Before returning to New York, Godwyn had a very important thing to do. He left Thalia and Mimir waiting for him and walked towards Yggdrasill, the World Tree. Under Thalia's surprised eyes, Godwyn simply entered the tree, as if he had stepped into a puddle of water.
Godwyn didn't know what Thalia would think; he had already arrived in a chaotic and colorful space. There was no floor, ceiling, or walls, just the vacuum of space. In the center of this vacuum, a being could be seen sitting in what looked like a puddle of colorful water.
She was about twenty years old, a young woman full of energy, but the vicissitudes in her eyes showed that the young woman was terribly old. Her pale white hair fell down her back while translucent wings could be seen emerging from her back.
Her skin was what caught attention; it was a very beautiful pale blue tone. However, if you looked closely at her skin, you would see cracks all over her body.
In terms of beauty, the woman before Godwyn was surprisingly normal; there was no beauty capable of toppling entire kingdoms or a divine beauty. She looked like a normal human woman like any other.
But she had an elegant, noble, and graceful aura that surpassed any goddess he had seen in his life.
"Yggdrasill, you are as beautiful as ever." Godwyn did not hesitate to praise the incarnation of the world tree. Even though many might find Yggdrasill normal, he felt that Yggdrasill's beauty was not in her appearance, but in her elegant and graceful aura.
Yggdrasill smiled, despite her cold and indifferent expression, something Godwyn could understand. If you spent billions of years alone with no one to talk to, he would also become cold and indifferent. He was still surprised that Yggdrasill could still smile despite being as lonely as ever.
"You are dying." Seeing the crack in Yggdrasill's skin, the smile on Godwyn's face disappeared. Odin's extraction of the world tree's sap was killing the world tree. Many might think that Odin was foolish enough to kill the pillar that supported the entire Pantheon?
Godwyn knew that it wasn't that Odin didn't see the harm he was doing to the World Tree, but the Valhalla Hotel, which was linked to Yggdrasill, could only be sustained by the sap of the world tree, a liquid capable of rebuilding the bodies of dead demigods.
Without it, Odin's army simply could not exist, even if there was Bifrost's energy to help in the reconstruction of the Einherjar's bodies, the sap of the world tree was still the main ingredient of the recipe.
At the same time, the sap of the World Tree also served for travel between the Nine Realms, being the safest way to go to other worlds.
"It will be my tenth death, it's no big deal." Surprisingly, Yggdrasill seemed not to care about her own death. But her words surprised Godwyn to the extreme.
Tenth death…
"Does that mean the Nine Realms have been destroyed by Ragnarok nine times?" Godwyn asked in a solemn tone.
Yggdrasill nodded with an indifferent expression, her blue eyes staring at the puddle of colorful water, where nine dimensions could be seen superimposed one above the other. It was the Norse Pantheon of the Nine Worlds.
Taking a deep breath, Godwyn felt he understood a little why Odin was so insane to the point of doing anything to prevent Ragnarok. Although he doubted that Odin had the memories of his nine lives, Godwyn could presume that he retained some fragments of those nine lives.
"I know your purpose, Godwyn." Yggdrasill raised her gaze and stared at Godwyn with a calm and serene look. "I can help, I just ask that you take better care of my next reincarnation."
Reincarnation was not surprising for gods or powerful beings; Eros was an example of this kind of thing. The Primordial God of Love simply reincarnated as Aphrodite's son, Cupid.
"Are you sure about this? This object is your survival in the next life cycle." Godwyn asked in a solemn tone. This object was not normal; entire pantheons would go to war if they knew he had this item.
A smile appeared on the pale and sickly lips of the woman who personified Yggdrasill. "Your asking this shows that I am sure of my choice."
She looked at Godwyn with a satisfied look. The greatest anomaly in this tenth era was the boy before her. Born with the blessing of the universe and granted a large part of the Authority of Death. At the same time, she was tired; she wanted to die as soon as possible to revive at her peak.
Godwyn was perfect for the role of her guardian until she germinated and was born again.
