood will gradually repair your remains until you are resurrected.

But there is no free lunch in the world, let alone such a beautiful thing as resurrection.

The golden heart will continuously produce golden blood, and the hot gold that symbolizes your greed will burn every inch of your body.

Your body can only endure so much greed, but this heart will not stop producing golden blood. You must endure the increasingly heavy body and the feeling of expansion that tears your body apart.

There are only two endings.

Either cut your wrists, give up some of your greed, and release the excess golden blood. Or expand infinitely until self-destruction, turning into an ever-increasing block of gold.

We have given up on teaching you to suppress your desires, so we have chosen to punish you directly.

We also won't tell you the purpose of resurrecting you. You never kept your promises, and only did things to keep yourself alive.

So go find it yourself.

"It took me many years, until the oldest age came to an end and the gods could not touch the earth, until the new age was born, to find a way to lift the dwarves' punishment."

Odin spread his hands and laughed off the long torture and punishment.

"They wanted me, someone who would do anything to avoid death, to face death voluntarily. Their only mercy was probably to prevent me from being killed in the same way."

"It sounds to me like I gave you this golden heart just to make it difficult for you to die easily." Blaze sighed and took the initiative to sit next to Odin.

He didn't know how to judge Odin. Odin had undoubtedly been punished, but to be honest, sins couldn't be erased by punishment.

Punishment is simply the inevitable consequence of making a mistake.

"The dwarves, despite their hatred, only came up with such a ruthless trick, so they are indeed good people."