Stupid Odin

Strictly speaking, [Paulson] is not Downs' surname.

The founding of the Aesir tribe was simply adding 'son' to the father's name, meaning 'son of so-and-so'. This was considered a surname.

For example, Odin's children in the future would be surnamed [Odinson].

As for the Nielsens that later appeared in Nordic Europe, it was actually just the solidification of this naming method, establishing the family surname.

Hearing Downs announce his name, Ymir was slightly surprised, then he revealed a hideous and terrifying smile.

His eyes were blind, the two large eyeballs like broken giant light bulbs, constantly oozing white fluid. A large patch of skin and muscle on his left cheek was blasted away by Downs' elemental attack, leaving only bloodshot gums. His right hand was almost completely severed at the elbow, with only a layer of skin connecting it.

This was still a smile.

A smile full of curses and anger!

"You bug who stole my power! I didn't expect that at the last moment, you still have some backbone! I ask you, do you dare to give me the final blow?"

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Downs, of course, knew what Ymir wanted to do, but he still agreed.

"Come on!" Ymir opened his arms, as if baring his chest.

The atmosphere trembled, and a massive amount of frost elements responded to Downs' call, coming to his two palms. He pulled them apart, and a frost spear nearly a hundred meters long appeared in his hands.

Downs held this giant ice spear and thrust it towards Ymir in a standard lunge.

The cold, sharp tip of the spear pierced through Ymir's broad chest without hesitation. At the same time, countless fragments of flesh and blood mixed with frost aura suddenly shot out from the giant's chest, each piece sweeping across an area of about sixty or seventy meters in front of Ymir like a cannonball.

This was meaningless. Ymir's final counterattack was based on the premise that Downs would use melee weapons or engage in close combat with fists and feet.

This was the fighting style of giants.

Not of the Aesir, and even less of a transmigrator god.

The giant heart of the frost giant progenitor no longer beat, with no more vitality to support this excessively large body. Ymir's life came to an end, but his resentment seemed to lessen a lot.

"You really are a damned bug!"

These were Ymir's last words.

Although still containing resentment, it was not the curse that the gods had imagined.

Hundreds of meters away, a group of giants, mostly female, were sprinting wildly under the leadership of Paul. Paul once thought that he had finally caught up and could help his sons launch a final siege against Ymir.

It started?

No! It was already over.

Even though Ymir's legs were broken, and he could only sit on the ground in the final stage, he still looked over sixty meters tall.

Seeing Ymir fall, and then looking at his good son who had turned into a fifty-meter giant, Paul choked up for a moment: "Downs... he did it. He did it—he actually killed Ymir! We won—"

Only a little exhausted, but with not many wounds, Paul raised his arms in ecstasy, shouting: "Did you see it? Did you see it? He is my eldest son Downs! The future of our Aesir tribe—嗷啊哦哦哦—"

Paul was so excited that he was talking nonsense. Some of the giants behind him had complex expressions, some were inexplicably excited, and the young female giants had sparkling eyes and flushed faces.

Defying their own progenitor was a difficult decision.

They couldn't imagine what terrible reckoning they would face if the Aesir tribe was defeated.

If the Aesir tribe won, then everything would be fine.

Just when everyone thought everything was settled, Ymir's body changed again. He was instantly enveloped in a dazzling light, as if a new star was born.

The light dimmed slightly, but it was still very bright. After a breath, Ymir looked as if he had been subjected to slow slicing, with countless fine cracks appearing all over his body, starting from his chest.

Ymir's huge body trembled violently in this strange light.

Then...

It shattered inch by inch!

This scene stunned all the gods and giants except Downs.

Odin exclaimed: "What happened?"

Even though Downs had never experienced anything similar, he understood the general idea according to his knowledge, but unfortunately he couldn't say it:

Ymir was the first intelligent life in this world of eternal darkness and ice. His soul condensed the essence of the world.

In a sense, this icy land was shaped according to his will.

Once Ymir died, it meant the destruction of the world's core. If there was no powerful being to reshape the world, then this world would collapse and return to chaos.

This was the worst outcome!

Fortunately, in this life, not only was there Odin as the lower limit of the world, but also Downs, the transmigrated god, raising the upper limit.

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But now, don't rush.

Downs suddenly turned his head and shouted: "Father, Mother, follow me, everyone quickly go to the highest mountain nearby. The world will seem to be in a state of temporary chaos."

"Ah?!" Bestla exclaimed, then nodded. She led a group of female giants, quickly joined Downs, and ran towards the mountain.

Downs' choice was right.

The original Ginnungagap world was originally composed of the two worlds of ice and fire.

At this time, the frost giant progenitor Ymir was dead, but the fire giant progenitor Surtr in the opposite fire world was still alive and kicking. This irritable and infinitely fiery fire giant brother was constantly waving his exaggerated doomsday giant sword, rolling up thousands of meters of fire, and launching an attack on the ice world.

With Ymir dead, the freezing air of the entire ice world decreased at a visible rate.

What would happen then?

Downs clearly remembered that scientists on Earth had calculated how many meters the sea level would rise if all the ice in the North and South Poles melted.

The same was true for the Ginnungagap world.

It was entirely conceivable that the melting of glaciers in units of [billions of tons] would inevitably lead to a terrible flood.

So Downs asked everyone to climb the mountain while quickly collecting giant trees and frantically making simple rafts.

Admittedly, with his strength, he could completely use divine power to create a huge ice floe to carry all the survivors.

After drifting in the void for hundreds of years, Downs really felt scared.

No matter how strong divine power was, it couldn't withstand the world-class erosive forces. There would always be a day when divine power ran out.

He had finally found an orderly world, and it would be too unjust to be drowned by the water world.

Sure enough, half a day later, a massive flood occurred.

The giant waves submerged forests, submerged mountains, and also drowned almost all the remaining frost giants.

Except for a pair...