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Chapter 1895 The Gift of Destiny

The underworld of Helheim, a world without any life but the wailing of the dead, has undergone earth-shaking changes not long ago.

Food can now be cultivated on the earth. Just these slight changes have changed everything. The lifeless world of the dead has become lively. It seems that as long as there is food to eat, there is no difference between the living and the dead.

The underworld of Helheim is nothing more than a place where living things have lived for a long time after changing their identities.

Odin silently gazed at this world of death. The underworld of Helheim used to be the garbage dump of the world tree, and all the things that could not be used to fight against Ragnarok were discarded here.

Ironically, with the destruction of the World Tree, all the prosperity and flourishing things either disappeared or underwent tremendous changes. Only the underworld of Helheim seemed to be the same as before, or even better.

"At least Asgard is thriving."

Odin sincerely looks forward to the future of Asgard that Blaze can lead. Although Blaze has not officially recognized him and is unwilling to sit on the throne like a child who has not yet come to terms with his beliefs, he knows that day will come sooner or later.

He knew the result without prying into the future or fate, because he had learned his lesson and understood what it meant to be down-to-earth. If he took every step well, the desired result would only come sooner or later.

If you take every step well but fail, it means that you are not destined to be together. Maybe this is a good thing.

【If I win, it’s my fate; if I lose, it’s my luck】

If you work hard in the present, the future will come quietly.

However, this simple truth does not seem to be accepted by everyone. Some people will not learn any lessons from it even after they have learned a lesson.

Odin adjusted his hat and saw the tall goddess of death walking towards the palace with somewhat tired steps.

Hela, the goddess of death who possesses absolute power in the underworld of Helheim, will never feel tired. But just because her body won't be tired and her spirit won't be weak doesn't mean her heart won't be tired.

Even the goddess of death wouldn't enjoy killing all day long. Torturing the sun every day is no easy task.

It would be fine if this matter could be handed over to someone else, but the dead sun is also the sun, and it has no power to resist facing the goddess of death Hela, the absolute ruler of the underworld of Helheim.

Besides, the Dead Sun is not a pure sun. He is also the second-generation One-Eyed Man. He completed the sacrifice in front of the Fountain of Wisdom under the World Tree and gained omniscience. That omniscience still flows in the Dead Sun's empty left eye and has not disappeared with death.

Odin touched his hollow right eye, where the sting of omniscience still lingered. This was the legacy of sacrifice, etched upon his soul. This omniscience was something he couldn't give up even if he wanted to, for it came from an absolutely fair, irrevocable bargain.

But most of his omniscience had already disappeared. It was not known whether it was fortunate or unfortunate. After he was killed by Balder, his body was thrown into the Fountain of Wisdom as part of the sacrifice. The omniscience in his eyes returned to the Fountain of Wisdom and was drunk by Balder, completing the transfer of omniscience.

Looking back now, perhaps it was luck, as having this omniscience that could peek into the future and destiny would only make people want to use it again and again.

Odin, with a hunched back, slowly came to where Hela worked. The dead sun Balder was lying on Hela's workbench like a corpse. Only his heaving chest showed that he was "alive."

"What a strange thought. In this world of death, I'm pondering, scrutinizing whether you're still alive." Odin, leaning on his cane, looked down at Baldr, his face expressionless. Perhaps he no longer had any expectations of Baldr, hence his indifference. Baldr turned his head, looking at Odin with his empty left eye. He didn't speak, nor did he show any expression. Only the healing, crisscrossing scars on his face seemed like mocking smiles, uttering sarcastic laughs.

Odin knew what this silence meant.

"Are you still using your omniscience to peer into the future?" Odin asked, but in a firm tone.

Beings with omniscience cannot restrain the desire to use it, even if they know the curse that comes with omniscience, because omniscience is so convenient, just like the power of a living thing evolving to a higher level.

Hearing this, Balder finally showed some reaction. He smiled at Odin. His smile was extremely pure, but it looked hideous and terrifying because of the scar on his face.

Odin knew that this was a glimpse into fate that would benefit him.

"Really? Congratulations." Odin shook his head. He had a lot to say to Balder, but seeing Balder's look, his already limited interest completely disappeared.

Odin lowered the brim of his hat, turned around and left. His steps were much lighter than when he came, and his back was straighter, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

The tall figure of Hela, the goddess of death, slowly emerged from the mist of the world of the dead. She is the absolute ruler of the underworld of Helheim, and Odin's arrival and every move are under her surveillance.

It’s not that she thinks Odin will come to save Balder. This old guy is not as kind as he seems. Even if he becomes much gentler, he will never forgive a betrayer.

She was curious about what Odin knew, as it affected the future of Helheim. Balder was becoming increasingly resilient, and if this continued, the days in Helheim would eventually grow longer and the nights shorter, putting a dent in Helheim's fragile ecosystem.

But she couldn't dig anything out of Balder's mouth. As a god, her intuition made her realize that Balder's change might be due to the omniscience gained through sacrifice. She didn't understand that, but Odin might.

Odin stopped and took off his hat as a sign of respect for Helaheim, the ruler of the underworld. Although Hela certainly didn't care about his words, he still had to do it.

"For Balder, who can glimpse destiny, he is already in the future when destiny will be fulfilled," said Odin.

"So no matter how much harm you inflict on him, it will be useless. He will never collapse. To him, the present is nothing more than a meaningless memory of a moment in the past."

"No matter how tragic the memories of the past are, they will not hinder his future nobility."

"Destiny, not future?" Hela noticed a key word in Odin's mouth, and the expression on her face became meaningful.

Odin smiled and walked slowly into the thick fog.

"Sometimes I really feel sad about the failure of my education. I actually have a son who is waiting for pie in the sky to fall."

"When a pie really falls from the sky, will he be able to catch it?"

(End of this chapter)