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[Zhou Zhuo again]

"Is that a problem with the soul?" Odin asked again.

"It should be, but it's hard to say. At least Hela's current situation is unlike anything I've seen before," Scala replied.

Odin frowned and fell silent for a moment.

After a while, he suddenly said, "Scala, do you think... could this be the prophecy?"

Scala was startled: "Which prophecy?"

Odin sighed: "During the last hunting festival, didn't I receive three prophecies from the spirit of the Norn? One of the prophecies was, 'The possession of the gem will cause your children to die.'"

Scala said nothing.

Odin continued, "Think about it. The Infinity Stones have such powerful power; there must be a price. Maybe Jord's death was because of this... I think I have to give up the gems, or else Hela will be the next to go."

"I think you're right, Odin," Scala agreed.

"The power of Asgard is already immense in your hands, and it's further strengthened by the corpses of the nine celestrials. Even without the Infinity Stones, you remain the most powerful being in the universe. Giving up the gems won't diminish your strength."

Odin nodded: "Yes, continuing to possess the gems is just pointless greed. Scala, how do you think I should arrange these three gems?"

"Disperse them and store them across the universe to prevent them from being collected by others," Scala suggested. "If someone obtains three or more Infinity Stones, it could still cause some trouble."

"I'm afraid that situation is very unlikely," Odin shook his head. "Not everyone can handle the Infinity Stones, especially the Power Stone, which is very damaging to the body. Few in the universe can use it. To use multiple stones simultaneously, one would need the Infinity Gauntlet."

As he spoke, Odin raised his right hand, which was wearing the Infinity Gauntlet, and clenched his fist.

The Power Stone immediately emitted a purple light, and the surging power wrapped around the glove like a chain, flickering and pulsing.

Under the repeated assault of the purple light, the Infinity Gauntlet soon cracked all over, the glyphs became blurred, and it turned into a lump of scrap metal.

Odin then removed the three gems and handed them to Scala along with the gauntlet: "I'll leave the storage of the three gems to you... Also, though this gauntlet is now useless, decorate the surface and place it in the treasure house as a souvenir."

"Okay." Scala nodded.

"One more thing, after a period, take someone to Midgard and seal Cul there forever," Odin added.

...

Early morning.

Forseti woke up from his sleep. After washing up, he opened the holy deed and found a book of experience.

[Book of Experience: Lorewalker Zhou Zhuo]

Given the special mechanism of this book of experience, he would occasionally go in for a challenge, not only to encounter famous bosses but also to wait for suitable battle scenes.

Too powerful bosses, such as Ragnaros, would kill him instantly. Bosses weaker than him weren't worth wasting this special book of experience.

The ideal situation was to encounter a boss stronger than him, which would let him hold out until reinforcements arrived. The reinforcements needed to be stronger to help him win the battle.

Entering the familiar experience space, Zhou Zhuo's chubby figure appeared before Forseti.

In the dark and cold space, the monster hunter Zhou Zhuo squatted in a corner and muttered to himself, "Hey, what does this button do? Let me try..."

"Boom--"

A door slowly opened from the darkness.

Zhou Zhuo glanced at the crack of the door and then ran away decisively. His fat body disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving only one sentence: "Hold on, warrior! I'll get help!"

Forseti wasn't surprised. He held Antusur's hand and watched vigilantly as the door slowly opened in the dark.

Who will it be this time?

The scene behind the gate remained dim.

So, it wasn't until the door was halfway open that Forseti could see the boss inside.

A masked knight riding a skeleton horse and holding a long sword emitted an evil aura. Seeing Forseti, he coldly said, "The Scourge will devour you!"

Lord Rivendell!

Forseti recognized the death knight as Lord Rivendell of Stratholme, and the death horse beneath him was one of the most prestigious mounts in the World of Warcraft.

He opened a shield of light.

"Hiss--"

Almost at the same time, the death warhorse neighed, reared, and Lord Rivendell waved his long sword, releasing a faint, corrosive light.

"Boom!"

The shield of light immediately cracked.

Forseti was slightly shocked but judged that Lord Rivendell's strength was greater than his but not overwhelming.

The boss's strength was just right. If the reinforcements were stronger, this book of experience could be completed.

After a blow, the death warhorse rushed forward, and Lord Rivendell quickly approached Forseti.

Lord Rivendell was filled with some corrosive power. As the distance between them shortened, Forseti felt dizzy and stumbled.

"Crash—"

The ground cracked, and several skeleton soldiers climbed out, attacking Forseti.

Blessed Hammer!

Forseti swung his war hammer. When the holy light flashed, the hammer of blessing shot out, hitting several skeleton soldiers in a spiral.

Against demons and skeletons, the power of the Holy Light increased greatly, and several skeleton soldiers were immediately blown apart.

Immediately afterward, Lord Rivendell rode the death horse forward, his long sword flashing faintly as it slashed.

"Boom!"

The already cracked light shield collapsed, and Forseti was knocked back.

Not only that, but the corrosive power of this sword struck him, causing sudden severe pain. He screamed and almost fainted.

He quickly got up, the holy light illuminating his body, and the corrosive power dissipated with another burst of pain.

Forseti clenched his warhammer tightly, panting as he watched Lord Rivendell, looking nervous.

This is definitely a level 6 boss. I hope Zhou Zhuo's reinforcements arrive soon.

Lord Rivendell swung his long sword, the death steed roared, and Forseti opened the shield of light again.

"Boom!"

The shield of light collapsed again, but this time Forseti managed to land a hit, and the hammer of justice struck the death warhorse.

The holy light was released, and the death horse's bones flew apart, laming it.

However, Lord Rivendell remained unfazed. With a wave of his long sword, several skeleton soldiers climbed out of the ground. Two of them stepped forward and merged into the body of the dead warhorse, repairing its injuries.