From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 89: The Reward of a Devout Believer

Bai Yang could sense the root cause of this incident.

A Godhead Shard was a manifestation of a deity's power. In the past, a Godhead Shard might have only contained a tiny echo, much like the one Caroline possessed.

After all, at that time, he only possessed a minuscule amount of God Power. Therefore, the sole ability of that shard was simply emitting light.

Now, with Bai Yang's growth and the infusion of massive amounts of God Power and Wish Power, even though he had not officially ascended to the Divine Seat of the God of Lies, he had still enacted certain changes through the Godhead.

Even the world itself had been altered, so naturally, the Godhead had undergone transformations as well.

The impact of such changes resulted in the "ice sculpture" before him—or rather, an ice sculpture formed by the Wish Power channeled by this woman through a Sacrifice Ritual.

Wish Power was something that inherently existed, which was precisely why Bai Yang could absorb it. Everything perfectly aligned.

She appeared mentally unstable. In a sense, this was because her spirit was far too powerful, causing a severe imbalance within her physical body.

Bai Yang reached out and picked up the shard. As he felt the alterations within it, a flicker of astonishment crossed his face.

"This family of four actually managed to complete a simple Sacrifice Ritual through this shard? And the object of their Sacrifice is Odin?"Within the memories imparted by the Godhead Shard, Bai Yang could clearly witness that unique Ritual, as well as the ceaseless, daily prayers that followed.

Under the devotion of such prayers, the Godhead received the reinforcement of Wish Power. Furthermore, amidst this environment of ice and snow, the Wish Power underwent an autonomous Evolution!

"Ah, if it weren't for the affairs in America being tied to the next step of the divine fire, I would really love to stay here and watch this new system evolve!" Bai Yang could not help but mutter.

Alvin asked curiously, "Crown, do you already have an idea?"

Bai Yang did not speak. Instead, he gently waved his hand. Wish Power instantly flooded the house, transforming the space into a sealed cage.

"It is not that I have an idea, but rather that this lady already had one of her own!"

"Perhaps, on this continent that we rarely visit, we can grant her a bit more freedom!"

Initially, when Bai Yang sensed the aura of the Godhead emanating from Percival, he thought he had found the right person.

But looking at it now, this woman before him, named Fuleisha Karsen, was the true person he had been searching for!

......

Inside the room.

After experiencing a whirlwind of emotional highs and lows, the family of four sat back down in the room, collectively staring at the ice sculpture in front of them.

It was a man of African descent with dark skin, a ferocious expression still frozen on his face.

Based on their understanding of the local refugees, this man was likely a descendant of refugees from the vicinity of Somalia, who had arrived in Sweden around the 1990s.

"What was he trying to do when he broke in just now?" Percival asked.

Even though the intruder had been turned into an ice sculpture—suspected to have been frozen by a "mysterious" power—Percival, as the head of the household, still had no intention of letting the matter go.

Freya shook her head. "I do not know. The girls and I were studying in the room when I heard the sound of him smashing the door. I told my daughters to hide first, and then I grabbed my Axe, fully prepared to fight him!"

The woman still tightly gripped her Axe, leaving Percival somewhat helpless. "There is no more danger now, my love. Can we please put that thing down?"

"No!" Hearing her husband's words, Freya shook her head with absolute resolve. "It is dangerous here. I must ensure the safety of you and the children!"

Percival placed his Gun on top of the wardrobe, making sure the two children could not reach it, before sitting down next to his wife and gently grasping her hand.

"My love, we are safe now. Please put it down, in the name of our god, Odin!"

Only upon hearing those words did Freya slowly lower her battle axe and embrace her husband. "I am sorry, my love... I... I did not want this either!" She suddenly burst into tears, prompting the man to hug her tightly, rubbing her back.

As the couple held each other, the two little girls also walked over, throwing their tiny arms around their parents as the entire family wept together.

Percival was Freya's husband, and he naturally knew that his wife's greatest problem was her severe mental instability.

