Rebuilding Terra

In that distant other world. It is a vast and amazing fantasy realm, as vast as the endless abyss of the universe, even larger than the mysterious and legendary world of the prehistoric world and the strange and aura-filled realm of the demon world combined. This mysterious world seems to be a masterpiece carefully crafted by the supreme artist of the universe. Every corner and every inch of space seems to contain endless mysteries and infinite possibilities, like a huge treasure house hiding countless secrets.

In this vast world, as time flows like an endless river, countless species are born like dazzling stars. They are of various shapes and sizes, and each has unique abilities and ways of survival. From the tiny, almost imperceptible insects, they are like elves in a mysterious world, performing their own life legends in subtle details; to the giant beasts as huge as towering mountains, their every action seems to cause the earth to tremble, emitting a shocking power.

After countless long years of silent evolution, the world was gradually dominated by a race called Odin. Odin is a soul-stirring existence, as if it were a giant tortoise from an ancient myth. Their bodies are as huge as mountains and as solid as rocks, as if they were carefully cast from the hardest steel in the world, exuding an indestructible and powerful aura. Around their bodies, there is always heat and poisonous fog like a mysterious curtain. The heat, like a blazing flame, exudes a suffocating high temperature; the poisonous fog, like a strange veil, adds a bit of mystery and danger to them, making people afraid. Although Odin moves slowly, like an ancient and steady mountain moving slowly on the earth, every step seems to carry the precipitation of years. But they have an astonishing and amazing advantage - they seem to be able to eat anything. No matter whether it was the extremely hard rock that seemed to be able to withstand all forces, or the extremely fierce magic attack that was like a storm; even the blazing fire that seemed to be able to burn everything, in front of them, they were nothing more than "food" that could be easily swallowed.

This strange and unbelievable characteristic made other races always encounter setbacks when attacking them, like a warrior with a broken halberd, full of helplessness and frustration. All attacks seemed to become their delicious feast, swallowed by them without hesitation and turned into part of their own strength. Other races often felt helpless and desperate when facing Odin, because they tried every possible way to attack, but could not cause even the slightest substantial damage to Odin, as if all their efforts were in vain.

However, in this mysterious and challenging world, there is another equally powerful and awe-inspiring dominant race - the Tartan. The Tartans possess amazing strength and unfathomable wisdom. They are unwilling to be under the dominance of the Odins, and they have a strong fighting spirit in their hearts, determined to fight to the end and prove who is the real overlord of this world with strength and courage. Thus, a fierce conflict that seems to tear the world apart broke out between the two powerful races.

The smoke of battle quickly enveloped the entire world like a thick fog. Both sides used all their skills, like two peerless masters engaging in a thrilling duel. The Tartans used their exquisite magic that was like art and their powerful force that seemed to be able to destroy everything, launching rounds of fierce attacks on the Odins like a surging tide. The light of magic intertwined and flickered in the sky, and the impact of force left deep marks on the earth. However, the Odins, relying on their indestructible bodies like eternal fortresses and their powerful swallowing ability that was so powerful that it was terrifying, repeatedly resolved the fierce attacks of the Tartans like an indestructible shield. They devoured the power of the attack, converted it into their own energy, and continued to maintain their dominance.

As time passed quietly like a silent stream, the Tartans gradually realized that no matter how hard they tried, no matter how they exerted their mighty strength and wisdom, they could not defeat the Odins. Although they were filled with reluctance, and that reluctance was like a burning flame jumping in their hearts, the chief of the Tartans finally made a difficult decision to compromise after careful consideration. He knew that continuing the meaningless battle would only bring greater disasters and irreparable losses to the entire race. Therefore, the Tartans began to worship the Odins as if they were sacred beings.

The Odin tribe also gladly accepted the offerings from the Tartan tribe. After all, with the Tartan tribe carefully finding food for them, they no longer had to go out and look for food, which was a waste of energy. From then on, a seemingly strange but mutually beneficial and delicate relationship was established between the two tribes. The Odin tribe used their powerful and shocking strength to protect the Tartan tribe like a solid shield, protecting them from malicious attacks from other tribes; the Tartan tribe took on the responsibility of finding rich and diverse food for the Odin tribe to satisfy their huge appetite that was like a bottomless pit.

