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"It seems you already have a plan. Why don't you tell us what you have in mind?" Odin said.

"Then I'll be blunt." Ian nodded. "The plan is actually very simple: train enough powerful warriors to face the future convergence of those universes and dimensions. Put simply, neither of you can die. Not only must you survive, you must also become stronger."

"That sounds easier said than done," Odin replied.

"How so?" In most of the futures he had seen, this family had long since perished, so he did not know much about them.

Of course, that did not include the powerful variants he had seen in some of the universes that had fused with this timeline.

However, considering the vastness of the Multiverse, he could not expect those variants to provide accurate information.

Odin looked at Frigga, who nodded.

"I was raised by witches, and they firmly believed in following the natural laws of the universe," she explained. "Many of my abilities stem from that belief. If I changed my destiny, I would violate those natural laws and lose much of my power."

"As for me..." Odin added, pausing briefly. "My body is already on the verge of collapse. It has reached the point where even the Infinity Stones can no longer help me."

Ian frowned. "May I ask whether your ideological connection with these witches is impossible to sever?" He could not be as direct as he was with the mages from his homeland, so he had to choose his words carefully.

"Yes."

Ian's brow furrowed.

"But if it can save my children, I'm willing to give it up."

Ian breathed a sigh of relief. If this Asgardian queen chose to stubbornly cling to her convictions, he suspected that nothing he said could change her mind or personal