The Cross-Realm Smuggling Overlords

Lowett was not afraid of going to war with Odin. The Nine Realms were Odin's conquests, and not everyone had willingly submitted to him. Long lives made hatred endure even longer, and forgetting was nearly impossible.

Besides, the Bifrost had yet to be repaired. If they truly fought, he would absolutely not give Odin another chance.

So, all things considered, he only needed to go to war with Asgard.

But that was unwise.

Odin's past achievements and the divine power within him at its peak were no lie. There were few people Thanos feared in the universe, but Odin was definitely one of them.

Without him, Lowett might also suffer grave injuries. Wouldn't Thanos then run wild like an untethered Leviathan?

With the power of the Infinity Gauntlet, blasting him out of this universe would probably not be difficult.

As an academic type, naturally, fighting came after discussion...

Unless there was nothing to discuss!

Lowett was now posing a question to Odin.

Talk, or not?

One was the ruler of the Nine Realms, whose lifespan was nearing its end and whose name had resounded across the universe.

The other was an otherworldly mage with a boundless soul, like the true incarnation of death.

Neither was willing to yield, and they continued staring each other down.

But in the end, Odin was the first to relent for the sake of the Nine Realms.

He waved a hand, signaling the God of War and the other Asgardians who had sensed the clash of power to leave the hall, then sighed.

"Fine. I agree to give you the Space Stone, but only after I die!"

In Odin's eyes, although his lifespan was nearing its limit, he still had some years left to live.

Perhaps waiting would bring an opportunity.

But Lowett certainly would