Marvel's Shendu: Dominating the Multiverse

Chapter 108 The Death of Odin

Late at night, the celebrations ended, and the nobles left the Golden Palace to return to their respective residences, while the warriors returned to their posts to guard Asgard.

Odin sat alone in the side hall, gazing at the night sky outside the window. Loki's words still echoed in his mind: Shendu was in danger, Thor might have been controlled by Shendu, and Shendu might take action against him.

Odin knew Loki might be lying, but he also knew that what Loki said this time was very likely true.

"Father."

Loki's voice came from the doorway, and Odin turned to see Loki walking in with a glass of wine.

"You haven't rested yet." Loki walked to Odin's side and handed her a wine glass. "Have some wine to relax."

Odin took the cup but didn't drink. His gaze towards Loki was complicated: "Loki, why are you telling me all this?"

Loki sat down opposite Odin, his hands clasped on his knees: "Because this is what I owe you."

Odin raised an eyebrow slightly: "You owe me?"

Loki's voice was filled with remorse: "You brought me back from Jotunheim, gave me a home, a name, and everything. I have betrayed you and hurt you, but I have never stopped loving you."

Odin listened in silence, a rare hint of gentleness appearing in his eyes as he looked at Loki: "Loki..."

Loki gestured to the wine glass and said with concern, "Have a drink, Father. You need to relax now."

Odin looked down at the wine glass in his hand. The glass was exquisite, as if Loki had specially chosen it for him. He raised the glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Loki watched Odin finish his drink, a smile playing on his lips.

"Father," Loki stood up, "there is one more thing I need to tell you."

"What is it?"

Loki walked behind Odin, leaned down, and whispered in Odin's ear, "Father, you're getting old. You're too trusting of others."

Odin's pupils contracted, and then he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen as Loki's dagger pierced his body.

The Eternal Spear fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Odin stared down at the dagger in his abdomen, black blood gushing from the wound. He looked up at Loki, his eyes filled with shock and pain: "Loki...you..."

Loki drew his dagger and took a step back, watching Odin slide off his chair and kneel on the ground: "Father, why don't you learn from the past?"

Odin clutched his wound and struggled to lift his head: "Why...why...why..."

Loki coldly looked at Odin, who was in agony on the ground, and said in a cold voice, "Because you will never pass the throne to me. In your eyes, only Thor is worthy of that position, while I will always be the descendant of the frost giants you adopted, and will always be the god of mischief."

Odin's lips moved, but he said nothing. Blood continued to gush from his mouth and the wound; the poison in the wine he had just drunk was already taking effect.

Loki crouched down to Odin's eye level: "Now, I don't need your approval anymore. The Holy Lord promised me that he would help me sit on the throne, and you are just a stumbling block to my ascension to the throne."

A flicker of disbelief crossed Odin's single eye. Holy Lord, all of this was Holy Lord's plan.

"You...you were used by him..." Odin said with difficulty, "He...he won't...give you the throne..."

"Perhaps." Loki stood up and looked down at Odin. "But at least he gave me a chance, while you never did."

Loki turned and walked towards the door, leaving Odin lying alone in a pool of blood: "Father, farewell."

Loki's figure vanished before Odin's eyes. Odin's body began to tremble, and his consciousness began to blur. He wanted to call for help, but he couldn't make a sound. He wanted to pick up the Spear of Eternity from the ground, but he had now lost all his strength.

He could only kneel there and watch his blood spread across the floor.

The father of all gods, the ruler of the nine realms, can now only await death in solitude.

Outside the side hall, Loki leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

His hands were trembling, and the blood on the dagger looked particularly glaring in the dim light.

He killed Odin.

He really killed Odin.

Loki closed his eyes, and countless images flashed through his mind: the first time Odin held him, the way Odin taught him to use magic...

"Are you done?"

The voice of the Holy Lord came from the shadows, and Loki opened his eyes to see a pair of golden vertical pupils floating at the other end of the corridor.

Loki nodded without saying anything.

The Holy Lord walked to Loki's side, looked at the dagger in his hand, and said calmly, "You did very well."

Loki looked up into Shendu's eyes: "You promised me something..."

The Holy Lord interrupted Loki, saying, "I will naturally keep my promise to you. From now on, you are the King of Asgard."

A smile appeared on Luo Jia's lips, but the smile contained no joy, only bitterness.

"Next, you should sit on the throne. I will help you gain the approval of your people and make them loyal only to you." The Holy Lord's voice was devoid of any emotion, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

Loki listened to the Lord's words, a struggle flashing in his eyes. He knew what this meant: all of Asgard would become the Lord's kingdom, and he, Loki, would be nothing more than a puppet placed on the throne by the Lord.

But he has no choice now; he has had no choice since the moment he shook hands with the Lord on the terrace.

"Okay." Loki nodded. "Help me."

The Holy Lord's lips curled up slightly: "No rush. First, let the people of Asgard discover Odin's corpse, enrage them, terrify them, drive them to madness, and then, when they are at their most vulnerable, you step forward and give them a choice: submission or destruction."

Loki looked at the Holy Lord, a nameless fear rising within him; the man before him was terrifying.

"I understand." Loki lowered his head.

The Holy Lord turned and walked towards the end of the corridor, his voice reaching Loki's ears: "Loki, remember this: those who stand in your way on the road to the throne have only one fate: death."

The Holy Lord's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving Loki alone standing in front of the side hall door.

Loki looked down at his hands, which were no longer trembling. He then looked at the door to the side hall, where Odin was still waiting for death alone.

"Those who block the way must die." Loki repeated this sentence, and after confirming that the Holy Lord had completely left, Loki opened the door to the side hall again.

The Holy Lord stood before the throne, looking down at the golden chair. This chair symbolized the power of Asgard, the supreme throne in the Nine Realms. Odin had held this position for thousands of years, and now it was time for a change.