The contract was completed.
Then it swiftly snapped.
If the world were a game, then Odin would undoubtedly have earned the title of fastest turncoat in history. He had truly studied the operating mechanics of Ian-brand Evil God far too thoroughly.
He had successfully exploited a super bug.
Thor did not understand the principle, but Odin and Hela both seemed to understand it very well—as Asgardians aged, they grew stronger. What bound them was never their lifespan, but the ever-accumulating Divine Power within their bodies.
Now.
He had betrayed him the moment the contract was signed.
Odin had directly sent away the excess Divine Power within his body. On the surface, he seemed to have weakened greatly, but in truth, he was now far, far stronger than before.
His body had been unable to bear the burden.
Even if he had too much Divine Power, if he did not dare use it, then it was effectively the same as not having it at all. Unlike now, his body, which had spent years under overload, could fully bear the remaining half of his Divine Power at one hundred percent.
Half of his Divine Power, when it could be brought fully to bear, was already enough to make Odin the supreme powerhouse of the Nine Realms once more. And a body that would not be burst apart by Divine Power also meant he had, in a roundabout way, gained a longer lifespan.
As for exactly how much time it could extend, that depended on whether Odin's skin was thick enough—if his Divine Power accumulated to the point of overload again in the future, he could always play turncoat a few more times and send it away again.
If Odin had no shame.
If he kept jumping back and forth.
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