There were thousands upon thousands of corpses on the ground. He was the only one alive amongst them.
How come he was the only one who was still alive? He didn’t know himself. But the one thing he did know, was the fact that he was going to die in a few moments. His heart was pierced multiple times, so that much was obvious. Actually, he wasn’t too surprised at the fact that he was still alive. He was a god after all. Even if he could die from wounds like a normal man, it would shame the immortal family if he died from a single stab.
His breath started to get more ragged, and he convulsed in pain. It was almost time for him to go. He only had a few minutes left… He tightly gripped his broken spear, bracing himself for his death.
As the king of the gods, he refused to die like a helpless fool. No, he was going to die like a warrior, being the god of battle he was.
In the distance, he saw someone walk towards him. Who was the man? There should be no one alive here right now… was he an ally? An enemy? The man who approached him wore a white robe, and didn’t seem to have anything on himself. But looks could be deceiving, he knew.
He tried to lift the spear, but then grunted in pain, and let go. Was the spear that heavy before? Or was he just losing strength? After a while, he gave up. According to his calculations, he was going to die in about a minute. There was no point in trying to fight the man.
The man in white loomed over him. What was the man’s purpose? The man in question opened his mouth, and spoke for the first time: “It is not time for you to die yet. Ragnarok is not over.” That was the last thing he, Odin, remembered before he lost consciousness…
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Strangely, the place Odin woke up in was the place where he lay, dying. He seemed to be restored to his full condition, and the fortress of the gods retained all its former glory. It was chipped in some places, as if it was abandoned for thousands of years, but it was still in much better condition than the fortress he saw last.
What was going on? He could only speculate that this had something to do with that robed man. He had better gather information… He wanted to know what was happening, so that he could at least form a hypothesis about what was happening.
“Hugin! Munin!” Odin shouted at the top of his lungs. Yet, nothing came. What the hell was keeping those things?!
No matter, he had better do this himself. Odin walked up to his throne. Strange, was the throne always this big? Meh, another mystery to solve at another time.
Odin climbed up the throne. His throne, Hlidskjalf, had the ability to let the one using it be able to see everything in the world. Using this, Odin began observing the people, in order to gain some information about them.
Odin began his observations by preying his eyes unto villages. Villages contained little information, but it was the first settlement he found, so why not.
He began his research by going inside the tavern. Taverns were usually where rumours and information gathered. And therefore, yielded impressive results. Odin “sat” his “eyes” on the middle of the room, and started listening.
He made some impressive discoveries in only an hour. And it was shocking. Well, not really.
Basically, Odin found out that he was trapped in a fake reality, also known as “Virtual Reality” or “VRMMO” by the “adventurers” of the world. After listening some more, he concluded that his mind was separated from the body, and was put here, in this world.
Of course, Odin didn’t know if this was a lie or not. So he decided to see for himself. If this was indeed a fake world, there should be something wrong, or something that seems unnatural at least, right? Odin sharpened his senses to the limit, and by doing so, saw some changes in the world. It seemed slightly out of place. The colour of the stone… the sun… the wood… the monsters… the humans… they all seemed to be drawn, or painted. This was enough to persuade Odin. He was in a fake world, created by humans.
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Odin climbed off his throne. What should he do? ‘Let’s just see how my stats are.’ he thought. “Open stat window.” immediately, a blue screen appeared before him. Odin was astounded. Just how far had humans advanced to get this far? Last time he saw them, they couldn’t even make a book float… and here they were, generating some blue screen of energy in front of your face in an instant. Human technology astounded him… Anyway, his stats were the following:
NameOdinAlignmentLightLevel1ProfessionFallen God of WisdomRaceFallen GodGenderMaleTitleSpear-wielding spirit of BattleFame0Infamy-400-Health80Mana30Strength8Agility8Endurance8Stamina8Intelligence500Wisdom1000Leadership2000Charm10-Magical ResistancesFire0%Water1%Wind2%Earth0.5%Light10%Darkness-30%
* Due to title, you have exceptionally high wisdom, intelligence, and leadership.* Due to race, you gain +10 charm, and have relatively high stats compared to humans.* You have been cursed by your former worshippers! They believe you betrayed them when they needed you most. They have all become vengeful spirits after death, and cursed you for your deeds. Your resistance to darkness will permanently stay at -30%.* You have recently awoken from your slumber. Your stats (physical) will be lowered by 20%.* You have recently awoken from your slumber. Your mana pool can stay at 1% of its original strength. You may restore yourself to your former glory by drinking from Mimir’s well.* You are hated by every organism in this world.* You are able to patronise temples IF a player summons you. However, you will only count as a minor god, having lost most of your powers.
