Percy Jackson - Godwyn the Golden

"His death marked the beginning of Odin's downfall." Mimir's thoughts, remembering years ago.

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"Are you saying our bases in Vanaheim are being destroyed?" The one who spoke was an ordinary man with a rather handsome face, fair skin, and braided blond hair. What stood out most about his appearance were his bright purple eyes, which leaned toward pink.

He was dressed luxuriously in a white tunic and high-quality leather embroidered with gold thread. His teeth were golden, shining ostentatiously against the sun.

"You imbecile, why didn't you tell me sooner!?" Driving his sword through the Einherjar, Heimdall said in a furious tone. With his blood-stained sword, he looked at the other Einherjar and asked with an irritated tone, "Does anyone want to say something I don't already know?"

"No? Then move your fucking asses and go check what's happening!!!" Hearing the silence, he sounded sarcastic, then roared furiously at the warriors around him.

In these times of war, anything that seemed suspicious was likely rebels trying to cause chaos. Heimdall knew better than anyone that the Rulers of the Nine Worlds wanted to devour Odin's flesh and drink his blood.

So, any attack that wasn't on the front lines was the work of these rulers, trying to cause chaos and more damage to Odin's Divine Court.

"No matter who it is, I will kill you," Heimdall muttered with a sarcastic and arrogant tone. He wasn't afraid; he could count on his fingers the gods who could harm him, and all of those gods didn't leave their respective planets casually.

So, the mastermind of the attacks was a minor god at the behest of a ruler, which is why he wasn't afraid.

Vanaheim, Home of the Vanir Gods.

"Godwyn, their blood is silver!" Thalia commented, drawing the sword she received from Brok before leaving. The blade was made in a Nordic style with an intricate hilt full of engravings. After all, she couldn't use her spear and shield; it was the same as screaming her identity to the world.

"They are essentially made of souls and the energy of the Bifrost," Godwyn replied with a smile as he finished killing the last Einherjar on site. "By the way, didn't you notice that before?"

This was the third camp they had destroyed today. Together, Thalia and Godwyn had killed more than a hundred. So, he thought Thalia had already noticed the silver blood of the Einherjar.

"I was enjoying the battle and didn't even care," Thalia replied, looking at the corpse disappearing into silver particles.

"Do you think the fish took the bait?" Thalia looked at the ruined camp and asked curiously.

"He will. He's not a very smart fish. He's a coward who likes to bully the weak and fear the strong," Godwyn replied with a touch of sarcasm in his voice. "He knows that strong gods wouldn't bother destroying these camps, so he will come when the time is right."

Godwyn knew Heimdall better than Heimdall knew himself. He might seem arrogant and sarcastic, but he would beg for his life when he saw he was at risk of dying. That was Odin's loyal dog, named Heimdall.

"Great, I want to punch that fucking bastard," Thalia said in a fierce tone. Ever since she learned what Heimdall made Godwyn go through in his childhood, she had wanted to punch the cruel and filthy bastard.

"So it's you who's making all this noise."

Suddenly, a warm, gentle, and free voice sounded above Godwyn and Thalia, making them both raise their heads to see a handsome brown-haired man sitting on a tree branch.

A smile appeared on Godwyn's lips. He looked at the man and spoke with an amused and respectful tone, "Your Majesty, King of the Vanir, it's been a while since we last met."

"I still haven't managed to dethrone my father, you brat," Freyr said, appearing beside Godwyn. He looked at the destroyed camp and showed a touch of satisfaction.

"But you are already a king in the eyes of other rulers and your own people," Godwyn said with a smile. Of all the gods, Freyr was one of the youngest, perhaps that's why he was more cheerful than other gods.

Although Freyr was smiling, he looked deeply at Godwyn, the reason the Pantheon was at war at this moment. Godwyn's words implied that the boy was involved in the plans of other rulers.

"You are so young, yet so cunning," Freyr let out a sigh and spoke in a tired tone. He really didn't like divine politics. He still couldn't believe that the boy before him was involved in the conspiracy for the Throne of Vanaheim.

"You will be a good king, better than the Sea King ever was," Godwyn didn't deny Freyr's words; there was no reason to. He was indeed one of those who voted in favor of putting Freyr on the throne of Vanaheim.

Freyr rolled his eyes. "You just want the armies of Vanaheim to fight alongside the other armies of the Nine Realms."

"You can stay out of it; no one is forcing you," Godwyn replied with a smile, not minding Freyr's slightly sarcastic tone.

"And miss the chance to see that cruel bastard's death scene? Even if you didn't want me, I would still fight by your side," Freyr said with a cruel smile. Just imagining Odin's death brought him an immense feeling of satisfaction.

Godwyn nodded, not at all surprised by Freyr's words. Besides the Dwarves, the one who suffered most at Odin's hands was Vanaheim. Not only was Freya held hostage in Asgard, but the planet itself was also almost completely controlled by Odin.

"What are you doing? These are just a few Einherjar camps; they aren't important," Freyr asked curiously, seeing the destruction around. Freyr's gaze briefly stopped on Thalia. There was something strange about the girl, but he couldn't see what it was.

"Luring the Watchman and killing him. Then usurping his Divine Position," Godwyn didn't hide his plans and spoke directly. After all, they were in Vanaheim and needed Freyr's help to hide their tracks until Heimdall arrived.

Freyr looked at Godwyn in shock but soon calmed down. He let out a sigh and spoke with a genuinely happy smile, "I will congratulate you in advance on your ascension to Godhood. May you have an immortal life full of joy and blessings."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Godwyn thanked with an equally genuine tone. He truly hoped his life would be peaceful, but he knew better than anyone that it would be anything but.

"Be careful, Godwyn. Don't trust those old gods. They are old and cunning; acting is as easy for them as breathing itself. If it weren't for Ragnarok, they would never be so friendly." Disappearing in a gust of leaves, Freyr's voice sounded in Godwyn's ear.

Godwyn's face remained calm. He knew this even better than Freyr. If it weren't for Ragnarok, Loki could never be so friendly. Loki was hated for a reason; he was treacherous and only cared about himself.

He is a messenger of chaos. It was his nature to be so. Even though he was in this war to get revenge and save his sons and daughters, he also wanted a stage to create chaos and satisfy his sick desire.

So, Godwyn definitely didn't trust Loki and other gods, not even Hela. He didn't trust her much either. The reason for this was the discrepancy in status between them. Never think that friendship is superior to interests.

If he had something that could strengthen Hela's power, the woman would definitely not hesitate to steal it from him. As for negotiating? To negotiate, one must have an equal status or a strength capable of frightening the other side.

That's why Godwyn wants to create a Pantheon. Only when you have status are you truly respected; this was even more evident in the Divine World. The minor gods were considered even worse than humans.

Nymphs and forest spirits, for example, these minor goddesses are nothing more than toys for the powerful gods, worse than humans. Humans could at least live their mortal lives.

"What are you thinking about so seriously?" Leaning on Godwyn, Thalia asked as she rested her chin on his shoulder, looking at his perfect, handsome face with a bright gaze.

"I'm thinking that we are weak and without status, with no right to even choose how we die," Godwyn said in a calm and deep tone. "We need power to protect ourselves and what matters to us."

Thalia nodded. She herself understood that without power, the scene at Camp Half-Blood would just repeat itself.

"Let's kill this bastard and make you a god," Thalia said with a cold expression, making Godwyn smile.

"Yes, let's go," Godwyn replied with a determined tone.

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Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos (500,000 words written).

Percy Jackson: Godwyn the Golden.