Willows Planted by Chance Become Flowers

"... similar to a truckload of canned herring that fermented in hot and humid weather after the packaging leaked?"

A nonsensical metaphor. Perhaps it could be considered a form of mockery— Odin growls. Like a lion, or some large reptile. But its roar comes at an unbearable price, for a woman's high heel, its spikes pressing down on its forehead.

"You are..." — smack

"Sorry, I already said I don't want to talk to you," the woman said indifferently, looking at the mass of red and white matter trampled under her feet. She casually tossed the scrap metal Gungnir aside.

Odin is dead. Good.

Although I don't know if it's the real one, I can just kill it a few more times later. So it's fine.

The woman stared at the corpse for a few seconds. A few seconds later, flames burst forth from the corpse.

The fire was great, for it was not only Odin who was burning—his servants, his weapons, his warhorses, all were ablaze with intense flames. The rain ceased, and the night winds stopped blowing. After a few minutes, when the last corpse had been burned to ashes, only the gentle night remained on the bridge.

The unkind are all dead, so it is a good night.

With a deep rumble, a pure black sports car pulled up beside her.

Maybach 62, the top-of-the-line model. Although she thinks buying such an expensive car is a complete waste of time, since someone is willing to spend the money, she naturally doesn't care much—it's not her money anyway.

She turned her head and glanced at the rolled-down car window. A middle-aged man who looked like he couldn't possibly fight and a precocious kid who hadn't even finished high school were sitting one behind the other in the car. The kid looked at the man with disdain, clearly indicating that there was some father-son issue between the two that urgently needed to be resolved.

But that has nothing to do with her.

"Miss. Surtur..." The man's voice hesitated slightly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the last bits of debris on the ground, the remains of Odin's iron mask, and he jumped up suddenly—he might jump out of the car at any moment.

But the woman easily pushed him back into the car with one hand.

"Tell the principal I'll go back a month later." The woman's voice was calm and unyielding. She appeared slender and frail, almost delicate, yet she stood there like a queen.

The brat in the back of the car shifted restlessly. The woman glanced at him, and he didn't dare move again.

"Ah, yes... but why?" the uncle asked instinctively, his gaze struggling to leave the mask.

"Because I'm going to Japan. I'm going to kill a bunch of people, arrest a few, and then bring a pretty girl back to school."

"Just tell it directly that I have an urgent matter and I'm leaving."

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Chapter 103 An Unintentional Act Leads to a Success

It was a long time ago.

One day, at one time, in a place said to be the site of an ancient divine war—a desolate wilderness left behind by the battle between the primordial creator and the primordial giants—a massive rock, as solid as a mountain, trembled slightly.

A crack appeared in the center of the giant rock, and it rapidly expanded in a very short time. Within seconds, the deep fissure had covered the entire rock. Then, with a soft thud, a piece of rock fell to the ground.

After one piece, there's another.

The shattering caused a chain reaction, with a large number of stones falling and crashing to the ground.

"Where... am I?"

Amidst the rubble, the girl opened her eyes. She instinctively looked around, but all she saw was desolation and silence.

There is no one.

There are no animals.

There is no trace of civilization or remnants of living things.

All she could see was a vast, endless wasteland and barren land. Dry, hot, and devoid of any life.

But she didn't feel hot, nor did she feel hungry. All she felt was confusion.

"Who... am I?" The girl blinked her crimson eyes and examined her surroundings. She found a pile of tattered black and gray cloth pieces beside her. They were not aesthetically pleasing, but they were fine for covering her body.

She received no answer; neither the sky nor the earth could respond. Fragments of memories seemed to flood her mind, but upon closer examination, she couldn't discern any specific details.

"I should have a sword," the girl said to herself softly—and immediately the outline and image of a sword appeared in her mind.

It was a greatsword, very large and very long. It had a double hilt, and its structure was somewhat similar to that of a weapon described in fragments of memory German two-handed sword.

What is German style?

—I don't know, I can't remember. It seems to be a country? Hmm... what is a country?

More and more questions are popping into my head, but they don't matter.

There are many things to think about, but actually, many things don't need to be thought about right now.

Because there is only one important and urgent matter.

"My sword is over there." The girl looked in a distant direction, gazing into the distance.

She saw a small dot at the edge of the horizon.

That must be a city.

—What is a city? Hmm...is it a place with lots of people? And what are people? ...Living beings that look similar to me but are different?

—Someone took my sword?

The thought crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it subconsciously.

No one can take my sword away. My sword belongs only to me.

The girl suddenly felt a little impatient, so she took a step. She wasn't wearing shoes, but the gravel and stones couldn't hurt her toes at all.

She walks very fast, each step covering ten times the distance an average person can walk.

But that city was far away from her, perhaps a hundred kilometers away, or maybe two or three hundred.

So the girl continued walking, from day to night. She felt she should perhaps sleep at night, but she felt even more strongly that she should find her sword first.

So she kept walking.

She encountered a sandstorm, so she moved forward by riding the storm and the sand.

She encountered quicksand and underground water veins, so she began to walk along the bedrock at the bottom of the quicksand.

She saw caravans that had died in the wasteland, and the camel caravans and skeletons that had turned to bones. Thanks to them, she obtained a piece of clothing that looked reasonably pleasing to the eye and a cloak to block out the sun.

She encountered bandits who had seized the water source, so when she left, she obtained a familiar camel and some swords that she could temporarily throw.