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But ironically, it is Odin who manipulates the threads of fate.
On the banks of the river of destiny.
Odin seemed to see through Renn's confusion and said kindly, "Is it surprising? In fact, I also drank from the Fountain of Wisdom at the roots of the World Tree when I was young."
"With the World Tree at my back, even a colossal being at the level of the multiverse might not be as powerful as me."
"Young man, you don't actually think that my Aesir race has no backing or support, do you?"
"Among all the gods, apart from that fat Zeus, who can be more powerful than me?"
"During the war of the gods, even Jehovah of the Kingdom of Heaven was forced to enter the Kingdom of Heaven dimension and had to rely on slumber to delay his entry into the multiverse level."
"My Aesir race is capable of dominating a region in the real universe..."
Odin's words contained a great deal of information.
For a moment, Renn was even a little confused and couldn't figure it out.
The biggest and most important piece of information is that, according to Odin, the gods seem to strongly resist becoming multiverse-level beings.
Normally, being able to advance to a higher, more majestic existence should be something to be happy about, right?
Furthermore, the other party seems to think that the real universe is very important.
"Your Majesty, God-King..."
“Young man, if you want to know more, come to Asgard. When the Ancient One took the branches of the World Tree, he must have sent you my invitation.”
"Forehead……"
Before Renn could say anything more.
But then the river of fate surged, churning up layers of waves, blurring the entire dimension of destiny.
The instant he was released from the River of Fate dimension, Renn vaguely saw Odin wink at him and then throw a hammer at him.
Damn it, riddle tellers deserve to die a horrible death!
As the tide of fate surged, Renn's vision blurred, and he was instantly transported back to the real world.
Just as Renn was recovering from the ordeal,
But then, a rainbow of seven colors stretched across the sky and the universe outside the window, heading straight for the Sullivan Building where Raine was.
boom!
The terrifying rainbow, though terrifying, did not have much destructive power.
However, a huge circular rune mark was branded on the roof of the Sullivan Building.
In the center of that mark, a simple and sturdy hammer makes a dazzling appearance.
Mjolnir, Thor's hammer.
This thing should be in Mexico, shouldn't it?
This brings to mind the image of Odin throwing a hammer at him on the banks of the River of Fate.
Renn felt a headache coming on.
That Odin, the god-king, is really stirring up trouble for himself.
Could it be that the other party wants to dump Thor here so that I can help them teach their son?
Perhaps even Loki's third princess will get involved, staging a battle for the throne.
Just as Renn was in a daze.
Laura, Gwen, Isabel, Clarisse, and even Frank, John, and others who were waiting at the training ground downstairs, all rushed up to the top floor.
Odin's aim was impressive; he threw the Mjolnir right into the Hanging Gardens of his office.
If I had known, I would have lowered the retractable window.
“Raine (darling)…”
"Boss!"
"Your Majesty!"
Just as everyone gathered, all showing expressions of worry, Renn waved his hand, interrupting their conversation.
Then, Ryan said, "Don't worry, it's just an old friend sending a package, it's nothing!"
Everyone: "..."
Who makes such a huge commotion when delivering packages?
Although the towering, seven-colored pillar of light only appeared for a short time, it was seen by at least tens of millions of people throughout New York and even the entire East Coast.
Renn was aware of the doubts in everyone's hearts.
However, right now, Raine has many things to do and is preparing to ask the Ancient One.
So Renn didn't explain much to everyone.
He casually pointed to the cat hammer on the garden balcony.
Then, Raine said, "Laura, there will likely be many people, including officials, coming to ask about this later."
"Tell them that the Sullivan Group was conducting an experiment and that if something went wrong, they would go to the city hall to pay the fine themselves."
"If we can't fool them, then let each faction leave one or two people here and wait for me to come back."
"Also, inform Natasha, Serena, Firefox, and Ophelia not to worry. At the same time, mobilize everyone to find a, uh, a blond strong man in New York."
"This blond hunk 730 might be a bit reckless, constantly talking about Odin and Thor, like a crazy stage actor. Once we find him, we don't need to worry about him, just keep him under surveillance for now."
"In short, we'll talk about everything when I get back."
After saying those words...
Raine brought no one with him and used the Five Ghosts Soaring Through the Sky Technique to travel directly to the New York Sanctum, intending to use the New York Sanctum's portal to go to Kamar-Taj.
Recently, the Ancient One has been unusually not lounging around on Dragon Ball Island, eating and drinking without contributing.
Last time, we pulled off a big operation in the black market.
After sorting through the large amount of demonic materials harvested from the black market, Raine's men divided 30% of them and handed them over to Kamar-Taj.
Even for a long-established power like Kamar-Taj.
That 30% gain was quite substantial.
For the past two months, the Ancient One has been overseeing the work at Kamar-Taj, and has been instructing the sorcerers there to craft various magical artifacts from the demonic materials.
Even the Ancient One had a temper.
One of the mages under his command was training like crazy every day, working for Renn.
It's better to be under my own supervision and generate revenue from magical artifacts.
So when Raine arrived at Kamar-Taj, he saw a very strange sight.
Chapter 183 The Ancient One's Strength, Odin's Favor (Please Subscribe)
Kamar-Taj was originally a picturesque complex of buildings with a classical Chinese style.
A large group of mages, all wearing aprons, masks, and even goggles, were gathered around the corpses of demons, dissecting them.
At the entrance of the main hall, in the only designated clean area, on a high platform.
The Ancient One, dressed in a white monk's robe, was leisurely brewing tea, looking down at everyone like a supervisor.
That carefree little face, if you added a long whip, would definitely make him look like a slave owner.
"Fool, how can you wash the horns of a Balrog with water? You must use the Fiendfyre spell. Your Majesty, go and teach him."
"And that guy, the scales of the six-armed serpent demon are very precious. They have a magic resistance coating on the surface, so you can't scrape them with a knife. You have to peel them off one by one. Don't you know how to use the Aikeen Form?"
"Modu, stop looking so gloomy. Using demonic materials to create magical artifacts to fight demons is in line with the natural balance."
"..."
Mordo: I'm Black, how can my face not be Black?
The bustling Kamar-Taj resembles a giant slaughterhouse.
Especially when Raine appeared, a large group of mages, covered in blood, rose and bowed.
Ryan felt like he had stepped onto a horror movie set.
Slightly alarmed, Raine walked through the group of sorcerers and, upon reaching the Ancient One, immediately picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip to calm his nerves.
The Ancient One rolled her eyes at Raine, then quietly conjured up another teacup for herself.
Ryan didn't notice this.
After catching his breath, he casually cast a soundproofing spell before looking at the Ancient One with a slightly more serious expression.
"Ancient One, I've seen Odin, the Aesir god-king? On the banks of the River of Fate..."
"They invited you to Asgard, right?"
Just as Raine was halfway through speaking, the Ancient One calmly replied.