"Loki, you're right, my Divine Business would never succumb to mere dictates of Fate! If they want it, let them take it by might!"
Watching Odin reinvigorated with fighting spirit, Luo En maintained a superficial smile, but his heart was somewhat conflicted.
As someone who had personally overturned Fate, he undoubtedly had the most authority on these matters.
Yet at the same time, these were the words he should least utter.
But often, emotions tend to break through the limits of reason.
As Luo En silently berated himself, the disheartened Odin stepped forward to inquire,
"So, how are the humans in Midgard doing?"
"They have already learned group hunting, using Flames to cook food, and how to build houses and clear land to grow grains; they are essentially self-sufficient now. In a few more generations, they should have a reasonable combat ability."
Realizing he had slipped into self-congratulation, Luo En replied honestly, his tone unavoidably carrying a hint of pride.
