Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 735: Born in the Future, Trapped in the Future, Died in the Future
"In this way, the world can move forward along its intended course."

In the snow-covered Frost Kingdom, two blurry figures walked under the giant tree that supported the dome of the world.

The leafy branches support the entire sky. The world is pressed on the branches of the trees and connected together through the branches of the world tree.

The roots of the World Tree extend deep into the Jinlunga Chasm. At the deepest part of the roots, a spring is flowing with gurgling water.

A black dragon like a poisonous snake swam among the tree roots and brought two beings of transcendent status here.

It should have been proud, but it inexplicably lowered its head for the two unknown beings in front of it, even though it had never seen them before.

Zarathustra gently stroked the thorns on the black dragon's back, and with a smile on his face, he looked at the flowing spring water.

"So you've already won?"

She spoke to Ananke, who was shrouded in a hazy veil behind her. The two of them had just entered this country not long ago, and if you must say it, they had not had time to take any action yet.

"It's over. The battle I fought with the gods here was not in the present, but in the future."

Ananke pointed to the flowing spring and said with emotion.

"Their God King gained the ability to see the future through self-sacrifice."

“Having this vision means that his world is no longer in the present, but in the future.”

“He constantly changes the future through observation, but at the same time, he will be bound by the future and trapped in the predetermined future forever.”

Even though the Nine Realms are still as peaceful as before, Fimbulwinter has not yet arrived, and the God of Light has not yet died from the joke of the God of Mischief.

Everything looks so vibrant and intact.

But even so, it's all over.

Just like the changing of the four seasons, when the vibrant spring continues, the harsh winter is destined to follow.

Of course, after the deadly winter has washed the world clean, spring will come again.

Although most of the time, whether it is the inevitable fate represented by Ananke or the duality of good and evil represented by Zarathustra, they seem to be villains.

But there is no boundary between good and evil for these two super gods. There are also beautiful things in Ananke's destiny, just as there must be a new life beyond the destined ending.

Zarathustra's situation is even simpler. When good is strong, she helps evil, and when evil is strong, she also helps good, allowing heroes who can save the world to emerge like mushrooms after rain.

"I have arranged opponents and the most appropriate endings for each of them. You will definitely like it."

Ananke showed Zarathustra the destined Ragnarok and spoke softly.

Gods and demons perished together, good and evil alike were reduced to nothingness, but this left room for a new world to survive.

"I've said it before, there is no need for any suspicion in our cooperation, because there is no conflict between us."

Zarathustra chuckled and nodded.

"It seems that this world is still too simple for you."

"Should we go further? I know some more distant worlds, maybe we can give it a try."

"Of course, if it doesn't interfere with your plans in Olympus."

Facing Zarathustra's invitation, Ananke did not hesitate and accepted it directly. "It doesn't matter. The half of my body left in Olympus does not need me to interfere, otherwise Zeus will notice it."

"But you, you've never been back to the world you came from, aren't you worried?"

Faced with Ananke's question, Zarathustra was not worried at all.

"It doesn't matter. I have already balanced the good and evil in that world to perfection. Even if I'm not here, without the influence of external forces, they will never be able to determine the winner."

Since neither of them had any concerns, there was no need to say more. Ananke raised his hand and pointed, and a few drops of water rose from the spring at the roots of the World Tree.

Under the power of Ananke, these water droplets became the three goddesses of Noron who were born under the world tree in accordance with the changes of the nine realms and are in charge of the past, present and future of this world.

After doing all this, Ananke and Zarathustra left this world.

From the beginning to the end, they never went to the world above the world tree, to Asgard where Odin was.

But the fate of this God-King has been determined silently. He is destined to run around for the prophecy of Ragnarok, gradually go crazy, and eventually die at twilight.

And the one eye that can observe countless futures will see fewer and fewer things.

This directly determined that Othinus gradually lost his observers and disappeared due to the convergence of possibilities.

In the remote alleys of the City of the Sun, Othinus was gradually becoming unreal, but what was happening far away had a real impact on her.

Even though the Spiritual Equipment Lord's Spear held by Othinus had the power to make her 100% successful, without the observer, she herself had become a rootless duckweed, an illusory shadow that could not be made up for at all.

Even if you use force to stay, it's only a matter of time before it disappears.

Othinus had never expected that something like this would happen suddenly, and had no response or preparation at all. He had never expected that Odin would not only be defeated, but also have his future taken away from him.

If she had known this earlier, she should have found more observation points earlier to ensure her existence.

As her body gradually became illusory, Othinus clearly realized that her life was about to end, but she was not desperate, just a little regretful.

After all, it is an illusory existence. Even if it returns to nothingness, it doesn’t matter, and there is nothing we can do about it.

No one in this world would know about her. Even if she tried to find someone to be her observer now, she would not be able to find someone who believed in her and was qualified enough to observe her existence.

Othinus gradually accepted his own end, gradually put down the Spear of the God, leaned against the wall, and waited for his own disappearance.

Just as she gradually emptied her mind and gave up thinking, a figure suddenly appeared at the alley, blocking the sunlight shining on Othinus' face.

"Hey? What's going on? Why are you running so fast? Why are you lying here?"

The figure of Eros appeared in front of Othinus, looking down at her.

The expression on his face contained both a hint of mockery and a hint of surprise.

"She looks like she's about to die. Did she use some expensive magic just now?"

Nephthys held Bastet in her arms and poked her head out from Eros.

Not knowing whether it was an illusion or not, Othinus suddenly felt as if he had regained a sense of reality.

(End of this chapter)