Zongman: All Heavens and Worlds Begin with the Devil's Curse

Odin managed a bitter smile, as if he wanted to say something, but after a long pause, he couldn't utter a word, and finally let out a heavy sigh.

It's hard to imagine that the Father of Gods, who possesses great divine power, would one day be so listless.

The authority he once displayed as a superior in Asgard was gone forever.

But there was nothing that could be done about it; Zhou Lan was far more powerful and ancient than him.

In front of Zhou Lan, his power and status were not enough to support him in displaying his authority.

He seems more like a junior.

At least the lifespan issue has been resolved; at least we don't have to worry about dying in vain one day, right?

"After all, there was still some benefit," Odin comforted himself.

To be honest, he's lost quite a few games lately.

Well, it's not accurate to say that Asgard "lost a lot." In short, looking back, we can only say that Asgard doesn't have much left.

It can't be described as completely fragmented, but it was certainly more severe than when the two victorious powers divided East and West Germany.

Therefore, Odin constantly reminded himself not to fall into complete depravity.

His resources were dwindling, and he couldn't continue.

For a moment, he vaguely felt that if Zhou Lan hadn't come, it would have been fine even if his problems with divine power and lifespan hadn't been solved.

But what's done is done, and there's nothing he can do about it.

We can't just renege on our promises.

Who knows how outrageous Zhou Lan's methods are?

Odin once wondered if there was something wrong with the space itself, or if this place might amplify the desires of those who were in it.

He is not that kind of person, much less that kind of god.

Odin seemed to sense that Zhou Lan was going to continue seducing him, and frantically reminded himself in his mind.

"No matter what conditions they propose next, we must refuse them!"

He admitted that his eyesight was no match for Zhou Lan's.

But at least we must preserve the last piece of land in Asgard.

Otherwise, when Thor returns and finds his home gone, where will he put his face as the Allfather?

We can't just take Jotunheim away, can we?

what--

Upon closer reflection, it doesn't seem like a bad idea.

Although the original plan was to leave Jotunheim to the Frost Giants, the two sides agreed to a ceasefire and live in peace.

But the past is the past, and the present is the present...

"No! Odin! You're making excuses for yourself again!"

In an instant, a warning bell rang in Odin's heart.

He shook his head, feeling a wave of fear wash over him, and almost convinced himself again.

"I'm not playing anymore..." Odin had just opened his mouth, preparing to cut Zhou Lan off before he could finish speaking.

But Zhou Lan just smiled, as if she had already anticipated what he was going to say.

He looked calmly at Odin and said regretfully, "Eyesight needs to be trained, especially for the strong. It is a valuable experience that cannot be bought with anything."

"You're trying to fool me again," Odin said sternly, his willpower now as solid as a rock.

He had never thought his eyesight was bad before.

Why did his eyesight seem to deteriorate as soon as Zhou Lan appeared?

I haven't won even once!

This was a lesson learned in blood and tears, and Odin kept it firmly in mind. Even now, he still reminds himself not to fall into Zhou Lan's trap.

Zhou Lan knew that Odin was wary of him, but he remained calm and composed, saying, "There are some truths that you understand without me having to explain them, but saying them aloud always makes them clearer."

“In my hometown, a legendary figure once said that a person can lose a hundred times, a thousand times, but must win the last time.”

"He lost more often than he won against his nemesis, but he won the last one, and that's how he became king."

“I don’t have that opportunity,” Odin said numbly, knowing the truth.

“Perhaps it wasn’t there before, but it is now,” Zhou Lan said persuasively.

"Hmm?" Odin looked at Zhou Lan with a puzzled expression.

"Look, now we have one chance, and it's the last one," Zhou Lan said slowly, smiling.

"If you win this time, I'll give you back everything I lost before..."

"At the same time, I will also give you all the chips I previously showed you."

"This is the only and last time. I'm in a good mood now. Whether you want to play or not is up to you."

“You should know that I don’t care about these things in your world, and you should be able to see that everything I have makes me not interested in the meager wealth you possess.”

“But I’m always willing to give those I think are capable a chance. Otherwise, I could just walk away. How much do you have left? One-tenth. Do you think I would risk losing all my previous spoils for this last one-tenth?”

"To be honest, I'm actually a kind-hearted guy."

Zhou Lan slowly began to explain, as if she were truly a great philanthropist.

"Give me a chance..." Odin murmured.

His slightly dazed gaze transcended the spatial barrier, landing on the magnificent golden Asgard beneath his feet.

