"Hmm? Ah!!!!"
The instant the Soul Seed's control was lifted, O'Neal felt a bone-chilling coldness. Overwhelming grief instantly engulfed his soul.
The Soul Seed's control didn't erase memories; it simply made the person put their master first in everything. So O'Neal remembered everything that had happened during that time clearly. He had killed his own family and friends with his own hands.
"Odin!!!"
His anguished roar rang through the entire palace. O'Neal, driven mad with grief, lunged at Odin without a second thought. But compared to Odin, his strength was like a moth flying into a flame. He was subdued in moments.
"How does it feel? Isn't it interesting?"
Odin was very pleased with O'Neal's reaction. He used Divine Power to seal away all of O'Neal's abilities, then conjured a rope, tied him up, and hung him upside down from a tree.
"Bastard! Demon! Devil! You..."
O'Neal, on the verge of collapse, kept roaring and cursing. All kinds of words he'd never said before poured from his mouth.
But Odin wasn't angry in the slightest. Instead, he conjured a recliner, lay down on it in silence, and listened to the curses. Watching O'Neal rant helplessly, his expression was filled with satisfaction.
After an unknown amount of time, Odin stretched contentedly, rose, and slowly left.
After Odin was gone, O'Neal stared blankly into the distance, his expression full of bewilderment as tears streamed down his face.
The next day, Odin returned to the tree, eager to enjoy himself again...
"Odin, you're truly arrogant!"
O'Neal spoke in a cold voice. There was no anger or grief in it, only calm.
"Hmm? What did you say?"
Odin's expression darkened at once. A blood-red glow appeared in his eyes as he stared fixedly at O'Neal.
"When the Pope summoned a divine projection from the