Perhaps Odin existed in other universes as well.
But...
No matter which universe it was, one thing was beyond doubt: simply based on Odin killing his wife and imprisoning his daughter, not to mention watching one of his wives die, Odin was unquestionably the most pathetic King of Gods in history.
What did it mean to be the King of Gods?
The gods' power—he bestowed it!
The gods' lives—he granted them!
The gods' life and death—he controlled them!
That was what a true King of Gods was. Within his Divine Kingdom, let alone a single dead god—even if all the gods died, as long as the King of Gods wished it, he could bring them back from the underworld with a single thought.
Because the King of Gods also controlled his own underworld!
But what about Odin?
Forget it.
I won't say anything more.
Every time Lake thought of the most pathetic King of Gods in history, he felt the urge to change his own title. But whenever he thought about coming up with a name, Lake got a headache.
There was nothing he could do.
This might have been a side effect of Pallas's voice at the time.
Whenever Pallas's birthday came around, Lake felt a dull ache in his skull.
It was better to focus on the matter at hand.
"Vivi."
After Lake and Vivian got dressed, they sat on the ground beneath the Great Kui Tree like they were camping. Drinking the coffee in their hands, Lake looked at Vivian curiously. "What kind of terms did Hell promise you?"
Vivian looked at Lake. "You came looking for me because of this, didn't you?"
Lake nodded. "Yes."
A trace of surprise flashed through Vivian's eyes!
Lake smiled. "You thought I would lie to you? No, Vivi. I've told