Stupid Odin

The滔天 flood tore apart everything and destroyed the Frost Giants' rule over this land of eternal darkness and ice.

Countless Frost Giants who didn't make it in time to attack the Aesir were helplessly swept into the sea by the great flood and drowned.

A male Frost Giant, Bergelmir, 25 meters tall and hunchbacked, and his wife clung to a decaying, towering tree at the last moment.

The interior of the 120-meter trunk had long rotted away. Bergelmir simply tore at it a few times, and it became the ark for the Frost Giant couple's doomsday.

Amidst the torrential rain caused by the rapid melting of glaciers, he gazed at the divine mountain radiating brilliant light.

The bloodline connection from the fall of the progenitor, coupled with an almost innate hatred for outsiders, filled his heart with unparalleled anger towards the Aesir.

Braving the icy raindrops, he roared to the sky, vowing, "Aesir! I, Bergelmir, swear that I will revive the Frost Giant race! My descendants will inherit my will until they overthrow your rule!"

His oath crossed the vast sky and was even sensed by Thor, who was still on the mountain.

"Eh?"

Odin, still excited, saw his elder brother suddenly stop and asked curiously, "Brother? What's wrong?"

Silently gazing into the distance, Thor said absentmindedly, "It's nothing. I thought I heard the roar of a Frost Giant remnant."

"Remnant?" Odin laughed dismissively. "A mere one or two Frost Giants, even if they didn't drown, what can they do?"

Thor shook his head. Odin in the epic poem [Edda] was just like this, extremely arrogant, almost always letting the tiger return to the mountain. When he was strong, no external enemy could invade. Once he showed weakness, any hostile force dared to invade and tear down his home!

"My foolish brother! Let me teach you one more thing: never underestimate your enemies unless you have completely exterminated them. Don't forget that our grandfather Buri was killed by Ymir, yet it only took three generations for us to seize control of this world."

"Uh." Odin was momentarily speechless.

At this moment, Bor stepped forward and slapped Odin on the back of the head. "Listen to your elder brother."

Bor, as a father, was often taciturn. This didn't mean he was stupid. On the contrary, he was very clever and could see at a glance who was responsible for today's victory.

Thor seized the opportunity, "Odin! After this matter is over, send you and Loki to that side to wipe out the last of the Frost Giant remnants! If you can bring back the heads of all the Giant remnants, how about I ask Father to grant you a kingdom to be your throne?"

"Ah?!" Odin was truly stunned.

No, it should be said that all the Aesir members present, except for the idiot Vili, were stunned.

Everyone had just seized control of the world from Ymir, and they were all in a daze, not knowing what to do next, when Thor had already thought so far ahead.

Faced with such epoch-making foresight, everyone's minds immediately buzzed.

Bor was also at a loss. Logically speaking, all major decisions should be made by him, the head of the family, the so-called current God-King. But he wasn't blind, and he had long seen that his good son far surpassed him in terms of combat power and wisdom.

In every major crisis, the solutions proposed by Thor were always the most correct. Even slightly modifying his plan was impossible. Not to mention that after absorbing Ymir's progenitor giant blood, Thor's power was completely unmatched.

Whether Bor admitted it or not, everyone had already silently begun to follow Thor's lead.

Bor squeezed out a slightly awkward smile and didn't immediately agree to the matter of the kingdom. He just said, "Odin, your elder brother's words must be correct. We cannot let our guard down. Moreover, we must first survive this great flood."

"Yes..." Odin replied dejectedly.

The flood came as Thor had imagined, and even this towering peak was not spared.

Because they had an extra half-day to prepare, the Aesir and the giants who had joined their ranks safely survived the disaster.

The giants were too large, and even though Thor had prepared a pile of 50-meter-high giant trees in advance, the hastily made rafts could only seat two or three giants.

Bor and his wife, Bestla, sat on a huge raft, watching the cruel scene not far away with a relatively peaceful mind.

Many animals were swept into the flood, and only a few lucky bears or wolves were able to barely hold on to a broken tree in the turbulent flood. Most of them drowned along with the scattered Frost Giants.

Bestla suddenly said, "My dear, without Thor, we might have been like those poor prey."

Bor replied somewhat irrelevantly, "After this flood is over, I will announce to everyone that I will pass the position of God-King to Thor."

Before today, the so-called God-King position was at most an internal title of this small clan called Aesir. But after defeating the ruler of this world, the meaning of this sentence was completely different.

"Ah?" Bestla said in astonishment, "Didn't you say that your deceased father longed to see you ascend the throne before he died?"

"That's right, but I think that the god who can truly lead the Aesir to glory is Thor, not me. So I plan..." Bor whispered to Bestla. Before long, the female giant nodded vigorously.

The terrible flood lasted for three days and three nights.

The rafts without power drifted with the current. It took the Aesir and the giants a full day to barely regroup until the water level dropped.

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The faces of the gods and giants were filled with exhaustion and excitement.

The Aesir had become the sole masters of this world, and the giants who had joined them had also gained a huge increase in status. Especially the giants, they longed for Bor to say something about their future.

Bor stood proudly on the huge head of Ymir, who had fallen to the earth. The former master of the earth was now lifeless. This act of complete conquest was the simplest, most violent, and most direct in this barbaric era.

On-site supplies were too scarce, so everything was simplified.

When Thor raised his hands and placed a crown made of frost elements on his father's head, Bor's family and all the giants cheered.

"Long live the Aesir!"

"Long live King Bor!"

"Long live the Lord of Ginnungagap!"

After three cheers, the excited giants shouted loudly, praising their new king!

Bor transformed into a twenty-meter-tall giant, raised his hands high, and pressed down, and everyone began to quiet down.

"I am very happy that everyone has appointed me as king. But I believe everyone is clear about who personally defeated the progenitor Frost Giant Ymir! Now, I, Bor Burison, in the name of the Aesir God-King, announce—I abdicate the throne to my eldest son, Thor Borson. He is the true warrior! The most suitable God-King who can lead everyone to glory!"

Completely ignoring Thor's reaction, Bor took off his crown and placed it on Thor's head.

Thor's two younger brothers and a group of giants were stunned for a moment, and then burst into the most enthusiastic cheers.

"Long live Emperor Thor!"