Stupid Odin

"Is Ji Zai alright? He's so lucky, he must be fine. He will be fine, right?" Ishtar buzzed around Downs like a fly, often muttering incoherently.

If she weren't my girl, Downs would have slapped her to death long ago, the kind of slap that would stick her to the wall so hard they couldn't pry her off.

He was beginning to regret getting involved with this silly goddess.

When you're bored, Ishtar will definitely not let you be bored. When you're annoyed, she's also really annoying.

Moreover, Downs casually called Gilgamesh 'Ji Zai' once, and then Ishtar would occasionally follow suit.

Now it's all over, Gilgamesh, who is a respectable hero-king in mythology and even film and television works, has been called this, and it's as if he's become the village dog.

Ahem, only here with Downs, Gilgamesh doesn't have much clout. If he were anywhere else, he would definitely be a first-class core figure.

Downs watched Ishtar fly around in a frenzy and got annoyed. He finally couldn't help but wave his hand, and a gust of wind blew Ishtar away.

Ishtar didn't dare to make trouble with Downs, so she decisively flew over to the side of the palace and hugged her sister Ereshkigal, wailing, "Sister! He hit me!"

Ereshkigal (Ere) said speechlessly: "Good riddance."

"Ahhh, I don't want to live anymore."

A silly woman, even as a mother, is still a silly mother.

She has no proper demeanor.

Just then, Downs felt a touch in his heart: "Hmm?"

With a thought, he immediately projected a mental projection into the middle of the main hall of the Silver Palace.

Downs didn't recognize the guy projected on the big screen for a moment, but with his soul induction, he, Ishtar, and Ere recognized who he was at second glance.

In the projection, yellow sand filled the sky, and the outline of that pyramid in the distance was clearly visible.

"I am—Pharaoh Amenhotep III of Lower Egypt! All you disrespectful ones, listen up! Submitting to me is the best outcome for you, otherwise, death without pardon!"

Objectively speaking, this soul projection doesn't seem to have any problems. It looks and sounds like a cool pharaoh showing off his fists and flexing his muscles.

Upon closer inspection, there are endless problems.

First of all, this dark-skinned, strangely-looking pharaoh, at first glance, you can tell that he is actually Gilgamesh.

Secondly, isn't that shirtless guard standing behind him, holding a spear upside down, Cú Chulainn? That guy just changed into an Egyptian outfit, dyed his hair black, and changed his hairstyle.

I don't know if it's 'Golden Flash's' bad taste, but he even put a collar symbolizing a slave on Cú Chulainn.

Finally, Downs even 'saw' several guards behind him on the screen. These are the soul spies he sent!

A mind radiation projection that has no problems in the eyes of others reveals all the information that should be exposed to Downs.

Gilgamesh knew his father's abilities very well. A long shot and a close-up were enough to convey all the information that needed to be conveyed.

He knew that Downs knew, and Downs also knew that Gilgamesh knew.

The father and son, who knew each other so well, completed all the intelligence information exchange at once.

It can be said that there has never been such a wonderful start!

Ishtar was still dumbfounded: "Wait! What's going on? Gil already has the first credit?"

Ere rubbed her pretty brows. Her silly sister was really hopeless: "Fortunately, Gil's brain doesn't resemble yours."

In Ere's opinion, Gilgamesh inherited the wisdom of his father and the beauty of his mother.

Uh, it's a great fortune that it wasn't the other way around.

If he inherited Ishtar's brain, it would be over!

Over here, the gods finally received the news and were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They discussed how to annex the new world while entering the Silver Palace together.

When they all arrived, Thor couldn't wait to ask: "Father God, is there any news from the enemy world?"

"Yes. Through Gilgamesh's daring infiltration, our side has determined that this world is the [Egyptian World]."

"Egyptian World?" The eyes of the gods and giants lit up.

A new world, a new conquest!

The old Aesir gods yearned to go to the next level, and the 'newly' joined Celtic and Sumerian gods yearned to move their positions up. Under the expectation of everyone, Downs projected a mental projection with his divine thoughts.

"They are the Egyptian Ennead..."

In the picture, one slightly abstract human figure after another was presented. These patterns of gods with strange head shapes were thoughtfully labeled with Runic by Downs so that the Aesir could understand them.

As for the giants, well, those illiterate people don't need to understand this.

After a brief introduction, Downs knew that most of these guys were god-level barbarians. For this kind of 'plot,' these impatient guys would rather choose to 'skip' it.

He explained: "This time, due to the state of the chaotic universe, it may not be possible to allow contact between the two worlds. Therefore, to conquer this Egyptian world, perhaps a part of the expeditionary force will have to be sent over in the form of projection. This is an opportunity, but also a risk."