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“It’s not too bad, I suppose. There was a time I was weaker, after all. Hahaha!”
Whilst Odin tried to act positive, one could see tears were welling up in his eyes. A former god of battle reduced to such a state… It was a pitiful sight.
"Haah... can't be helped. Lets move onto skills. Show skills window."
Holy Spear Gungnir (Starting Skill)Beginner Level 1, 0%By expanding all your mana, you can summon a spear of light, Gungnir. 30% gain in strength, speed, stamina.
EFFECT 1: ?????
EFFECT 2: ?????
EFFECT 3: ?????
Able to be summoned for 1 hour, every 24 hours. By increasing in proficiency, you can lower the cooldown, and the duration of summon.
“Hmm… So I just have one skill right now. A pity. I could’ve used more. At least I can still use Gungnir. I wouldn’t know what to do without the thing.”
What would he do next? He had done everything in his to-do list. Were there any other tasks that needed to be done? Ah, he should go check if others were still alive. Surely he wasn’t the only one here. Thinking that, he exited the Throne room.
Odin entered the grand hallway. I mean, he entered what used to be the grand hallway. What was once a giant hall, decorated in gold and silver, was now a rotting hole. The hallway was built inside the world tree, so it didn’t take Odin much time to discover that the world tree was rotting.
Odin checked all the rooms where each of the gods used to live in. Surely at least one of them should be there. Unfortunately, there was no one in the castle. Not even Hugin and Munin.
Realising that he was alone in this world, Odin stumbled into what used to be his room.
“Damn it!” Upon entering his room, Odin struck the ground as hard as he could. Other than the fact that it almost broke his hands, it did nothing.
The king of the gods was alone. That was a huge shock for him. But Odin wasn’t going to let something like that to hinder him… he was still going to find a way to survive. Even if he was alone, and was hated by all.
Suddenly Odin had a thought. What if, just what if, some of his comrades were out there? Odin made many friends in his life, and at least one of them was bound to be alive. Odin decided he would go look for them. But before that, he had one more thing to check.
According to the “adventurers” the world could alter your appearance. If Odin looked different form what he was before— that is, an old man, he was sure none of his friends would recognise him.
Odin reached out for a mirror. ‘Lets see if I’m still a beefy old man’ he thought.
Odin gripped the mirror that his wife used to use, and took a look at his face. What he found there was a—trap.
At first, Odin was sure that he was a girl. He looked down. Ok. He was still a man. Odin braced himself, and once again looked into the mirror.
A boy, fair-skinned, with chestnut hair stared back at Odin. His complexion, combined with his weak, frail body(from the curse) could easily make anyone mistake him for a girl. Especially since his hair was… let’s go with “not short”. The only thing that gave away the fact that this was Odin was the eyepatch Odin wore on his eye.
Well, nothing he could do about it. He just had to live with it, he supposed. With that, he exited the room.
It was about time he left the fortress. Especially since the world tree was now rotting… he didn’t know how long it would last, but one thing he was sure about was the fact that it was going to collapse soon. He had to leave. Fast.
Odin opened the door at the other end of the grand hallway. The gate that led to the Bifrost… the legendary rainbow bridge.
When he opened the door, Odin found a slime. It was one of those monsters that the gods took pity on, since it was so weak. Odin decided to kill it. It would let him get a little stronger… probably. He wasn’t sure, since even a simple punch could destroy the simple creature.
SlimeLevel 0The weakest creature! It is found only in Asgard, as the adventurers made them go extinct.
Odin punched the slime as hard as he could. The slime hardened on contact, and Odin broke his hands.
“What the…”
Was he seriously weaker than a slime? A SLIME?! Odin was enraged.
“GUNGNIR!” Odin shouted at the top of his lungs.
…And nothing came out.
Odin frantically looked around. What the heck? He could feel himself get a little stronger. But he couldn’t see the summoned spear.
“Ouch.” Something pricked his hand. He opened it, and found a toothpick… actually, it was his spear.
“A…haha.. this isn’t funny, you know…” The slime crashed into him. Odin was sent flying, and he crashed onto a wall.
You are dying! You may restore yourself by drinking a potion, or get healed by a cleric.
You are Paralysed! Unable to move for 1 minute.
The slime was moving towards Odin. Odin couldn’t do anything, except watch.
“Damn it… first it’s Fenrir, and now it’s a stupid slime…”
The slime loomed over him. Shoot. He really didn’t want to be killed by a slime. The slime started to cover his body. Was it trying to drown him or something? Whatever, he didn’t even care any more. His health was ticking down rapidly… And his body was getting absorbed by the slime. But before it could actually do so, Odin disappeared.
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