Max Level Miscellaneous Character - CH 42

A dark and bright place. It’s noisy because the whole world is full of sounds, yet quiet because he couldn’t hear anything.

For a long time, he was floating around in that strange world, and suddenly he felt a familiar gaze. Someone was looking at him.

Odin, Thor, Heimdall, Loki, even those whom he didn’t know yet.

The gods were looking down on Ivan. They were watching with a dignified presence and wonderful momentum.

Gods of Asgard. Among them, the one in front came one step closer. In that moment, Ivan felt that he was on the palm of a great divinity.

Whiing-.

A storm shook him. The war tested him. Magic dug into him, and wisdom judged him.

The ideas of the great divinity passed through Ivan’s body. In the meantime, Ivan has been torn apart and reassembled several times.

Now the great deity, Odin, was looking at him and thinking. Would he harvest his soul and bring him back to Valhalla, making him a great heavenly warrior, or should he make him stronger than he is now by shedding more blood, death and battles on earth?

In that strange pain, Ivan clenched his teeth.

“Odin!”

Ivan screamed in a place where mortals could never stand. Then, Odin, who was holding the soul in his hand, suddenly stopped moving.

Ivan looked straight at him. His whole body was crushed by the presence of such a strong existence, and his eyes in the face of the great divinity hurt as if they were burning, but he screamed nonetheless.

“Not yet! I will not be your puppet!”

Hahahahaha!

There was no sound, but it sounded like laughter. Everyone around him seemed to be smiling.

What did this mortal dare say? Is it that the fierce and cheeky warrior dares to reject the glory of Valhalla? The eyes of the gods sharpened. With that alone, Ivan had no choice but to feel the pain of his body being torn apart.

God never saw Ivan as a person. He only looked at him as grain to be harvested and the pigs to be slaughtered.

Whether this grain would ripen more lusciously or the pigs would gain more weight, they did not think about his heart.

‘Damn Asgard!’

Ivan did not look away from them in his pain. He looked at them until the very end and raised his fighting spirit.

Odin, who had not responded to his warrior’s pleas, desperate cries, and screams of sorrow, smiled at the enemy’s young eyes. He was satisfied with the spirit of fighting without losing his will to the end.

Instead of harvesting Ivan’s soul, he sent it back to Earth.

It’s still to early to come to heaven. It is not enough to receive the glory of Valhalla. Shout out their name a little more on earth. Experience a greater ordeal there and become a strong warrior.