As the long years of mutual benefit and win-win slowly passed, the Tartan race also quietly underwent remarkable evolution due to long-term close contact with Odin. Their bodies became stronger and more powerful, as if they were injected with a new source of strength. They had skin as strong as steel and indestructible, able to withstand all kinds of powerful and terrifying attacks. Even more amazing was that they also established a mysterious spiritual connection with Odin, as if the two could transcend time and space and distance and sense each other. This spiritual connection was like an invisible bond that closely linked the two races together, forming an indestructible alliance.

It was from this time that the relationship between Odin and the Tartans gradually changed from the initial mutual benefit and win-win situation to a mutually dependent symbiotic relationship. Although Odin was of low intelligence and like an ignorant child, they relied on their own incomparable strength to become the Tartans' solid backing like a mountain. The Tartans, with their far-sighted vision and unfathomable wisdom, carefully planned for the future of the two races, just like a wise navigator leading a ship forward in the vast ocean.

However, the crisis is approaching quietly like a beast hidden in the darkness. As the Odin tribe continues to eat like hungry beasts, the energy of this world begins to face the great danger of exhaustion. Although the Tartan tribe has repeatedly warned Odin to eat as little as possible to maintain the delicate balance of the world, for Odin, eating seems to be an irresistible instinct, as natural as breathing. They cannot control their endless desire for food, and continue to devour everything around them like hungry beasts, as if they can never be satisfied.

The Tartans could only watch helplessly as the world was "eaten" bit by bit by Odin, their hearts filled with helplessness and worry. As the bodies of the older Odin continued to expand, they became more and more clumsy, like balloons that were constantly inflated, as if they were bound by the weight of time and food. In the end, their bodies were like huge and shocking mountains, unable to move anymore, and they could only quietly wait for the demise of the world, like sculptures forgotten by time.

At the critical moment when the world was about to be destroyed, the Tartans began to anxiously look for a way to save it, like explorers looking for light in the darkness. They observed the stars at night, and the bright starry sky seemed like a mysterious book. They tried to get inspiration from the vast starry sky and find a glimmer of hope. After a long period of observation and in-depth thinking, like travelers groping in the dark, they finally found a glimmer of hope.

The Tartans carefully selected an Odin who was the smallest and youngest among the Odins, but whose limbs could move flexibly. This Odin's name was Antun, and he seemed like a ray of light in the darkness. They decided to place all their hopes on Antun, using him as an "ark" to save the two races, like the last straw to grab in the turbulent sea.

The Tartans had to give up the other Odins who were unable to move with great pain, as if they had made a difficult decision. They all climbed onto Antun's back, and tied their fates closely to Antun. Before leaving this world that was about to be destroyed, the king of the Tartans, the Almighty Matga, solemnly established a spiritual connection with Antun. He solemnly swore, and the oath echoed in the air like a heavy bell, that from now on he would protect Antun, the last flame of the Odins, and live and die with it, no matter what difficulties and obstacles he faced.

As the planet began to collapse like broken glass, the whole world fell into chaos and the terror of destruction. Antun did not disappoint everyone. With his body as flexible as a bird and his will as strong as steel, he kept moving like a lone boat in a storm. He crossed countless hot lava that seemed to melt everything and deep and frightening cracks, and moved forward in this dangerous hell-like world with endless courage and determination in every step.

In the end, Antun and the Tartans on his back managed to survive, just like a ship that survived a storm. However, new problems were placed before them like heavy rocks. Although they were lucky enough to survive the disaster, where could they go? The world was on the verge of destruction, and they were like a lonely boat that had lost its direction in the vast ocean, and their hearts were filled with confusion and helplessness.

Just as everyone was in despair, a mysterious beam of light descended from the sky. Like a beacon of hope, the beam instantly illuminated their confused hearts and gave them new hope. A woman slowly walked out of the beam. Her figure was like a fairy in a dream, and every move was full of elegance and mystery. Her voice was gentle and firm, like a warm spring breeze, ringing in Antun's ears: "I am here to welcome you all."

So, under the expectant gaze of everyone, Antun resolutely stepped into the dimensional crack that opened from the side. The crack exuded a mysterious light that made people's heart palpitate and a power that was so powerful that it seemed to be able to distort time and space, as if it was a mysterious door to another world. They bid farewell to the old world that was about to be destroyed, just like bidding farewell to a painful memory, and came to the demon world full of unknowns and challenges with hope and courage.