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"who am I?"

"I asked in a slightly low voice," Roger said. Behind the calm exterior lay a long-suppressed anger mixed with a hysterical rage that seemed to be about to collapse.

Warden, anticipating an imminent rift with his son, quickly said:

"You are my son."

However, Roger no longer took Warden's casual remarks seriously.

At that moment, he thought that his life over the past few years had been nothing but a lie, a conspiracy!

"Then what……"

As soon as he finished speaking, Logy put down the Winter Treasure Box in his hand, turned around in the form of the Winter Troll, and slowly walked towards the somewhat flustered Warden.

"That day, you took more than just the Winter Treasure Box from Yue Dun Hai Mu (Winter Troll Starfield)!"

..... ..... ...

As Roger strolled toward him, Warden remained silent for a moment before finally recounting the truth of what happened back then.

"After the war ended, I went into the temple of Laofei and saw an infant."

"That child is far too insignificant to the Winter Trolls."

"Therefore he was abandoned, suffering from hunger, and likely to die at any moment."

"That is the son of Lao Fei, the Lord of the Winter Trolls."

After Warden told the truth, Roger's world completely collapsed, and he repeated the same sentence in disbelief.

"Lao Fei's son?"

As Warden watched the gap between himself and Roger widen, despite his heartache, he still gave a reply:

"Yes……"

"Why? Your palms are stained with the blood of the Winter Trolls, why did you bring me back?" Logie asked rapidly, eager to find out the truth.

A hint of panic flashed in Warden's eyes, but in the end he still chose to use a lie to cover up his true intentions.

"Because you're just someone else's child!"

It's ridiculous that such a blatant lie could come from the mouth of King Warden of Asgard, a lie that anyone could easily see through.

You have to understand that at that time, they were fighting against the Winter Trolls. In war, there are no passersby.

On the battlefield, only our side and the enemy are present!

But this also meant that Warden's heart was now in a state of extreme panic.

As the god of cunning, Roger naturally did not believe Warden's flimsy lie.

"No, that's not right. You must have other motives. What are they?"

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As Roger pressed for details, Warden remained silent, fearing that his next words would cause him and Roger to go their separate ways.

But Roger, already driven nearly mad by his own past, didn't care about anything else and roared like a madman:

Tell me!!!

That roar contained his hysteria.

His thousand years of decline.

Add to that his despair at losing his home...

Finally realizing that everything was beyond saving, Warden recklessly told the truth.

"I believe that one day we will unite, form an alliance, and maintain stability forever."

“Through you…”

“Achieving…” Warden’s words pushed Roger into an even darker abyss.

“But those thoughts have long been wasted,” Warden said, trying to salvage the situation.

At this time, he was neither a god-level "883" king nor a master who could overpower Xu Fu.

He was just an old man, a father who hoped that his beloved son would not completely break with him.

For the first time, a pleading look appeared in Warden's eyes.

But Roger still coldly exposed Warden's last shred of hope.

"Therefore, I am no different from the artifacts you stole."

"Locked in the basement until you need me!"

"You could have just told me the truth from the beginning!"

Why didn't you tell me? Why?

“You are my son, and I want to protect you from this harsh reality,” Warden said wearily.

Warden was able to swear to his godhood that this was his true word.

But Roger, already in a hysterical state, wouldn't listen to anything.

At this point, he only wants to vent his frustration and dissatisfaction on Warden; he doesn't care about anything else.

For him, it was more of a father-son relationship that Warden was exploiting.

"The reason is that I am the kind of demon in the myths and legends that parents tell their children."

“No, no…” Warden argued weakly, his voice so soft it was almost swallowed by Roger’s rapid-fire words.

With these words of weakness and despair, he felt a pang of guilt towards Roger and the pain of breaking with his father and son.

Warden immediately felt as if his entire body was about to collapse.

He knew that his days were numbered.

Perhaps I will never wake up again...

Roger, however, did not stop venting his pent-up gratitude.

"Now I understand why you have favored Saul for so long."

"Because no matter how much you claim to love me."

"You have no right to allow a winter troll to sit on the throne of Asgard."

In reality, Logie didn't want to fight for the throne; all he did was hope that Warden would treat him with the same dedication as Thor.

But it's all absurd now...

Roger's words were like sharp knives, coldly stabbing into Warden's mind, wounding the heart of this aging old man with a sharp, piercing pain.

Warden weakly raised his hand, trying to grasp Roger, but Roger coldly dodged it.

In the end, Warden, filled with self-blame and sorrow, fell into Warden's Sleep.

When Roger saw Warden lying weakly in a deep sleep, his previous extreme expression vanished instantly.

He crouched down dejectedly, staring at the sleeping Warden, unsure where to put his hands.

In the end, he still gripped Warden's hand tightly.

At this moment, Roger looked as lost as a child who had lost the will to go home...

Just as Warden fell into a deep sleep, Xu Fu realized that the other party's divine power had been completely wiped out without a trace in Asgard.

After Warden fell into a deep sleep, Asgard's power naturally fell into the hands of his second son, Logie.

Meanwhile, Xu Fu, having seen enough of Asgard's beautiful scenery, wanted to head to the fishpond to complete his fishing adventure.

However, the Endless Galaxy, also known as Ephingel, originated from Yuedun Haimu, the home of the Winter Trolls.

Given the nature of those big, dumb guys, it's highly unlikely they'd allow him, an ally who was recently treated as a VIP by the Asgardians, to safely approach Iffinger.

Not to mention, you can fish there in peace.

I'm afraid that as soon as it arrives at Yuedun Haimu, it will be surrounded and attacked by a group of large ice blocks.

Therefore, compared to being passive, Xu Fu is more suited to keeping the initiative in his own hands.

Therefore, Xu Fu chose to take the initiative and head to Yue Dun Hai Mu, the kingdom of the Winter Trolls.

If those ice-cold bastards have any sense of propriety, then it's fine; but if they don't and insist on courting death, Xu Fu might be willing to oblige.

Perfect timing! I've been living in luxury in the celestial palace these past few days, it's time to digest a bit.

The Winter Trolls happened to be the target of Xu Fu's venting.

Xu Fu felt absolutely no mental pressure when killing these monster lumps that were all made of ice.

It's simply a matter of controlling the intensity of the attack so as not to wipe out their entire race.

It also happens to be able to expand the power of the soul within the domain fragments, and at least make up for the losses it has incurred.

On the Jiujie Bridge, Xu Fu strolled over to Huomu Daer and spoke calmly:

"Homudar, open the Nine-Section Bridge, I want to go play at Yuedun Haimu!"