There were downsides to being reckless, but who said recklessness had no benefits?
Wasn't this a benefit right here?
At the very least, after being reckless this time, Lake had gained a comprehensive—one could even say 360-degree—understanding of Odin's strength.
Odin in his normal state was evenly matched with him.
Odin in battle had combat power equal to his while wearing the God Cloth.
Odin after powering up...
Uh...
To be honest, in the World Tree Universe, Lake could only guarantee that Odin wouldn't kill him.
But that wasn't a problem.
How many more times could Odin power up now?
Three?
Four?
Or five?
Besides.
Lake was fighting on foreign soil this time. This was Odin's home turf. Lake was confident that if Odin fought him in his Chaos Universe, then even a powered-up Odin wouldn't be able to escape him.
It was just that...
Lake sighed. "Looks like I can never trick Odin into leaving the World Tree again."
Hermione rolled her eyes at Lake. "Whose fault is that? Who told you to be so reckless?"
They had clearly agreed beforehand.
He wasn't to fight Odin head-on. Even if he did, he was supposed to give Odin some sweetness—or rather, give Odin the illusion that Lake was strong, but weak in comparison to him. Weak enough that even if Lake appeared in the outside universe, Odin could chase after him and finish him off directly.
But what happened?
Lake had gone too far.
Lake curled his lips. "If I can beat him, why should I give him anything?"
Hermione said, exasperated and amused, "Then why were you having such a great time playing with Mephisto?"
"That's different."
"How is it different?"
"I like Mephisto."
"..."
Hearing this, Hermione rolled her eyes at Lake. "So, after getting so many sisters