"Only a god like me, one who can continuously increase his power through fear, could keep his own strength and physical might forever ahead of the divine power boost granted by the All-Father's throne." Looking at All-Father Odin slumped on the ground, Cul continued with a face full of disdain.
"If I had served as Asgard's All-Father for thousands of years and had not been overthrown by you, boy, my strength now would be countless times greater than yours! And I would never be like you, with such an old, decrepit body. I would possess the unmatched combat power of a true aged Asgardian All-Father, becoming the true King of Gods in one stroke! King of all Gods! Supreme King!"
"Right! Come to think of it, that little girl with the death divinity is the same as me. She likewise has the qualifications to become Asgard's All-Father. At the very least, she is more suited than you—and that son beside you who possesses the thunder god divinity!"
"But because you took the throne illegitimately, you know nothing of the true secrets of Asgard's All-Father seat. To think you could make the same mistake twice. How laughable! I did the math. If this Goddess of Death had successfully become Asgard's All-Father, with her age and the support of her divinity, her current strength would have long since surpassed yours."
"Perhaps by then, a portion of Asgard would have turned into a land of death, and the living might have had to deal with the dead every day. But at least Asgard then would be stronger than it is now, and more prosperous! Odin, you destroyed Asgard's future with your own hands! Twice!"
"Look at what Asgard became under your rule. Do you still remember how many Sub-Skyfather-level powerhouses Asgard had under