Mythology: Ragnarok

Chapter 370 Extravagant Hope

At this moment, Agreed looked up at the ceiling and couldn't help but sigh, "My friend, whose life is without regrets? I have lost so much for everything I have now. My lover, my children, my relatives and friends have all died because of my weakness. I want to repent and give everyone a happy ending, so I want to change the past, even if it means giving up everything I have now."

Xuanyuan Muze thought for a moment and then asked, "If you could change these things in the past, what would you do?"

"I probably won't become a god. I might be an ordinary person. My lover might not choose me this time, but at least she won't die tragically at the hands of a god. My parents and relatives probably won't be plotted against and killed. My friends and family will all be living happily in another timeline that has been altered. And the only price for all of this is the disappearance of the Dragon God of the Kingdom of Myriad Races."

Xuanyuan Muze shook his head and said, "Even if these things change, perhaps no one will have a happy ending. Many things in this world may have been predetermined. 'What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again.'"

Agreed repeated thoughtfully, "There will be again... To be honest, my friend, I've discussed these things with many guests before you came here, and I have to admit I'm very lucky. If I hadn't gotten my hands on that Bible of the Dead, if I hadn't accidentally unlocked its secrets, I wouldn't have achieved what I have today."

To be honest, sometimes I want to cry my heart out, and then justify it by saying that everything I have now is what I deserve. My clan was wiped out when I was young, my parents died when I was a teenager, my relatives were harmed by the gods in middle age and eventually died, becoming spirits. In my later years, I was fortunate enough to be taken in by an elven woman, but life is unpredictable, and now I am all alone. But this world is never like that. It's not that whoever suffers more deserves more. There are many people in this multiverse who have suffered more than me. I am not special. I also have to admit that perhaps others who have unlocked the secrets of the Bible of the Dead could do better than me.

Xuanyuan Muze could only sigh and say, "These things are hard to say. You can't change the past now, so what are you planning to do next?"

Agreed's gaze gradually turned cold, and he said firmly, "I will fulfill my promise from back then, 'When I cover the stars with my feathers and the twilight of gods and demons fills the sky,' I will fulfill my promise to slaughter all the old gods. And coincidentally, my troops were just recently ready to launch a campaign against the ancient creator god, the Lord of Chaos, 'Azathoth'."

Now I am about to lead my army on a distant expedition into the void. After destroying Azathoth, I will then aim my sword at the World Tree and become a true god.

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Muze excitedly requested, "A war between gods? Can I go with you? I'd love to see just how terrifying a battle between gods can be!"

After hearing the request, Agreed pondered for a moment and then granted it, saying, "You can come with us to the void to watch the battle, but I'm afraid you won't be able to watch the battle between me and Azathoth. The aftershocks of our battle are so powerful that even the gods might not be able to withstand them. In your current state, you really can't watch it."

"That's fine too. It's worth the trip just to get a glimpse of it from afar."

“Alright then, come back to my base camp in Mussurida with me now. Stay at the Presidian Academy there for a while, and then join us on our expedition into the void once my army is ready.”

So Xuanyuan Muze followed Agreed through the portal to the birthplace of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Races, the capital planet of that country, 'Musurida'.

The development of Musurida was not the futuristic city that Xuan Yuan Muze had imagined. Everything here was very retro and even looked less advanced than his hometown. If Xuan Yuan Muze hadn't known that the weakest person on this planet was at least at the demigod level, probably no one would have associated this place with the capital of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Races.

Since the planet Musurida is inhabited entirely by beings who have transcended the lower levels of life, there are no high-tech facilities on the planet. After all, these advanced beings, who neither eat nor drink, have extremely low requirements for their living environment. As a result, Musurida currently only has two residential areas: the Pushkin Military Academy and the Presidium Magic Academy. The two campuses equally distribute all the land resources on the planet, and the cultivation resources they need are obtained from the academy's resource exchange point using contribution points.

Xuanyuan Muze later learned that these beings above the demigod level had to hunt down evil gods in the void to obtain resources, using their divine essence or treasures to exchange for contribution points, and then obtain resources from the resource exchange point. The resource exchange point was guarded by the White Wolf God 'Warwick,' the number one warrior below the Dragon God of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Races, so no one dared to mess with the resource exchange point.

Because the power of evil gods easily corrupts people's minds, driving them into madness, the divine power contained in the godhood of evil gods is completely unusable as a cultivation resource. Only Agred can digest this violent energy with the hard power of Nidhogg's dragon body. Therefore, the advanced beings of the Kingdom of Myriad Races have no choice but to sell the items of evil gods to the Kingdom of Myriad Races in exchange for resources. In addition, since most of the resources are controlled by the Kingdom of Myriad Races, these advanced beings have to enter the void to hunt evil gods and exchange them for the cultivation resources they need.

However, Xuanyuan Muze later learned that the main purpose of the soldiers and magicians of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Races in hunting the evil god was not to obtain cultivation resources, but to repay their revered Dragon God. This made Xuanyuan Muze very emotional, because he really couldn't understand why Agreed could make these beings who were comparable to gods so devoted to him.

After a brief tour of Musurida, Xuanyuan Muze chose to stay at the Magic Academy. After all, at least there were some basic facilities there, unlike the military academy, which was all training grounds. Although the military academy's houses were very luxurious and comfortable, they had virtually no basic facilities. Therefore, considering all factors, Xuanyuan Muze chose to stay at the Magic Academy's campus.

At the magic academy, Xuan Yuan Muze received a warm welcome from the dean, whose name was 'Sifbell Ellie'. Judging from her appearance, the dean should be a beautiful woman, but Xuan Yuan Muze knew in his heart that those who had reached this level of cultivation no longer had the concept of gender.

On his first day here, Xuan Yuan Muze familiarized himself with the environment. The next morning, the dean of the magic academy took the initiative to visit Xuan Yuan Muze and show him around the academy.

"Dean, who are these two statues depicting?" Xuan Yuan Muze asked, pointing to the two enormous statues in the center of the academy.

The dean looked at the two statues and said, "Ah, the one on the left is His Majesty the Dragon God's mentor, 'Presidian,' and the one on the right is the God of Magic, 'Tutankhamun.' Both of them were great mentors and friends who greatly influenced His Majesty the Dragon God. As for the military academy, there is a statue of the Knight of Light, 'Pushkin,' and the Emma Welfare Home also has a statue of the Awakened, 'Emma.' These people are all very important figures to His Majesty."

Of course, His Majesty would not favor one over the other. Presidium became the name of the magic academy, while Tutankhamun is the highest title and honor our academy bestows upon magicians. Any magician who has reached the level of a forbidden spellcaster capable of casting thirteenth-tier magic or higher will be granted this title. In the history of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Races, fewer than a hundred people have been fortunate enough to receive this title.