Odin!

Odin!

The war between Redfire and the Sand Sea still raged on, and the Dark Invasion could not stop the conflict between the two nations either.

Up to this point, the major events occurring on the Legendary Continent had not changed much, and Dawn City could still develop according to plan.

The regular army freely went to help small tribes and neutral territories defend against the Dark Invasion, incidentally enticing them back to Dawn City.

The players accepted commissions to help guard the grand duchy's territory, engaging in passionate and bloody combat.

Everything proceeded in an orderly fashion.

William sat enthroned within the Redfire Kingdom fortress, seemingly idling every day, yet no one noticed that inside his own room, his eyes frequently fell into a daze.

The scene shifted to a handsome man.

He shone with a faint radiance, his temperament resembling a deity descended from the heavens, and every action carried extraordinary charisma.

A deity descended from the heavens?

Actually, that was not wrong.

He was a born deity, and an existence like him was simply unlike the mortals of the world.

He also had a simple name.

That was...

"Odin, now that I've brought you out, why are you still spacing out? Can't you find some fun for yourself?" Tyler's voice suddenly rang out.

Odin glanced at him with a detached expression and couldn't be bothered to speak.

His persona right now was that of an aloof, cold, and extremely arrogant God of Men, and he had to maintain it well!

Yet Tyler, a Legendary-Class Professional who also possessed the bloodline of a Pale Orc, felt nothing, seemingly long accustomed to Odin ignoring him.

Even though he knew he was stronger than Odin, he also understood that the fellow before him would sooner or later become stronger