It could be said that God had toyed with everyone.
God was the one who threw the dice.
But God never threw dice!
This Void War had been a farce prepared by God from the very beginning.
God did not care whether the Old Gods or the Deities won in the end.
Because no matter which side won, God would still be God.
That was what God had hoped for.
And it was not what God had hoped for.
Nothing was more boring than remaining unchanged.
God hoped that a powerful being could bring Him new possibilities.
So He placed the authority representing "one" upon an empty Divine Throne.
This authority had never been fake from the very beginning.
That was why Loki had not felt the effects of the contamination.
No matter who wanted this authority, God would help them.
Loki was not special.
He had merely been chosen. That was all.
Likewise, Loki had done nothing wrong.
His only fault was that he was too weak.
He had exhausted everything he had just to earn the right to touch this authority.
There was nothing else to it.
Just as Odin had said, it was not Loki who was powerful now, but the authority within him.
If Loki could truly master this authority and forge a new path,
then what was wrong with making Loki the true God of Gods?
It would merely be the next cycle.
God would absorb Loki's path before reappearing.
But Loki had failed to do so.
So Loki was wrong.
God looked at Loki. "These answers are your reward for touching this authority."
"All right. This farce should end."
The ring-like authority within Loki flew out.
Loki fell from the Divine Throne.
Then heaven and earth changed color.
All things flowed backward, and all