The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 815 - 18 You have bigger breasts, you go first (Asking for

Chapter 815: Chapter 18 You have bigger breasts, you go first! (Asking for votes at the beginning of the month)_3 Chapter 815: Chapter 18 You have bigger breasts, you go first! (Asking for votes at the beginning of the month)_3 “Winter God Skadi.

Could this place be her castle?

And that girl, did she toss me into Jotunheim to set me at odds with Skadi?

Happy to see either the busty one or the sharp-tongued one dead?

After a bout of malicious sulk, Luo En shook his head to himself.

Now that the purpose of the broken engagement was fulfilled, there was no need to provoke these crazy women.

Since he happened to come to Jotunheim, he had more important matters to resolve.

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Having made up his mind, he quietly moved his feet, opting to walk in the direction away from the castle.

However, no sooner had he lifted his leg than the ice beneath his feet cracked, and Luo En quickly retreated, hoping to return to a safe area.

But with every step he took, the ice would break beneath him without warning, and the icy cold waters of the lake below churned violently, seeking to engulf him.

Soon, there were no footholds left around him.

Luo En’s eyebrows knitted slightly as two golden flames burst forth from behind him, turning into wings, and carried him into the air.

Strange, in this damned weather of Jotunheim, how could the ice melt?

Just as Luo En looked doubtfully below, the sky thundered and thick clouds swirled above his head. Ice spikes twenty to thirty centimeters long, hailstones the size of his face, and snowflakes sharp as blades in the wild wind at all came attacking him relentlessly.

Luo En instinctively raised a magic barrier and tried to flap his wings to leave this area stricken by extreme weather.

However, he soon realized that wherever he went, the blizzard followed.

More precisely, the blizzard enveloped a three-meter radius around him.

Whether it was fine and sunny or changing from clear to cloudy beside him, he always enjoyed the pleasure of a blizzard.

Skadi’s authority?

Luo En picked up a piece of hail from the ground, squeezed it casually, and crushed it.

No, there’s no residue of divinity, just ordinary extreme weather events.

But why circle around me? It’s really like seeing a ghost…

Luo En muttered to himself, then casually dropped the shattered hail in his hand.

Then, as he watched, a gust of wind swept by, and these ice fragments were blown to the side of a mountain peak, striking against several rocks that were exposed.

“Crack~~”

The rocks broke and rolled down the mountain, making a dull sound along the way.

Following that, the entire valley echoed like thunder, the perennial snow slid off the steep mountain, and in a chain reaction, it turned into a sweeping avalanche that swept down toward a certain figure below.

Looking at the white roar heading his way, Luo En’s face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

This wasn’t Winter God’s authority but the spitting of fate!

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Meanwhile, in a part of Jotunheim.

That little brunette Lolita who had claimed to be “Angelboda,” fuming with a black leather ancient book under her arm, stormed into the World Tree’s halo, grumbling along the way:

“I’m so mad! That guy just infuriates me!”

Wisps of steam fluttered from the Urd Holy Spring, where a silver-haired, brown-skinned goddess with a mature and graceful figure, leaned comfortably on the side of the spring, amusingly watching the little sister who approached:

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“How so? He wasn’t charmed by your charisma?”

“That’s because he’s blind!”

Giantess Angelboda, or rather Goddess of the Future Scouty, gritted her teeth in frustration, huffing at her elder sister Urd, who was luxuriating in a bath.

Urd nodded, a hint of mockery dancing in her eyes,

“Hmm, right, he had to search among the giants for quite a while just to pick you out.”

“Urd, you just had to say that!”

“Are you going to jump up and hit me in the knee? Little sprout?”

Urd rose from the water, hands on hips, deliberately flaunting her ample bosom in front of her little sister, inflicting a severe psychological insult and visual assault.

Faced with this scene, the recently stabilized emotions of Scouty collapsed again, turning red-hot in an instant; she lunged at the pool:

“Urd, I’m going to take you on!”

Despite being the eldest sister, this woman always loved to belittle her, both openly and covertly, so it was normal for them to not get along, with minor squabbles every couple of days and major fights every three.

Seeing the sisters about to squabble publicly again, Belldandy, who often mediated conflicts between them, helplessly blocked the clawing younger sister and stood up to remind her,

“Alright, stop it. Father God tasked you with weaving him into ‘Fate,’ to anchor his future and enhance the ‘Divinity’ of fate, but you messed it up, and it looks like it won’t end well now.”

“So what? He deserved it for pointing at me and calling me short!”

Scouty turned her head away, her pouty little face full of indignation,

“Now, even if he’s willing to marry, I refuse!”

“I didn’t say you had to marry him, just to stay by his side and find ways to blend your ‘Divinity.'”

Belldandy explained helplessly, trying to comfort her sister.

Angelboda means “foreboding of sorrow,” which is both the fate of the Nordic realms and the role Scouty needs to portray.

To complete the cycle of fate, she needs to make some small preparations and sacrifices.

However, Scouty threw a childlike tantrum, shaking her head like a rattle-drum:

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“No way! I just don’t want to! Now when I see that guy’s face, it annoys me!”

In the midst of her speech, Scouty didn’t forget to snuggle up to her second sister Belldandy’s arm.

Compared to her mature and teasing eldest sister, she naturally preferred her gentle, kind, and understanding second sister.

And whenever there was an unsolvable problem, she often had her back.

But what usually was an infallible trick lacked its expected effect this time.

Belldandy pried off her little sister’s arm, showing she was helpless in the matter, and seriously warned her,

“This matter concerns the world’s fate. If you fail to fulfill Father God’s charge and play the ‘Great Chorale’ in time to awaken Him, He will be unhappy.”

At the mention of the words “Father God,” Scouty’s face fell, no longer daring to act like a whimsical child, only muttering discontentedly,

“It was that guy who refused; what could I do?”

Quickly, Scouty’s gaze shifted to the figure in the Holy Spring with the bounteous, shapely figure under two thundering mounds:

“He likes big chests. Urd, you have the biggest chest here, why don’t you go first?! It’s decided then, happily!”

Saying this, Scouty tossed the Black Leather Ancient Book into the Sacred Pool and dashed toward the misty depths.

For a moment, Belldandy and Urd, left behind, looked at each other cluelessly.