"When I hear you say that, I can finally wait for death to come in peace."
Odin stroked his graying hair, his tone carrying a faint sorrow and wistfulness.
For an Asgardian like him, who had lived for thousands of years, death was not something to be feared like it was by most mortals.
On the contrary, Odin had sensed death's approach long ago and made extensive preparations for it.
Whether it was grooming Thor as his successor or shaping Loki, his adopted son, both were part of his grand plan.
And Allen was the final safeguard.
Once everything had been arranged, the All-Father could finally set his mind at ease, enjoy the last peace of his life, look back on his long existence, and then close his eyes without realizing it, slipping into eternal rest.
Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One, who had likewise prepared herself for death, understood Odin's feelings well. Smiling, she asked, "Do you need me to send you back to the Norwegian coast? If I remember correctly, that was once your favorite place."
"Hahahaha! Yes! I still remember those brave Vikings charging at me with axes and broadswords, trying to chop me to death. It's a pity that the descendants of those brave warriors have already lost the fearlessness of their ancestors." Odin shook his head with a hearty laugh, making no attempt to hide his disappointment.
In truth, when King Harald abandoned the Vikings' traditional faith and introduced Christianity, Odin had been rather displeased.
Unfortunately, he had already decided at the time to change Asgard's national policy and stop blindly pursuing the Infinity Stones and the conquest of the Nine Realms.
Otherwise, Odin would have taught those Christian missionaries with heads full of greedy thoughts exactly what divine punishment meant.
"Enough. You've complained about this more