Even before their family moved from Stockholm to Malmö, she was frequently berated by others and branded as the "Cursed Daughter of the Witch".

This was because her lineage belonged to the most ancient Germanic Family, a clan that still fished by the sea to this day, completely out of place in a modernized city.

It was no wonder. In this nation where Christians prevailed and Ancient Myths had long shattered, who would still honor ancient oaths and continue the Sacrifice to the Norse Gods?

Yet, out of pure love, Percival had chosen this woman. He accepted her "mental instability" and even chose to stand by her side, venerating and making sacrifices to the Norse Gods in the heart of this urban city.

Naturally, such behavior was considered incredibly heretical and deviant in a modern metropolis. But he was willing to do it. He was willing to endure all the criticism and gossip, for she was his beloved!

"My love, please do not cry! Is this not what you have always dreamed of? The Gods you have faithfully believed in have finally shown results, have they not?"

"Yes!" Freya replied, looking down. She seemed much more joyful now. "This is the faith of our people. My father told me that if even our branch of the tribe fails to keep believing in the Gods, then the Gods will truly be forgotten forever!"

"I do not want that to happen. This is the faith of our race; this is the faith belonging to the Germanic People!"

"Back then, when we roamed the seas as pirates and fought against the Romans, these beliefs were already with us!"

"Now that we have settled on land, they have all started to believe in Christ. Only we, those who still fish by the shore, continue to uphold the ancient traditions!"

"We are Vikings, we are Germanic People, we are the inhabitants of Northern Europe, and we are the Original Inhabitants of Midgard!"

"My father told me that in those ancient times, we walked alongside Giants and befriended Elves. Dwarves helped us forge our tools, and Dragons served as our mounts!"

She abruptly lifted her head, pouring out her deepest thoughts to her husband. "Many people told me that all of this was fake. Many of the coastal folks completely abandoned their faith. They even built a Church right by the sea!"

"But I have always believed that none of it was false. The Gods truly exist! They called me a lunatic; they claimed I was mentally unhinged!"

"But they are our Gods! They are meant to exist, are they not?"

An intense, brilliant light seemed to bloom within her eyes. A special power flickered deep within her gaze, making her completely different from before.

Percival quickly comforted her. "From now on, no one will ever doubt you again! The fact that this power genuinely exists proves that our myths are not merely myths, but true history!"

Freya walked over to the blue crystal and slowly knelt on the ground. A look of profound, inexplicable reverence and yearning graced her features.

"O wise, one-eyed Odin!

Your gaze that carved the runic symbols with a spear tip,

Pierces through the mist-shrouded Niflheim—

Please, let the wings of the raven guide our longships,

And let the Horns of Valhalla resound throughout Midgard!"

From her lips flowed the prayer she had recited countless times. The ancient, time-honored words were chanted, syllable by syllable!

And as the woman chanted, the crystal that already emitted a faint blue glow slowly levitated. It floated directly in front of Freya, cascading radiant blue Magic light over her body!

A peculiar voice materialized beside her and Percival's ears. It was a lazy, drawling male voice:

"Mmm... I feel the tranquil chanting. That is the voice of The Faithful!"

Hearing this, the couple immediately looked up, staring at the crystal before them. The blue light actually converged in mid-air, taking the shape of a pitch-black Raven:

"The God of the Scepter, the Almighty Father has heard your call, young Witch!" It opened its beak and spoke human words, manifesting an undeniable, tangible power. "The Gods are reviving. Asgard is awakening. Yggdrasil is erecting its branches. Before the Gods choose to destroy the world, your call has reached the ears of the God King!"

"Now, He shall bestow upon you the Power of Three Springs, allowing you to remain in Midgard to become the wellspring of Divine Faith for the Gods!"

"The God King's first decree: Restore the Sacrifice to the Gods, seek out The Faithful of the Gods, and expel all heathens who do not believe in the Gods from Midgard!"

The Raven sent by the deities delivered its first command, bringing forth an echo that thundered like a violent storm!

Divine Thunder cracked and roared through the sky outside the moment its words were spoken!

"Rumble!"