tkworld Chapter 109 Odin, the King of Gods? Kneel down and beg me to take in your son!
Chapter 109 Odin, the King of Gods? Kneel down and beg me to take in your son!
Chopping wood?
Thor's hands gripped the hammer so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
He felt as if his brain had been repeatedly struck by a heavy hammer all day.
First, he was scolded by an ordinary security guard.
Then he saw his god brother sweeping the yard.
Then, his prized Thor's hammer was disliked as a heavy and noisy renovation tool.
Now, this man actually wants him to stay... to chop wood?
He, the heir of Asgard, the future king of the gods, Thor!
Go chop wood?
This suggestion is even more absurd than asking him to shovel manure in Odin's stables!
"You...you're insulting me! You're insulting all of Asgard!"
Thor's rage finally broke through the dam of reason.
The electricity around him jumped out of control, crackling and popping.
The Mjolnir in his hand hummed, and a destructive azure arc of electricity condensed on its head, echoing its master's rage.
However, faced with this divine power that could level mountains, Lin Fan simply watched it quietly.
His eyes were calm, without a single ripple.
"humiliation?"
Lin Fan shook his head, the matter-of-fact tone infuriating Thor more than any sarcasm.
"No, I'm offering you a job."
"Look, your brother is in charge of sweeping the floor, and you're in charge of chopping wood. When brothers work together, the work isn't tiring."
"From now on, the sanitation and fuel for this yard will all be in your hands. Isn't that great?"
His tone was so natural and sincere, as if it were a perfect solution full of humanistic care and the best of both worlds.
Thor was so enraged by his twisted logic that his chest heaved violently, and he almost had a stroke on the spot.
"I won't chop wood for you!"
He roared, his voice carrying the force of thunder.
"I'm taking my brother away from here! Nobody can stop me!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised Thor's hammer high, and dark clouds appeared in the sky as if summoned, with lightning bolts dancing wildly!
He's going to summon the divine thunder of the Nine Realms!
He wanted to blast this arrogant mortal, along with this eerie courtyard, into cosmic dust!
Father's instructions?
Screw those instructions!
The glory of Asgard must not be tarnished!
But just as he raised the hammer above his head, his divine power surged to its peak.
The world has changed.
There was no earth-shattering pressure, no world-destroying momentum.
Lin Fan didn't even move.
But Thor felt that his "connection" to the world had been severed.
The power of Thor within him ceased to surge, instead drying up instantly like a river whose source had been cut off.
The Mjolnir in his hand let out a mournful cry, and all the electricity and runes on the hammer instantly went out, turning it into a heavy and cold dead object.
Thor held his hammer high, maintaining the lightning-summoning posture, but his entire body was frozen in place.
He was unable to move.
He felt isolated from the whole world.
Space was rejecting him.
Time is abandoning him.
Every particle that makes up his divine body is screaming to tell him one fact—
You are not allowed to use any power in front of this man.
This is not a suppression on the level of power.
This is a kind of...rule-level erasure.
It is the god who sets the rules, delivering a dimensional reduction attack to the insects that break the rules.
Only the Creator God possesses such authority!
Thor's pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, the emotion called "fear" was clearly reflected in his deep blue eyes.
He finally understood.
He finally understood why Loki was so terrified.
In front of this man, these high and mighty "gods" are no different from an ant that can be stepped on at will.
"See, I told you you'd be perfect for chopping wood."
Lin Fan looked at Thor, who was frozen in place, and nodded in satisfaction.
"This posture is very standard and powerful; you can tell at a glance that he's a skilled worker."
He stepped forward and extended his hand.
Under Thor's horrified gaze, he gently and slowly pried open Thor's stiff, tightly gripping fingers, one by one.
Then, he took Thor's hammer down and casually placed it on a nearby stone block with a muffled thud.
"Okay, now you can relax."
The moment Lin Fan finished speaking, the "rules" that enveloped the entire world vanished.
Pfft!
Thor's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
He was panting heavily, his body looking as if he had just been pulled out of the water, cold sweat soaking every inch of his clothes.
He looked at Lin Fan, his eyes no longer filled with anger and defiance, but only with the deepest, most primal reverence that came from the depths of his being.
"Now, can we talk about the specific details of your wood-chopping job?"
Lin Fan squatted down and patted Thor on the shoulder in a friendly manner.
Thor opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
He lost.
The defeat was so complete and so decisive that not even the slightest thought of resistance could be ignited.
In this atmosphere of awkwardness to the point of suffocation, of despair to the point of despair, even the gods bowed their heads.
An old, dignified voice, as if it came from the upper reaches of the river of time, rang out in the small alley.
"Please wait a moment, esteemed powerful figure."
The voice resonated directly in everyone's soul, carrying the weight of time and the majesty of a king.
Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, looked up at the sky.
The space above the alley rippled like the surface of water, and then a beam of light composed of seven rainbows was projected down.
Within the pillar of light, a phantom slowly coalesced.
It was a one-eyed old man dressed in a golden royal robe and wearing a helmet with a single horn.
Holding a golden spear, he sat on a magnificent throne, his gaze fixed precisely on this place across endless time and space.
Odin, the king of the gods of Asgard and the father of the gods!
"Father!"
When Thor saw the phantom, he gasped in shock, his face filled with unbearable shame.
Loki shuddered and instinctively hid the broom behind his back, a comical gesture.
Odin's gaze did not linger on his two good-for-nothing sons.
His single eye locked onto Lin Fan.
With just one glance, even this god-king, who had witnessed the birth and death of the universe, couldn't help but slightly narrow his single eye that could see through all things.
He couldn't see through it.
With his mastery of the World Tree and his command over the Nine Realms, he couldn't see through the true nature of the young man before him.
The other person just squatted there casually, yet it seemed as if they had merged with the great Dao of the entire universe.
He is neither the past nor the future.
He is "now".
Odin realized that he had truly encountered an unimaginable being this time.
"I am Odin of Asgard."
Odin's voice was clearly transmitted through the projection of the Rainbow Bridge, his tone solemn.
"I offer you my sincerest apologies for the recklessness and ignorance of my two sons."
He adopted an extremely humble posture.
This does not stem from fear, but from respect for the "Tao," which is equal to or even higher in level.
Before such an existence, any arrogance of a god-king is the most foolish provocation.
Lin Fan stood up, dusted off his hands, looked up at the Odin projection in the sky, and pursed his lips.
"Remote video call?"
"Sure, the signal in Asgard is pretty good."