Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The thought had barely crossed their minds when the figure clad in silver armor on the cliff spoke.

The voice was like a drawn sword, carrying a metallic chill.

“Uld, Skuld, come back when you’ve had your fun.”

"Odin's feast is about to begin; don't keep him waiting too long."

Verdandi's voice was full of impatience, as if looking at Lin Qiye and the others was a waste of time.

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, suppressing the feeling of being schemed against.

Regardless of whether it's a trap or not, he came for only one purpose.

“Three goddesses,” he stepped forward, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone’s ears.

"I've come here to ask you to save someone."

Wu Hen froze behind him, and muttered, "Old Lin, are you crazy? Begging them at this critical moment?"

Lin Qiye ignored him.

He knew this was his only chance; if he missed today,

We may never see these three elusive gods of fate again.

"Save people?" Verdandi scoffed from the cliff, as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"What makes you think you have the right to make demands of us?"

Lin Qiye didn't look at her; his gaze was fixed on the first person he saw, the washerwoman Urd.

"Her name is Jialan. She is trapped in the cracks of time, and her soul is about to dissipate."

“You are the masters of fate, only you can bring her back from the past.”

Urd's expression remained unchanged; her eyes, which had seen through the ages, held only a deathly stillness.

"No." She uttered two words, crisp and decisive, like two stones hitting ice.

Lin Qiye's heart sank: "Why?"

"Because her fate has already been written, and the ending is to vanish."

"The past is a fact that has already happened and cannot be changed, not even by God."

Urd's tone was calm to the point of cruelty: "I only record the past, I don't rewrite the script."

"This is the rule."

"Rules?" Lin Qiye clenched his fist, his nails digging deep into his palm.

"A vibrant life, in your eyes, is nothing more than a completed script?"

"if not?"

This time it was Verdandi who spoke, her eyes filled with condescending disdain.

What do the lives and deaths of mortals have to do with us?

"Who do you think you are, a blasphemer stained with filth, daring to negotiate with us?"

A bucket of ice water was poured over his head, and the flame of hope that had been ignited in Lin Qiye's heart was extinguished with a "poof".

He was silent.

Wu Hen sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "Alright, Lao Lin, there's no point in talking to these high and mighty people."

"If they won't help, we'll figure it out ourselves."

Si Xiaonan stood to the side, her face pale, wanting to say something, but unable to utter a single word.

She knew that once Urd said "no," it was absolute, with no room for negotiation.

The atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Just as Lin Qiye was about to turn and leave, filled with resentment,

Shikoti, who had been holding and rubbing Mumu, suddenly exclaimed "Eh!"

She released Mumu from her arms, ran to the edge of the cliff, looked up, and stared blankly at the sky.

"Sister, look."

Skuld pointed to the western horizon, a hint of confusion in her voice.

"Why is dusk red?"

Everyone looked up subconsciously.

What should have been a golden sunset glow now looked like it had been splashed with a bucket of blood.

A strange, ominous crimson color was spreading across the entire sky at a visible speed.

The red liquid was so thick it looked like undissolved blood plasma, and even the wind carrying it had a faint smell of rust.

Verdandi's arrogance vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

For the first time, a crack appeared on Urd's perpetually icy face; her pupils contracted sharply as she stared intently at the blood-red stain.

"...It is a sign of 'Ragnarok'."

Urd's voice was dry and hoarse, as if every word was being forced out of his throat, "The color of the apocalypse."

Verdandy's veins bulged on the back of her hand gripping the broadsword as she shouted sharply, "How is this possible! The day predicted..."

"It'll be a long time! What...what triggered it?!"

"I have no idea……"

Skadi's body began to tremble, and for the first time, terror appeared in her eyes, which could see into the future.

"The future... the future is in chaos! A force, like a pair of scissors, has severed the threads of fate we've woven!"

She turned her head sharply, her gaze like two sharp swords, fixed on Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

"It's you!" Skuld screamed, her voice shrill.

"The source of this power is right beside you! You brought it to Asgard!"

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen were both taken aback.

"Little girl, don't make false accusations!" Wu Hen immediately retorted.

"We've just arrived, we haven't even had a chance to sit down properly, how could we possibly have the ability to poke a hole in your sky?"

Skadi seemed not to hear him. She stared intently at Lin Qiye, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and confusion.

"No... I can't see it... I can feel that power within you, but I can't see what it is!"

She retreated as if she had seen a ghost, saying, "There's... a shadow I can't see next to you!"

"What did you say?!"

Verdandi stepped off the cliff and instantly appeared

Before Lin Qiye, the broadsword in his hand burst forth with dazzling golden light, its tip pointing directly at his throat.

"Speak! What else are you hiding? What exactly did you bring to Asgard?!"

The cold sword energy cut Lin Qiye's skin painfully, but like Wu Hen, his mind was blank.

They did nothing.

But why did this earth-shattering phenomenon appear right after they arrived?

And why is it that even the goddess who controls the future says the source lies with them?

Urd's figure flashed and appeared beside Verdandi.

Her gaze was no longer calm, but filled with scrutiny and hostility.

“Now is not the time to pursue this,” Urd said in a deep voice.

"With dusk arriving early, the foundations of the World Tree will be shaken. We must return immediately to guard the Fountain of Destiny!"

Verdandi glared fiercely at Lin Qiye, then reluctantly sheathed her broadsword.

"Consider yourselves lucky," she scoffed.

"We'll settle this score with you after we've dealt with this matter!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the three goddesses transformed into three streaks of light and vanished from their spot in an instant, as if they had never existed.

Only Lin Qiye, Wu Hen, and Si Xiaonan remained, standing there in a daze.

The blood-red sunset completely swallowed the sky, shrouding the entire valley in a suffocating crimson.

All sounds are silent.

Lin Qiye could sense that beneath that eerie red light,

Something he had been deliberately ignoring, something he himself couldn't fully control, was quietly awakening.