Besides, the Myriad Worlds had been exploited by us for so long. All the resources worth gathering were already in our hands, so what did we have to fear? The gods of every faction could set aside their previous prejudices, cooperate once more, eliminate the hidden threat, and establish new rules for the Myriad Worlds. That would not be difficult. Perhaps after this accident, we might even obtain more resources.
Hera's words enlightened Zeus, and he immediately gathered the gods of Olympus to discuss what came next.
Asgard.
Within an ancient, towering Western-style palace, numerous Northern European gods knelt before Odin.
Among them stood a young man with bulging muscles and a powerful aura, gripping a hammer in his hand, his face filled with indignation.
"Father, let me handle this. Ever since that great war ended, Asgard has received extremely few resources. We still need to build city walls and safeguard the Myriad Worlds. Yet the Heavenly Emperor faction, which holds the most resources, has proven the most disappointing. They could not even handle something as simple as guarding someone incapable of fighting back."
"Yes, Father. Big Brother is right."
A well-proportioned, somewhat lean god stood beside the burly man.
Who else could these two brothers be but Thor and Loki?
"Several of my children clearly died in that war thousands of years ago, yet the resources we received are still so scarce. I have long been dissatisfied. They hold so many resources, yet cannot even manage such a trivial matter. Why don't we rise up and replace them?"
"That pampered bunch of fools has probably long forgotten how to fight."
Upon the throne, a slightly plump yet imposing middle-aged man stared coldly at the scepter in his hand, lost in deep thought.
He was conflicted.
The chaos across the