Saint Seiya Evil Skull

On this day, sunlight filtered through the clouds, shimmering down upon Alberich's magnificent castle, bathing it in a golden glow. Within the castle's spacious and magnificent hall, Alberich stood before his throne, solemnly awaiting his summons—Badr, the God Warrior of the Treetop Condor.

Not long after, Balder entered the hall with steady steps. He was no longer wearing the divine robe symbolizing glory and power, but rather an ordinary green training suit. Without the divine robe, Balder looked somewhat dazed. His silver-white hair draped casually over his shoulders, fluttering gently in the breeze, and he bore a striking resemblance to Hilda and Alberich.

Yet, despite his somewhat naive appearance, Balder's handsome features remained striking. His high nose, deep eyes, and sharply defined chin all accentuated his handsome demeanor. Judging solely by his appearance, it would be hard to imagine that such an ordinary-looking young man could be a powerful God Warrior, one ranked among the foremost among them.

In terms of people of the same age group, apart from the now extremely powerful Albelisi, I am afraid that only Miimei can compete with Bader.

"Greetings, Lord Albelisi! It turns out that your hair has really turned silver-white. I wonder why you called me here." Balder saluted and said to Albelisi.

Aluberisi stood quietly without saying a word. He slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then began to mobilize the powerful force hidden in his body - the microcosm, and gathered the microcosm into his eyes, as if two dazzling stars were embedded in his eye sockets.

Albelisi's eyes snapped open, and his gaze, like twin bolts of lightning, shot straight at Balder. Through his piercing gaze, he could clearly see Balder's scarred body. Every wound, every bruise was visible, a sight that was heartbreaking.

Fortunately, in recent years, Asgard has been immersed in a relatively peaceful and prosperous atmosphere. Here, both the brave and fearless God Warriors and the ordinary people of Asgard have ushered in a happy time of worry-free food and clothing, living and working in peace and contentment.

This favorable environment has brought about profound changes. First, people's quality of life has been significantly improved. No longer needing to worry about food and clothing, they can fully enjoy the pleasures of life. Second, even the conditions for recovery from injury have improved significantly compared to the past.

Take Balder, for example. Adequate and high-quality nutrition allowed his severely injured body to quickly heal from its injuries. You know, in the past, during the difficult times of scarcity, obtaining sufficient nutrition to nourish the body was not an easy task. But now, the situation is completely different.

Furthermore, Balder no longer had to bear the immense pressure of the past alone. Once, all the difficulties and pressures fell almost entirely on his shoulders, but now, every household in his village lived in a villa, leading a prosperous and fulfilling life, and surrounded by many friends, which undoubtedly greatly alleviated the heavy burden on his body and mind.

It's particularly noteworthy that, with the rapid development of the Asgardian Pharmacy Research Institute, a variety of miraculous recovery potions have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, and have been widely developed and put into practical use. Asgardian combatants regularly receive free potions from the Pharmacy Research Institute, and the God Warriors receive an unlimited supply. Even though Balder, due to his immortality, uses less, he consumes most of the unused potions from the Pharmacy Research Institute, adhering to the principle of not wasting them.

Because of this, Bader's old injuries and stubborn diseases left over from long-term hard training and fierce fighting were finally relieved to a certain extent!

Overall, although Balder still suffered a lot of injuries, the situation was far less serious than described in the original book, which made Albelisi feel a little relieved.

As for which god among the Aesir chose and cursed Balder, since Alberisi was not familiar with his own gods and knew very little about their own unique microcosms, he had no way of telling who had done this cruel thing.

Alberich could only make a rough guess based on the general situation. Judging from the mysterious and powerful fluctuations of the microcosmic energy, its intensity seemed even greater than his own. Considering the current difficult situation faced by the Aesir, it was most likely inextricably linked to the almighty God King Odin!

"Do you know which god chose you?" Alberich didn't respond to Balder's question about his hair color, but instead asked directly. "Hmph, as the leader of Asgard, I just want to change my hair color. Do I have to report it to all of you guys one by one?"

"Isn't it the God-King Odin?" Balder asked suspiciously. Balder's sudden question stunned Albelici. How should he respond? Should he say yes or no? For a moment, Albelici was caught in an awkward dilemma.

"Then have you ever seen the true appearance of the god who chose you?" After calming down a little, Arubelici asked again.

"No, I was just chosen by the gods in my dream. I heard the other party's voice and talked with him, but I didn't see his real body." Balder thought for a while and replied.

"Yes, given the other party's caution, how could he easily reveal his identity?" Aluberisi came back to his senses.

"If I were to tell you honestly right now, although you have been favored by the gods and granted what the world considers immortality, this is in fact nothing more than a vicious curse bestowed upon you by the gods. This so-called immortality is actually achieved at the cost of constantly eroding your vitality and potential for cultivation.

"Admittedly, you still appear to be formidable, but this is more like a reckless overexertion. Once your vitality and potential can no longer sustain such a massive expenditure, your end will be imminent. Even though your body is already covered in wounds, if you don't carefully nurse them back, these injuries will eventually erupt like a volcanic eruption," Albelisi bluntly stated to Balder.

Balder was initially slightly surprised by Albelisi's blunt and unsparing revelation of his predicament. But after a moment, he quickly regained his composure and returned to his usual calm demeanor, as if he had already accepted this harsh reality.

"You don't seem surprised? Did you know this a long time ago?" Arubelisi looked at Balder with surprise and couldn't help asking. He had originally thought that Balder would be shocked like everyone else after hearing such news, but the scene before him was completely beyond his expectations.

Balder smiled faintly and replied calmly, "That's not the case. I only just heard about this matter from you, sir, and I know the reason behind it. However, I believe that everything in this world has its cause and effect; there are gains and losses. Since I can gain powerful strength so easily, it is only natural that I have to pay a certain price for it. Also, I have to thank you for sharing my true physical condition this time, sir, so that I can prepare in advance and avoid unnecessary overuse of this immortal body."

After hearing Bader's words, Arubelisi was stunned, unsure how to respond. He muttered to himself, "This guy has already figured out what to do next. There's no need for me to persuade him. I've lost my last chance as a leader!"

After a long moment, Albelisi slowly said, "You're quite open-minded!" However, after he finished speaking, silence fell between the two of them once again. The atmosphere grew heavy, as if the air around them had frozen.