All Chapters of Auden’s Blessing: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

In the Age of Rebirth, the gods awaken one after another, and the Nine Realms are reshuffled.What appears to be a brand-new order conceals the hidden threads of fate.Ina of this life—once the goddess of love in her previous one—awakens from a single dream and chooses to retain the memories of her past, returning to the realm of the Æsir.Yet the world she returns to has already been turned upside down.A fractured identity.Two divine races locked in irreconcilable conflict.Loki’s obsessive search.Odin’s deliberate indifference…“A reborn world… is a new world. All ties of the past have long since ceased to exist.”“I no longer love you. I’m sorry,” he says flatly.From destruction to rebirth—is this the ending she had waited for?In these three thousand years, what had she truly lost?And what was it that, after the incantation of the Path of the Underworld, granted her this chance to be reborn?Chapter One: Odin’s LongingThe World Tree, also known as the Tree of the Cosmos, i

A towering, boundless iron gate cut off the world inside the temple from the one outside. Soldiers riding skeletal leopards and black horses stood in orderly ranks, patrolling in circles—the stark contrast between white bone and black fur striking to the eye. On the platform above the temple, a skeletal dragon glowing with a faint green light lazily swayed its tail. At the very top, Odin’s black dragon spread its wings in the rain, gliding through the sky and exhaling white mist.Whenever it rained, the sky here felt oppressively low, as though dark clouds and lightning were merging with the earth itself. Yet when night fell, the lights bestowed upon the imperial capital a brilliance of utmost luxury.Above the twelve principal godly palaces appeared the statues of the awakened deities: Odin, Hodr, Freyr, Balder, Loki, Thor, Heimdall, Freyja, and Bragi. Among them, the statues of Balder, Loki, and Freyr were golden, while the rest were silver. Gold belonged to the Vanir; silver to the

The fundamental difference between divine smiths and demon smiths lies in their role on the battlefield. Although both can provide support, throw weapons, or handle supply once deployed, within the Vanir tribe the highest attainment of a divine smith is to assist a grand archmage; whereas in the Aesir tribe, the true definition of a demon smith is “a fiendish master craftsman capable of forging any weapon and wielding it with lethal skill in combat.”In terms of craftsmanship, however, the two are largely similar. Therefore, judging solely from the wooden staff I made, it would be impossible to tell whether it came from a divine smith or a demon smith.The craftsman examined the staff with unrestrained excitement, while I continued rapidly forging other weapons according to the blueprints—until Magni entered the hall.Magni was a tall, imposing elder. Though his hair was entirely white, his physique remained robust. He wore a long black robe of a grand demon smith that trailed along t

Judging from how relentlessly Thor had pursued Sif in his previous life, once he finally won her over, he would probably have spent centuries doing nothing but grinning like a fool. So when I first heard that he had gotten married, I was genuinely shocked.Yarnssa was very young—a demon officer, and a hybrid of a giant and an Aesir. Because of that, she was tall and striking, with a sweet face, yet her personality combined the brutality of giants with the cold arrogance typical of Aesir women. On top of that, she had married Thor, who was wealthy enough to rival entire nations—so she carried herself with an almost outrageous level of arrogance.Thor walked straight over to the officiator and said a few words. Seeing the look of fear and hesitation on the man’s face, I could more or less guess what had happened—Yarnssa had been late over some trivial matter and had dragged her all-powerful husband here to force a direct registration.Just as I expected, Yarnssa pulled out two test tube

Missing the Ghostsmith exam—and wasting half a month’s living expenses on renting a bone phoenix—left me deeply frustrated, more than words could describe. Still, I quickly signed up for the next available exam. After giving myself a bit of encouragement, I wrote to Yanshasa and Mili, asking when it would be a good time for us to meet and practice.I soon received a reply from Mili. She wrote: “I’m still preparing for the Archmage selection training. Give me a few more days.”Unlike our competition, the Archmage selection didn’t allow submissions in advance—the key lay in magical proficiency and adaptability. So Mili was clearly quite busy as well. Over the next few days, I made several bows and enchanted quivers and sold them. Without a shop, I had to rely on intermediaries, so the prices were far from ideal—but at least I managed to earn enough to get by.A week later, I finally received a reply from Yanshasa: “Thor won’t let me go out. Let’s wait until Mili finishes the plan.”Two