Stupid Odin

The world of Jotunheim shuddered slightly.

The complaint from the world's will was immediately directed at Thorns.

Before long, the dignified God-King, on his throne in the Silver Palace, twitched his lips as he looked at his three good sons kneeling below the temple steps.

“Father God, this is actually my fault.” Enkidu lived up to his reputation as a good brother, immediately volunteering to take the blame.

“Shut up. I'm not blind, and neither is your third brother, Vidar.” Thorns scolded Enkidu, who shrank back, feeling dejected.

His gaze passed over the anxious and more robust Vidar, landing on Gilgamesh.

Is this what they call eight years old?

At eight years old, he's already learning to cleave worlds and play at destroying them?

Facing his good son, who was stubborn and unwilling to break eye contact, Thorns suddenly smiled wryly, “Do you know what you've done?”

“I haven't violated your rules, Father God.”

“True! But in this world, some unwritten rules are more powerful than written ones.”

Gilgamesh remained silent, his fair face filled with the words [I am not convinced].

Thorns wasn't annoyed and carefully explained, “Until today, the interests of us, the Aesir, and the will of Jotunheim have been highly unified. The world's will uses our hands to develop and grow stronger, and we use the world's will to gain greater power and more territory. What you just did was eat the little snack that the world's will had reserved.”

“……”

“That's right, this is a world that has been highly eroded by chaos, almost equivalent to garbage. Our world doesn't have any taboos. Since the culprit who destroyed the Slavic world left behind a world that still has some flavor, it will accept it all.”

Hearing this, Gilgamesh finally lowered his head, “Father God, I know I was wrong. I'll go back and destroy the divine sword right away.”

“Destroy it? Why destroy it?” Thorns asked with a playful tone.

“Ah? Didn't you say…”

“I told you not to steal the meat from our world's will, not that you can't forge a divine sword powerful enough to destroy a small world.” Thorns smiled meaningfully.

“But, I checked, every time the world of Jotunheim defeats the opposing world through the Aesir, it devours the enemy world.”

“The past is the past, and the future is the future.” Thorns smiled meaningfully, “Who knows, we might encounter a situation where our world can't eat or doesn't have the opportunity to eat the other world, and can only destroy it. Then your divine sword will have its use, won't it?”

Gilgamesh understood.

Not every divine war can be a complete victory. From the wars of mortals, it can be seen that there seem to be more cases of defeating the enemy but not being able to annihilate them completely.

In divine warfare, in this state of incomplete victory, if his [World Cleaving] sword can inflict greater damage on the opponent, then it would undoubtedly be another gain.

“I understand, Father God! I will carefully consider and attack the enemy according to your instructions in the future.”

A promising child!

Thorns clapped his hands and laughed, “You don't have to follow my instructions completely. As long as you remember that our interests are highly aligned with the world's interests, then you won't make any big mistakes. By the way, have you thought of a name for this sword in the future?”

“[Enuma Elish]!”

“…That's a good name, if you like it!”

“Thank you, Father God, for your approval.” Gilgamesh bowed sincerely.

Thorns was very familiar with this divine sword, which was called [EA] by some. When Gilgamesh mentioned the name, Thorns even had a sense of daze as if he hadn't transmigrated.

If Thorns remembered correctly, this divine sword from the [Epic of Creation] had a very high status. However, this kind of divine sword that simply used [destruction] as its power consumed a lot of divine power to use, and it was a great weapon that would only be used when risking one's life.

In Thorns' view, the complete [Enuma Elish] could easily destroy a small world, which was quite overpowered. It was only slightly inferior to the [World Swords] in his hand, which used the souls of God-Kings as their sword spirits, and stronger than something like the [Jotunheim Sword].

Thorns closed his eyes gently, as if savoring something, and waved his left hand, “Gilgamesh, Enkidu, you may leave.”

“Yes!” They answered in unison and respectfully withdrew from the temple.

Only Vidar remained.

“Father God.”

“Vidar, do you know why I seem to be lenient towards Gilgamesh?”

“I know a little.” The Forest God Vidar was honest.

“Give the eagle the sky, give the beast the mountains and forests, give the cheetah the grasslands… Your brothers each have their own characteristics, and I am just teaching according to their aptitude. Gilgamesh has the internal affairs talent that you few lack, as well as an unimaginable independence. Just know that.”

This was Thorns' assessment, and it was also a warning to the mothers of his other children.

“Don't worry, Father God, we won't be jealous of our brother.”

“Leave.”

“Yes.”

Thorns felt more and more that his children born to giants: Thor, Tyr, and Vidar were great. Relatively speaking, they were stronger in individual combat power and more simple-minded.

The older brothers were not jealous, did not fight for power, and could even stick together at critical moments, so the younger brothers would naturally not be able to stir up trouble.

In any court, it is not a good thing for the mother's clan to be too strong.

Fortunately, within the Aesir now, no prince's mother's clan can overwhelm the other mother's clans.

On the other hand, since the wife of the Crown Prince Thor, Sif, was also a pure-blooded Aesir, even if Thorns did not establish Frigg as the Queen of the Gods, the pure-blooded Aesir faction could accept it.

At this time, the internal structure of the Aesir was actually very stable.

Originally, with the passage of time, a slight sense of complacency had arisen within the God race. There had been no wars for a long time, and the God of Poetry, Bragi, who had surrendered, was both a son of Odin and had to create poems praising Thorns in order to expand his faith, which caused some guys within the God race to develop a careless attitude.

Fortunately, the appearance of the Slavic world allowed Thorns to take the opportunity to knock on those guys who were a little arrogant, telling them that the result of carelessness was destruction.

This allowed Thorns to unify his thoughts.

This was not Thorns' bragging.

He had a bunch of divine barbarians under his command. They were originally straightforward and simple-minded, drinking and making merry when there was nothing to do, and raising their knives to chop gods when there was something to do. Especially his pig-like good son, Thor, the God of Thunder, needed to be sent out to beat people from time to time. As a result, once he was let loose, his body swelled up like a balloon.

Thorns was busy rebuilding Sumeru and hadn't seen this guy for half a year. When he turned around, he felt like he had entered the wrong pigsty.

This made Thorns angry for a month in a row, giving Thor a 'father's loving sword array' three times a day to help Thor lose weight physically.

With the Slavic world as a negative example, it was easier to educate his sons.