Chapter 225: Chapter 51 Mimir’s Skull_3


    “…”


    “…Step”


    “Step step——”


    Soon, the sound of footsteps grew from quiet to loud,ing from the passageway, and Laine’s figure quickly appeared here.


    Entering the grand hall, Mimir immediately looked towards this unfamiliar deity, but Laine did not look back at him.


    What directly attracted Laine’s gaze was not the immense head, but rather a me that provided light to the entire hall.


    It flickered in midair, using the void as its fuel, and burned eternally unchanged. Laine could feel that this me was extraordinary.


    “This is an undying me born in Muspelheim, the Country of mes, one of the two most primal realms among the nine major worlds; the mes of thatnd often possess some exceptional powers.”


    “Even if the very essence of Asgard has ‘died,’ it remains unaffected and continues to burn. In contrast, those outside have long since been extinguished.”


    A deep, aged voice spoke up, exining the origins of the me before him to Laine. As expected, the robed deity shifted his gaze in the direction of the speaker.


    “A head, but with life sealed within. I must say, your manner of existence is quite interesting.”


    Calm in demeanor, Laine sensed traces in Mimir’s skull that were somewhat simr to witchcraft.


    Compared to the still-primitive Chaos, the nine great worlds that had gone through prosperity to destruction evidently had a splendid civilization, and magic was one of its most dazzling gems.


    Even the war between Asgard and Vanaheim stemmed from this—the Vanir goddess Gullveig came to visit Odin.


    Her words showed no respect for the Divine King, and ording toter legends, it is said she came to boast of her magic power, or to argue which of the two deity races deserved more worship from humans. In the end, when Odin felt offended, he was the first to hurl his spear at her, and the gods all took their turn attacking her, but to no avail.


    They killed the goddess three times, but she resurrected herself three times using the power of magic. Ultimately, Gullveig strode back to Vanaheim, sparking the war between the two great realms.


    “Heh, those are just some old events. If possible, I wouldn’t want to continue in this state either.”


    Trying to show a friendly smile, what appeared on Mimir’s face instead seemed fierce and frightening.


    “Strange deity, I don’t know where youe from, or why you havee to Asgard’s Golden Pce? Perhaps I can offer you some assistance.”


    Without expressing any opinion on the giant’s words, but considering that the other party was indeed more familiar with this ce, Laine asked:


    “I am here to find what the owner left behind, as well as the source of the Rune Symbols engraved on the pce.”


    “And… what happened here, and where did the original owners go?”


    His heart stirring, Mimir quickly picked up on the key information from Laine’s words. He seemed to have never heard of the existence of the Divine King Odin, nor knew the name of the Rune Symbols.


    Any deity from the nine worlds couldn’t possibly be so ignorant, perhaps…


    “Of course, what you seek is all in the treasury left by the Divine King; I know where it is and can show you the way there.”


    The smile on Mimir’s skull became even brighter—he felt he finally had hope of leaving.


    “However, the vault has been sealed; without the correct method of opening it, its contents will scatter into the void, never to be found again. I can try to help you think of a way to open it, as I understand the owner of this ce, but it will take some time.”


    “As for why this ce has be like this, I’m sorry, I am not very clear either.”


    “Not clear?”


    Raising an eyebrow, Laine said:


    “As a part of this ce, you’re not aware of what has happened to your own location?”


    “Yes, I can exin the specific situation to you one by one.”


    “Then let’s talk on the way. You guide me, and before we find that vault, you can recount your past as much as you like.”


    With a wave of his long sleeve, Laine gathered the undying bright me into his sleeve, then had the tray holding Mimir’s skulle to his side.


    As a Titan, Mimir’s head was still several timesrger than a normal person’s after being processed with rituals and herbs; it looked strangely eerie.


    “As you wish, I will recount the past to you.”


    Having agreed, Mimir pointed in a direction and then began to tell Laine of his experiences.


    Walking on the road to the vault and listening to the head’s narrative, Laine gradually came to understand the history of this ce.


    Most of the history of Asgard was simr toter myths, with only some parts deliberately obscured or misinterpreted by Mimir, who also ckened the existence of some gods. Still, Laine,paring it to the ounts in Scandinavian mythology, easily distinguished the truth from the falsehoods.


    However, he kept a poker face and didn’t point out any issues; instead, he continued to y the role of an Outer Deity who knew nothing of thisnd.


    The original life of the world, the Titan Ymir was born at the intersection of ice and fire; the birth of the World Tree; the appearance of the nine realms; and even the elves, dwarves, titans… it was all no different from mythology, until the Twilight of the Gods came.


    Unlike the records ofter generations, this time, faced with the inevitable disaster, the gods did not ept their fate passively but tried all kinds of resistance. Ultimately, before the twilight was upon them, the Divine King Odin seemed to have truly found a solution, or perhaps discovered something unexpected.


    In any case, he secretly gathered the gods, but this time the assembly didn’t ur within the Golden Pce, so Mimir didn’t know what they discussed.


    After the assembly, Odin briefly returned to the pce, then left the Golden Pce alone; the other gods also departed one after another.


    What followed was the disintegration of the roots, the copse of the World Tree, the disintegration of the nine realms, and everything fell into oblivion.


    ording to Mimir, all this happened around seventy to eighty thousand years ago.


    “Seventy to eighty thousand years… ago?!”


    Hemitted the number firmly to memory, and a ridiculous hunch began to take shape in Laine’s mind, but he immediately pushed it aside. Not just because Mimir’s narration hade to an end, but because he had arrived at his destination.


    “Is this the treasure vault of the Golden Pce, the Divine King’s treasury?”


    Looking at everything before him, Laine was somewhat skeptical.


    “Of course, actually there are many vaults in the Golden Pce, but this is the most crucial one, also the only one that still exists. The rest, even if the vaults themselves are still intact, the treasures inside them have probably, like themon extinguished Immortal me in the Golden Pce, lost all their power.”


    “However, to open it, the correct method is still required, otherwise, once the vault copses on itself, then nothing will be gained.”