"You will no longer be Yggdrasill, incarnate as The Erdtree, the tree that represents my Golden Order, the greatest symbol of hope, royalty, nobility, and honor." Godwyn said in a calm tone. Why was Godwyn confident in creating his own Pantheon?
He would simply steal the most valuable object of the Norse Pantheon, the Seed of the World Tree!
What would happen to the Norse Pantheon if he stole the Seed of the World Tree? Simple, it would become fragile and easily invaded by any other pantheon. However, Godwyn did not plan to spare this pantheon from destruction.
Godwyn's own Pantheon needed to eat to grow strong quickly; nothing more suitable than swallowing another powerful pantheon like the Norse Pantheon.
As for what would happen to the living gods after Ragnarok, he was not worried; he would simply accept everyone into his new pantheon, although these old gods would never be at the core of the Golden Order Pantheon's power.
The New Gods, who ascended from humans, would be Godwyn's main source of power. Of course, goddesses like Frigg, Hela, Freya, and gods like Tyr, Freyr, Baldur, and Godwyn's other brothers would still be the same; he would accept them without any hesitation.
Mortal races would also be accepted, which would spare Godwyn from creating new creatures on a large scale, saving him many headaches, although he would still create new creatures for his pantheon to have its own identity.
As for the rest, Godwyn would coldly watch them die in Ragnarok. Godwyn promised the greatest revenge a god has ever seen in this universe. Nothing more vengeful than destroying what Odin so cherished.
"Erdtree? That's a good name." Yggdrasill was more than happy to become something other than what she was. She was too tired to continue; she had already died nine times and reincarnated nine times.
Godwyn's birth was her hope to finally break this cycle of birth, death, and rebirth.
"Do you want any specific divine position when the Pantheon is created?" Godwyn asked, approaching Yggdrasill, who also stood up and stood before Godwyn with a calm and indifferent expression.
"Just give me what you think is most suitable." Yggdrasill said in an indifferent tone. She really didn't care about such a thing. Being a goddess was not something she truly aspired to.
Godwyn nodded, and under Yggdrasill's calm eyes, he raised his hand and simply pierced her heart, sinking his hand into her flesh and blood.
A green liquid flowed from the wound, and with a pull, Godwyn removed his hand from Yggdrasill's chest. Along with his hand, there was a pulsating heart in his hand.
Just like the space around it, the heart was colorful, tinged with blue, purple, red, and pink. Godwyn seemed to see an entire universe in his hand, and it truly was.
If any other Pantheon devoured the heart in his hand, it would practically strengthen itself dozens or hundreds of times. That's why Godwyn knew that all Pantheons would go to war with him to obtain the Seed of the World Tree.
Looking at Yggdrasill, whose face was even paler and more morbid, a look of pity flashed in Godwyn's eyes. He really didn't want to hurt this woman, who had always suffered for countless ages.
"I'm fine, I just need to rest to recover." Noticing his gaze, a fragile and delicate smile appeared on Yggdrasill's lips. She had to admit, having another being who cared about her was truly comforting.
"When you create your Pantheon, don't hesitate to make my new self devour me completely. I will not resist and will accept being devoured." Yggdrasill said in a soft tone; she knew more than anyone that her future self would need a lot of nutrients to grow strong and healthy.
Because of this, Yggdrasill would open her arms and accept being devoured until she truly died.
"Will you suffer a lot?" Godwyn asked in a concerned tone, but Yggdrasill just shook her head.
"With my current injuries, I will already be dead in a few years; only my body will remain." Yggdrasill said in a soft tone. Yes, she was already dying when the Seed of the World Tree was torn from her.
Godwyn looked at Yggdrasill with a complicated gaze. Many people really died to complete my revenge...
"Go, your companions are waiting for you." Yggdrasill said as she sat back down and observed the nine worlds again.
Godwyn took one last look at the elegant and noble figure sitting in the vacuum of space and turned, leaving behind the personification of the World Tree.
"I'm finally free..." Before leaving, Godwyn heard the whisper full of relief and gratitude.
"Your sacrifice will not be in vain." Godwyn murmured with a determined look.
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