Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 356 Another Conferment of the Title of King
Meanwhile, Towns was completely unaware that Odin had already changed his mindset before he had even completed the achievement of "seven captures and seven releases".

Honestly, he no longer cares about Odin's life or death.

For Towns, Odin's foolish brother is just a side pawn. It's fine if he can be used, but Towns won't be upset if he can't.

Just like this time, although Odin led his team to steal chickens, they managed to get Lanka to run away in the independent little world.

If this were placed at the point in time when Jinlunga only had nine realms, Downs would feel a little regretful, since that was also a small world that could be used as cannon fodder.

For now, let it be!
Anyway, Odin can no longer cause any trouble.

As long as Downs successfully integrates the internal forces, consolidates the position of the Aesir gods and giants from the Nine Realms period, and fosters healthy competition among the surrendered deities, then there is nothing to fear.

As the size of the Jinlunga world further expands, the World Tree grows thicker, and the various smaller worlds take shape.

A completely new agenda is now facing Towns.

Lately, more than one near-god has urged him to take the path.

“Your Majesty, the territory you control is too vast, and the decrees and documents are too numerous for Asgard to handle. Why not entrust the administration to the princes?” Freya advised.

Freya's identity is the most delicate.

She was also a goddess by Towns's side, but she did not bear him any children. Given that Towns had not yet established a queen, it would be inappropriate for any goddess who had borne him children to say this; only Freya, who had been with him from the beginning and did not have a child, would be the most suitable to say so.

“A commission? A fiefdom?” Downs did not refute Freya on the spot.

She's right.

Even if a god's energy is nearly infinite, the number of events a single god can handle at any given time is limited.

With a spiritual strength comparable to that of the world's largest entity, Downs could at most handle a hundred matters simultaneously, or receive the prayers of a thousand core fanatics. Any more than that, and he would simply have to ignore them.

It seems like in the past, when the population was so small, like when the Midgard Kingdom had only tens of thousands of people, Downs could issue decrees down to the village level.

Now, counting all the worlds, big and small, there are a total of 26, covering tens of millions of square kilometers of land and a population of over 100 million. How could Towns possibly manage them all?
In any case, with the development of productivity and the exponential increase in the number of administrative affairs, the decentralization of some powers has become inevitable.

Knowing full well that Freya was most likely encouraged to be the scapegoat, Downs still nodded: "You're right. But this isn't something that can be appointed or dismissed casually. Last time I was crowned king, I suffered the most utter defeat and betrayal."

Freya didn't dare to persuade him any further. She lowered her head and helped Towns massage his arms and legs.

Freya.

"Ok?"

"Your suggestion is good, but don't be encouraged to do this kind of thing again. In the end, the one who suggested you do this is destined not to become the Queen of Gods."

Freya shrank back, too afraid to speak.

The next day, unusually, Baldr, the god of light, and Gilgamesh, the god of wealth, were summoned to the Golden Palace by Downs at the same time.

This caused a murmur among the gods.

The gods have been secretly colluding and trying to persuade the emperor to take the throne for quite some time now.

Interestingly, all the gods, regardless of their pantheon, felt that this was the right thing to do.

Without it.

Think about it, even the newly surrendered leaders of small worlds privately proclaim themselves God-Kings, so Tang Si, who has overturned countless God-Kings and swallowed up countless worlds, only has the title of God-King?
That's way too short.

Even if we take a step back and assume Towns can be modest, what about his ex-girlfriend Wang Tianzhao, whom he allegedly had sex with every day?
From any perspective, everyone felt that Downs should be promoted to God-Emperor. The audiences of Baldr and Gilgamesh gave everyone hope.

Inside the Golden Palace, the two princes bowed respectfully to Downs.

"Greetings to God the Father."

"Get up!" Downs went straight to the point: "Recently, many deities have been urging me to assume the position of God-Emperor..."

As Towns finished speaking, he gave his two sons a sharp look.

Gilgamesh met his father's gaze openly and fearlessly.

Badr, feeling guilty, finally said, "Father, I did try to dissuade you."

“It’s not your fault.” Towns tactfully avoided mentioning Bader’s mother: “The world of Kinlunga is too big; it needs an additional level of management.”

Badr looked surprised.

On the contrary, Gilgamesh had a playful expression, thinking to himself: Did Father God make this decision not out of vanity and glory, but out of practical administrative efficiency?
Towns continued, "Among you older brothers, some are all muscle and no brains, while others have absolutely no talent for domestic affairs. That's why you two will be the first to be crowned kings."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The same words, spoken by two different princes, sounded utterly different.

Badr remained humble as always. Gilgamesh, on the other hand, was eager to try and saw it as a challenge.

“However, you will not take up your posts in your own race’s world. If everything depends on bloodline, it will only deepen the racial divide in a hundred or a thousand years. So…” Downs changed the subject: “Baldr, your fief will be the Sumerian continent. And Gilgamesh, you will go to the South American continent.”

This decision greatly surprised the two princes, who were speechless for a long time.

This decision is reasonable.

The mortals of the Sumerian world had long been slaughtered to the point of submission. From a certain perspective, Downs's killing of the Sumerian pantheon went too far, and the gentle Baldr was needed to mediate.

As for the mortals of the pre-Mayan three realms, they inherently loved blood sacrifices and had a host of bad habits. Gilgamesh, with his greater abilities and ability to seamlessly switch between tyranny and benevolence, was more suitable to keep order.

After a brief moment of surprise, they gladly accepted the appointment.

When this news spread, the gods were in an uproar.

The good news is that His Majesty accepted the advice to ascend the throne and became the Divine Emperor.

The bad news is that those local factions with ulterior motives are at a loss.

Their different origins instinctively led them to favor the prince of their own bloodline, especially since the pure-blooded Aesir gods actually looked down on those lowly mortals and their deities. Unfortunately, Downs refused to depose the eldest son and establish Baldr, born to Frigg, as the crown prince, leaving them with no other choice.

Who would have thought Towns would play so well, pulling off a complete trade?

Unfortunately, neither the pure-blooded Aesir nor the Sumerians had anything to say.

With Prince Thor's position firmly established, it would be a significant promotion for his own son to become the God-King.

They didn't even have a reason to refute it.

The most amazing thing was yet to come: Towns dismantled all the deities of those small Southeast Asian worlds and distributed them evenly among the two new kings.

Now all the gods understood.

(End of this chapter)