The update of the new diary immediately alarmed all the forces that had been closely monitoring it.
Asgard was the first to react. Thor instantly realized he needed to ask his father, God King Odin, how to cultivate his own divine power.
He hadn't sought such guidance in many years. Especially since adulthood, he had believed his strength rivaled that of his father.
His father had not made any serious moves for a long time, essentially representing Asgard in battle while gradually retreating from the frontline. Thor truly felt that his own power was comparable to Odin's.
Moreover, Odin's power, which ran in their bloodline, grew stronger with age, albeit taking on a more demonic nature over time. Thor even believed that in a few years, he would fully match his father, perhaps even surpass him.
Under these assumptions, he was even more reluctant to humble himself and ask for advice.
But through Rowan's diary, he learned of the "25 grades due to parentage"—a concept he had never considered seriously—and he realized his own level was far less impressive than he thought.
He even saw how Rowan handled the Destroyer armor; in a real fight, Thor might not be Rowan's opponent.
This jolted him awake. He curbed his pride and approached his father for help to unlock the divine power within him.
Odin was quite gratified by this, even if it was a bit late. Better late than never.
In the following days, Odin devoted himself to imparting years of hard-earned experience to Thor.
In the past, Thor might have been impatient with such nagging lessons, but now he treasured every minute.
However, when father and son saw the newly updated diary content, their expressions changed instantly.
Asgard would be destroyed!
They dismissed the earlier diary notes about learning magic and not being helpless against powerful magical foes.
What truly mattered was the last line—the information they had been waiting for. Thor had invited Rowan to Asgard all along, and this was the reason.
Seeing Rowan's almost prophetic words, the two's faces shifted slightly.
"The future of Asgard is destruction," Thor muttered to himself.
Instinctively, he couldn't believe it. Asgard held a great reputation throughout the universe—who had the power to destroy it?
But everything Rowan wrote was prophetic in nature. And Thor realized, what if his father's reign only lasted a few more years—what about after that?
How much significance did Asgard hold in the universe then?
Could it be… truly that fragile?
God King Odin sighed. He could accept this fate—or rather, he was accustomed to it.
Asgard was destined to welcome Ragnarök; he had heard this prophecy for many years.
He even knew the source of the prophecy, and though he had tried in the past to reverse the future, he eventually accepted it couldn't be changed.
At the time, it had felt strange—as if fate's hands had arranged their future.
It was one thing to accept the prophecy passively, but attempting to change it might bring about its fulfillment.
No matter what happened, the more you tried to manage it, the closer you moved toward the prophecy.
What Odin hadn't understood before but understood now was that there was a "screenwriter."
With a few words, they arranged the fate of Asgard.
It wasn't just someone speaking or writing—it was a script being imposed from outside.
So Odin had originally accepted his own death calmly, knowing that whether he liked it or not, the result was set.
But now, Rowan's arrival brought a small change outside the fourth wall—giving them a glimmer of life. Not just for Odin, but for Asgard.
"Hey!" God King Odin sighed, recognizing this shift and not finding it strange.
Thor, however, could not accept it.
"Father, is Asgard really so weak? So vulnerable without you?"
This was completely opposite to everything he had believed—and yet, this was the harsh reality. How could he bear it?
"Yes, it has come to this," Odin nodded. The current Asgard was essentially just a shell, propped up by him—the Level God Father.
When technological civilizations could mass-produce warships, weapons, and masters, magical civilizations could even sustain a Divine Grade civilization on their own.
But the strength of an individual was the strength of the entire civilization.
This was the fundamental difference between magic-side and technology-side civilizations.
It was hard to say which was better—it simply was what it was.
Once Odin died, Asgard would immediately fall to a first-class Level 50 civilization.
"Why is this happening? We've been famous throughout the universe for so long!" Thor said, puzzled.
"Because of a civil war long ago," Odin replied grimly. "Since then, Asgard has plummeted. Many elite troops no longer exist. Even excluding myself, Asgard's strength is nowhere near what it once was."
Only Odin fully understood the ruthlessness of that early war—how it had wiped away hundreds of thousands, even millions, of years of Asgard's accumulation.
His daughter, the death goddess Hela, held the power of death itself.
Any Asgardian who died in battle became hers—she grew stronger while Asgard grew weaker, until the tide turned completely.
Odin suppressed Hela and pulled Asgard back from extinction's brink, but since then, it had been severely wounded and had yet to recover.
So Odin was an iron-blooded monarch, but in his later years, he had fallen in love with peace.
This was why he was furious when Thor started a war without authorization.
If the younger Odin could see this, he would find it unbelievable.
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