Burn the World Tree

In Norse mythology,

Fate was a far heavier concept than it was in Greek mythology.

There, it was an absolute concept.

A destiny set in stone—unalterable.

The king of Gods, Odin had spent his entire life fighting against Ragnarok.

He had made countless preparations for it.

And yet, ironically,

Everything he had done not only did not stop the inevitable, instead, it only pushed Ragnarok closer to reality.

No matter what he tried—

In the end,

Everything was still destroyed.

So when Odin saw Promise,

It was inevitable that he would turn his attention toward him.

Because throughout the history, Promise was the one exception to fate.

The only being capable of breaking the predestined fate of gods.

In the ancient Temple of Fate,

There were the Three Goddesses of Destiny (The Moirai), feared and revered by every living being.

Not because of their strength.

They were not powerful gods—in fact,

They were incredibly weak.

And yet—

Why did the gods fear them so much?

Why did they hate them, yet never dare to kill them?

If a god knew the terrible fate that awaited them,

Why would they not just rush up in anger and slaughter the Moirai?

Wouldn't that solve the problem?

Surely that thought must have crossed their minds, right?

After all, they were Greek Gods.

The different kinds of Gods, who would do whatever to get what they want...not to mention someone like the God-Kings, who were never known for their patience or rationality.

Let's take an example of any of them..whether it is Uranus, Cronus or Zeus.

Their first instinct upon hearing a prophecy of their downfall was always the same—

Kill the child.

Kill the mother.

But never the Fates.

Uranus, upon hearing that one of his children would dethrone him, didn't hesitate to imprison them deep in Tartarus.

Cronus, knowing of his own prophecy, took it even further.

He didn't just imprison his children—he swallowed them whole the moment they were born.

Not to mention paranoid Zeus.

When he heard Metis would bear a son greater than him, he swallowed her alive, ensuring the child would never be born.

And when he learned that Thetis would give birth to a son stronger than his father,

He didn't take any chances and forbade any god from marrying her, forcing her into the arms of a mortal instead.

The gods had no hesitation in killing their own blood to avoid their fate.

And yet—

Not a single one of them ever dared to kill the Moirai.

Why?

Yes,

You could kill them.

They were so weak that even a mortal could slay them.

But even in death—

Fate would not change.

In fact, the more one tried to fight fate,

The more twisted and chaotic it would become—

Leading them toward an even darker abyss.

At the same time, fate was woven into the very fabric of the cosmos itself.

If the Moirai perished,

There would be no one left to weave the threads of destiny.

And without that order—

The world would descend into total chaos.

A world without fate was a world where even gods could vanish into nothingness without reason.

The entire foundation of existence would collapse.

The fate could not be changed.

Throughout history, countless gods, kings, and heroes have tried to defy their fates.

Some have tried to kill the Fates, but none have succeeded.

Even when Uranus threw his children deep into Tartarus, never to see the light of day, fate was set in stone.

Even when Cronus devoured his children, he only delayed the inevitable.

Even when Zeus swallowed Metis, Athena was still born.

Even when Achilles' mother tried to make him immortal, his heel remained vulnerable.

Even the King of Gods couldn't change the inevitable future.

And it was in this situation that Promise appeared.

A man who defied the Fates themselves.

He had "humiliated" the weakest of the Fates—the one who ruled over the future.

And in return—

All three Fate Goddesses not only did not dislike him, instead, they became obsessed with him.

He was spoiled, watched, and blessed by the fates.

Whatever mess he left behind, they would clean it up for him.

In addition, his destiny became intertwined with four unique goddesses.

He walked a special path that had never existed before.

A future that no one else could ever follow.

And then—

There was his mysterious gift.

The Heroic Spirit Class Cards.

A power that came from an unknown source.

All of this combined—

And created a freak anomaly.

A being that could rewrite fate itself.

A creator of new destinies.

Seeing this, how could Odin, the god who had spent his entire existence fighting fate,

Not turn his gaze upon him?

However looking at the young man's entire journey, although Odin was amazed and impressed, however, he found one problem.

A crucial problem which made him hesitate whether to ask the boy or not.

And that was, how much chaos Promise brought along with him.

So much chaos that even the God King, himself couldn't decide if it was good or bad.

With all this in mind, Odin finally couldn't help but speak again,

"So, Promise—"

"I have one question for you!"

Odin's gaze burned like a torch, his voice carrying a powerful divine pressure that echoed through the underground cavern as he spoke.

"If you were to stand before the (Ragnarok) Twilight of the Gods,

"What role would you play in this fate?"

Hearing these words, Medusa, who was watching beside them, couldn't help but freeze for a moment.

Then, a thoughtful look appeared in her eyes as she turned to Promise.

Fate, huh…

She muttered to herself.

Incidentally, and at the same time—

No matter how deep resentment and disgust she felt for that goddess, she had to admit—

Athena was surprisingly useful.

Because now,

For the first time, Medusa could actually understand what was going on.

She even figured out the reason behind Odin's question.

Her brain had never worked this well before…

…And she hated it.

But against a god, one could not lie.

Especially not a God-King, so Promise's answer was completely honest.

"I don't believe I would be able to do much in Ragnarok."

"After all, while the gods may love me, that's only because of the Queen of Heaven Hera, Athena, and others.

"If I were to travel to your world—"

"I wouldn't just lose the favor of the gods."

"I would also lose most of the power I've accumulated."

However, the moment Promise made this candid statement.

Not only did Odin laugh,

But even Medusa beside him couldn't help but laugh.

As for this statement—

If anyone had the right to object,

It would be Brother Horse.

After all, Pegasus was the one one that had carried him through almost every journey,

The one that had seen everything firsthand.

So, if it were here right now,

It would probably be rolling its eyes so hard they'd fall out of its skull.

And if it could speak human language,

It would definitely shout without hesitation.

You damn troublemaker, stop being so modest!

"But—"

"If I really could do something,

I think… the first thing I'd want to do—"

"Would be to burn the tree."

Yes, that tree in Norse mythology, the World Tree!

Hearing this, for a brief moment, even Medusa couldn't help but look at Promise with a speechless look on her face.

No ..

Did you seriously just tell the God-King Odin,

That you want to burn his sacred World Tree?

Really, this could only be you.

Odin, for his part—

Was also momentarily at a loss for words.

Because he could sense it.

Promise was dead serious and sincere about his words and that left him speechless.

"Why? You should know—that is not the answer I was expecting."

"It's simple, the reason I embarked on this journey, you must have already guessed it, haven't you." Promise pondered and replied, "Everywhere I go, every journey I take—"

"It's all for the sake of securing my place in the Throne of Heroes."

"And the greater the legend I leave behind, the stronger the power I gain."

"And let's be honest—"

"Burning down the World Tree?

That's something no one's ever done before.

And no one will ever do again."

Hearing this, Odin almost couldn't resist taking out the Gungnir on the spot.

He had never wanted to throw his spear at someone so badly.

Medusa, who stood on the side, couldn't help but nod in deep agreement.

Indeed, burning the World Tree would be unprecedented and never to be repeated.