"You're still as reckless and impulsive as ever. You haven't changed one bit. I seriously doubt Odin's teachings ever had the slightest effect on you."
Watching the future King of Asgard clutch his head with a pained expression, Allen could not help letting out a soft sigh.
Honestly, none of Odin's three children gave him any peace of mind.
His eldest daughter, Hela, was a war fanatic. All she thought about was leading Asgard to conquer the entire universe, making every planet, empire, and civilization submit beneath her feet.
She had no idea how many powerful beings capable of inspiring utter despair were hidden in this universe.
Perhaps conquest and expansion were not problems in themselves, but once they exceeded a certain limit, things immediately became different.
Therefore, if the throne were handed to Hela, Asgard's final fate would certainly be collapse and destruction.
As for his adopted son Loki, he was not an Asgardian to begin with, nor could he inherit the power of the World Tree.
In this perilous universe, weakness was the original sin.
Especially for the once-renowned Asgardian Realm—without a sufficiently powerful king on the throne, it would inevitably draw the attention and attacks of enemies.
On top of that, Loki was far too emotional and full of a desire to show off. He simply was not suited to governing a nation.
As for Thor, his only biological son, while his potential was certainly immense, he seemed to have no brain at all. He always acted before his mind had time to think.
Perhaps he would have made a fine warrior, a general who led from the front, but he was absolutely unsuited to being king.
A king needed to deal with complicated political, diplomatic, and internal affairs.
Odin simply did not dare imagine where Asgard