That was a view Zhou Lan had specially created for him, showcasing the prosperity of Asgard through the eyes of his former master.

"I think you should understand this principle."

"All or nothing."

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"This time..."

"What are we betting on!"

Odin's voice suddenly grew louder, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

He thought Zhou Lan was right.

Clutching the last tenth in her hand, nothing would change even if her son returned.

Nine-tenths of his output has already been used up, does he really need this last bit more?

Rather, this was indeed an opportunity, the last chance Zhou Lan was giving him.

He believed that Zhou Lan did not covet his Asgard, because the domain that this guy possessed was incredibly vast, and there was no need for him to covet his small territory.

Unless all the territories Zhou Lan showed him were won through gambling, which is impossible.

Even if Asgard is gone, there's still Jotunheim. And if all else fails, where in the Nine Realms can't we go?

Going all in is a form of wisdom.

Odin had completely forgotten the repeated warnings he had just given himself.

Zhou Lan looked at Odin and smiled almost imperceptibly.

He certainly didn't use any underhanded tactics.

As the demon of the moon, he never does anything he can't accept losing.

Even the promise he just made is absolutely valid; if Odin wins this time, he will return all the chips he has shown and all the chips he just won.

He just wanted to have some fun, that's all.

Even Zhou Lan has to admit that this world is really simple.

He didn't need to expand territory with China and the Soviet Union at all; he could make money just by lying down.

He did not deceive Odin, and he truly looked down on this small piece of land.

But his disdain for it doesn't mean that China and the Soviet Union didn't need it.

It's two different things.

Although he was somewhat angry with Zhong Su before, in the end, he was still his own brother.

How could Zhou Lan really be so ruthless as to not show any mercy and not prepare any gifts?

Suppressing these thoughts, Zhou Lan looked at the battlefield in the human realm and said slowly, "It's still a test of eyesight. This time, between your adopted son, my brother, and Thor, who will win?"

"When you say 'win,' what exactly do you mean?" Odin asked cautiously.

This has always been the case; they plan for two possible outcomes and then place their bets.

Sometimes it was him who went first, and sometimes it was Zhou Lan.

“Of course it was a complete defeat, a loss in the battle.” Zhou Lan smiled. “I’ll let you go first.”

“I’ll bet your brother!” Odin said without hesitation.

His gaze turned toward the human world.

At that time, Loki was thoroughly angered by China and the Soviet Union, and he unleashed his power.

Just as Odin turned his gaze, he was waving his scepter and sending Zhong Su flying, crashing into a nearby building.

For a time, even the figures of Chinese and Soviet people were hard to spot.

At this point, China and the Soviet Union were still just ordinary people.

"Wait!" Odin suddenly raised his hand.

"What? I was just about to place a bet." Zhou Lan looked at Odin's suspicious face.

He said with a hint of impatience, "You only have one chance to bet. I'll let you win this time, otherwise the battle would be almost over!"

“I know, I know…” Odin carefully examined Zhou Lan’s face.

When he decisively announced his bets on China and Thor, Zhou Lan showed no surprise whatsoever. He was even about to open his mouth, seemingly to place a bet on Loki.

This isn't right.

Unless Zhou Lan really didn't think that much about it.

Odin couldn't help but suspect that in the past, he had almost always been on the completely opposite side to Zhou Lan, and he had lost to Zhong Su more than once.

Not long ago, they bet on whether the Destroyer could defeat the Sino-Soviet Union and Thor.

Odin thought this was a gamble with no suspense whatsoever, and that Zhou Lan was practically handing him money.

The Destroyer, and two mortals, Zhongsusol.

Back then, Zhou Lan also let Odin choose first, and his state at that time was exactly the same as it is now.

Odin shook his head slightly, his brow furrowed.

He was frantically thinking and planning in his mind.

Without a doubt, Loki now has the upper hand completely, beating Zhong Su to a pulp. In fact, in Odin's eyes, Loki is simply venting his anger.

He knew Loki's power.

The reason the battle isn't over yet is simply because this guy was provoked too much by China and the Soviet Union and is determined to take revenge.

In this situation, would he still choose China and the Soviet Union?

Odin couldn't help but begin to question himself.

He glanced at Zhou Lan, whose eyes held a barely perceptible urgency.

No, that's not right. It's very wrong.

He's urging himself to make a decision quickly; is he anxious? Because he made the wrong choice?

But Zhou Lan had always been calm and composed before, so why did she reveal extra emotions this time?

Could it be that he's putting on an act for himself?