Where Did My Huge Throne Go?

Sitting bolt upright on his deathbed, Odin realized the Joker was himself!

Odin was completely dumbfounded. He had merely taken a nap—how had Asgard vanished by the time he woke up?

Unable to sense the Power of Asgard, Odin naturally assumed that his Kingdom of Asgard had already ceased to exist. Otherwise, why could he not feel the Power of Asgard at all?

Could it be that the Power of Asgard had abandoned him?

Was that even possible?

This was an enormous matter to Odin. Ninety percent of his strength came from the Power of Asgard. Of course, his own power was not to be underestimated either, but compared to the mighty Power of Asgard, it was still far weaker.

And now, the Asgard he relied upon had suddenly disappeared. Who was he supposed to argue with about that?

Although he knew Ragnarok existed, it could not possibly have come this soon! He, Odin, had not even finished preparing!

Now Asgard had suddenly been destroyed. What the hell was he supposed to do?

No matter what, Odin first had to find Frigga and Thor and ask what exactly had happened.

How had the perfectly fine Power of Asgard suddenly vanished?

Filled with doubts, Odin walked out of his chambers, passed through the empty royal palace, and finally left the main hall—only to see an incredibly lively square.

Asgard had not been destroyed. All the Asgardians were singing and dancing in the square, radiating joy, peace, and prosperity. Where was there any sign of destruction?

Seeing this, Odin could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Good, good. His Asgard had not been destroyed. That meant his Asgardian dynasty still remained, and he was still the lofty King of Asgard.

"Cough, cough. What's got everyone so excited?"

Seeing everyone looking