His face showed deep exhaustion and confusion, and looking at the new God King in front of him, the wisdom giant calmly put down the parchment in his hand, and then looked at him and said slowly.
"Everything is fate."
"The Twilight of the Gods is destiny. Your becoming the King of Gods is also your destiny. Odin's death is your destiny. Everything in the universe has already been arranged by destiny. No one, gods or mortals, can escape this fate.
The shackles of fate."
"Before Ragnarok, Odin once asked me whether what he wanted to do could succeed. I knew that what he wanted to ask was whether he could reshape a new world after the destruction of the old one. At that time, I said no.
He said that he thought it was because it was possible, but in fact... it was because the future new god-king would not allow me to speak out about the ending of the universe's destruction."
He said softly.
In front of this wise giant who can know all possibilities, the past, future and present are one and there is no difference.
But in front of him, Loki's expression gradually turned gloomy.
"Why do you think I won't allow you to say it?"
"Because I have seen it and seen the destined future."
"What if I allowed you to say it?"
Loki said word for word.
"You can't do it."
However, Mimir shook his head, his tone was extremely conclusive, he raised his head and looked at the new God King in front of him and said.
"Just like the Twilight of the Gods, you and Odin tried their best to prevent the arrival of the Twilight of the Gods, but it finally came, because this is fate... Loki, tell me, you really allow me
Say it out loud?"
Looking at the wise giant in front of him, Loki's face turned ugly. His fists slowly clenched, and his long nails penetrated into the flesh without even realizing it.
"Then why did I first meet Odin?"
"Because of fate."
"What was the reason for Ymir's death?"
"Because of fate."
"What's the cause of Ragnarok?"
"Because of fate."
"..."
"Then why am I asking you here?"
"The reason why you are asking me questions here is also because of fate."
No matter what Loki asked, Mimir just closed his eyes and answered calmly like a mechanical puppet.
Obviously, Mimir's answer did not satisfy Loki at all. His fists were clenched tightly, and unspeakable anger filled his heart.
"Destiny...destiny? Ha...hahahaha..."
He laughed angrily. The new god-king looked at the wise giant in front of him and was extremely angry.
"Mimir, why don't you tell me directly that I am just a puppet in the hands of fate?"
Hearing this, the old wise giant slowly opened his eyes, and then looked at the God King in front of him. His old eyes were as quiet as a lake, and he spoke word by word.
"Loki...what makes you think you are not a prisoner of fate?"
The wise giant's words were not loud, but they directly stopped Loki's movements.
Looking at Loki in front of him, the wise giant said quietly.
"You tried to use an extraterrestrial soul to interfere with fate, but...haven't you ever thought that the very act of your trying to resist fate was doomed?"
"Life is destiny, death is destiny, going with it is destiny, going against it is destiny, everything is destiny, everything is already destined in the dark,"
"Your struggle goes far beyond this one time. In all the past and future, you have tried your best to resist fate. I saw that you personally brokered the reconciliation with Odin and continued that golden age for millions of years.
, but one day, the tree of youth will wither, the gods will grow old and die, and the world will eventually be unable to escape Ragnarok."
"I saw that you became the God King and tried your best to lead the remaining gods to open a new world, re-stabilize the World Tree, and shape a new world. However, after ten thousand years, the new young gods also fell into corruption again.
and decay, this time, your descendants and those giants are also ready to move in the world of death. The big snake crawls out of the abyss of death again, and the demon wolf is majestic and wants to completely devour the gods... Everything is just postponed.
It’s only ten thousand years.”
"You are destined to resist fate, and you are destined to overturn the fate that has been placed on you. Loki, you are a prisoner. Like Odin, like this world, you are just a prisoner imprisoned by fate."
"A traveler who sets off, no matter what kind of road he travels on the way or what kind of scenery he sees, in the end, his end point can be determined... This end point is his destined destiny."
Mimir looked at Loki who was clenching his fists in front of him, but he just sighed. Then, he gently picked up the parchment he placed next to him, and said.
"This is what I wrote before you came, please read it."
After saying this, he threw the parchment in his hand towards Loki.
Loki reached out to catch it, and then he lowered his head. At just the first glance... the God King's pupils shrank.
"Loki: 'Mimir.'"
"Me: 'Your Majesty the God King... you have betrayed Odin's trust.'"
"Loki: 'Mimir, tell me what fate is.'"
"..."
The parchment was not heavy, but every conversation between him and Mimir was clearly written, and every conversation was flawless. Looking at these conversations, Loki bit his lips tightly and held the parchment.
His hands were shaking unnaturally.
He seemed to see an invisible huge thing emerging from the parchment in his hand...
The absolute existence called "destiny" that dominates all things.
"This...this is just a spell you cast."
Although Loki tried his best to hide it, the trembling tone and confused mind could not be concealed in the seemingly calm voice.
Mimir shook his head and said softly.
"Loki, you are also proficient in magic. You should be able to see that I did not cast any magic to deceive you."
Listening to Mimir's words, a hint of complexity flashed in Loki's eyes.
He understood that Mimir did not cast a spell to deceive him, but because of this, he became even more unacceptable.
After a long time, he took a deep breath, and then resolutely dropped the parchment in his hand. He no longer looked at the parchment on which his destiny was written, but looked at the wise giant sitting quietly by the fountain of wisdom in front of him.
There was some inexplicable complexity in his eyes, as if what was sitting there was not an old man, but destiny...
Then, he stretched out his hand towards Mimir, as if he was holding something in his hand.
"Mimir, I have a baby bird in my hand. Tell me, is it dead or alive?"