{Chapter: 248 Clash of Titans – The Last Gambit}
The skies over Asgard trembled with divine fury. The golden clouds crackled with celestial lightning, a storm summoned by the wrath of gods. In the heart of the chaos stood two titans—William, cloaked in a golden radiance that flickered like a dying star, and Odin All-Father, radiating ancient majesty, gripping the Spear of Eternity with righteous anger.
William raised his golden sword, its edge humming with condensed elemental power, a weapon forged not by mortals, but born from a fusion of chaos and science. Odin, in contrast, stood tall with the weight of countless millennia behind his arm, his spear gleaming with eternal light.
Without words, they charged.
Clang! Clang! CLANG!
The earth shattered beneath their feet as divine steel met alien brilliance. Each collision released shockwaves that cracked the sky and shattered stone palaces. Asgard's very foundations trembled.
William's movements were fierce, wild, powered by unnatural energy barely held together by will alone. But Odin was relentless—a force of divine law and order, his strikes sharp and sure, like fate itself.
Suddenly, William faltered. His body convulsed mid-swing, golden light spurting violently from his veins like escaping steam. His legs buckled.
"Now!" Odin growled and drove the Spear of Eternity forward.
CRACK!
The spear tore through William's left shoulder, piercing sinew and bone with the sound of grinding metal and bursting flesh. Sparks burst from the impact, golden and crimson mixing in a violent dance.
"AAARGH!" William howled in agony, his knees nearly giving out. He clutched the shaft of the spear, his hand burning with golden flames as he wrenched it free with brute force, blood and ichor pouring from the wound.
More golden lights exploded from within his chest—unstable, erratic, like the sun losing its mind.
"Damn it!" he cursed through gritted teeth. "You chose now to fail me?!"
Inside his failing body, the golden Metamorphic T-cells split like a chain reaction unraveling. Each cell twisted into the shape of an infinity symbol, its two halves struggling to remain linked. On one side, deformed meta-cells; on the other, raw T-cells—no longer compatible, no longer stable. The fusion that made him transcendent was tearing him apart.
Odin narrowed his eyes, voice cold and thunderous. "Your body is unraveling. The fusion is broken. You're already dead—you just haven't fallen yet."
William chuckled, his lips smeared with blood. "So much for your sacred Asgardian pills. They were supposed to solve everything. All bark, no bite."
But his words betrayed the truth—he was stalling. His time was short.
"Any last words?" Odin asked, spear crackling with white fire.
"Last words?" William grinned despite the pain. "You're right. I always have a backup plan."
He vanished.
In a blur, he reappeared above Odin, floating like a dying comet. The skies turned violet as the five Elemental Giants, once wreaking havoc below, roared as one and exploded into raw elemental energy. The wind howled, fire screamed, rock shattered, floodwaters crashed, and ice hissed into steam—all of it surged into William's body.
His limbs burned with power—his arms now sheathed in magma and frost, his legs coiled with vines of storm and stone, his chest glowing like a newborn star.
With a final wave of his hand, a blue glyph spun into the air. Fifty Artificial King Kongs and the mighty Volcanicus vanished in a flash of blue light, stored away in dimensional space.
Odin appeared behind him, faster than lightning.
SWISH!
The Spear of Eternity pierced through William's back, erupting from his chest in a shower of gore and golden sparks. The wound gaped open, tendrils of gold and red spilling from the broken flesh.
"With your death, your crimes shall be recorded in flame and blood. You will be a curse upon history," Odin declared, his voice shaking the heavens.
William coughed, blood spraying from his lips like mist. And yet, he smiled.
"Are you so sure I'll die today, old man?"
Odin pulled the spear free, preparing the final blow.
William turned, slower now, burning with pain but brimming with defiance.
Inside William's body, the golden deformed T-cells were in a state of separation, and all turned into a horizontal number '8', with deformed meta-cells on one side and T-cells on the other side. They were still connected, but only temporarily.
As time went on, they changed from a horizontal 8 to two separate individuals. That is, from Deformed T-cells, they would return to the original T-cells and Deformed meta-cells.
"Let me show you my real plan."
In his hand appeared a small, chilling relic: the Casket of Ancient Winters, pulsing with glacial hatred.
"How... HOW is that in your possession?!" Odin bellowed, face contorting with shock and rage.
"Oh, I borrowed it from your dear Loki. He's too busy playing god to notice when someone steals from him."
Golden veins across William's chest began to rupture. His body shook violently, and he knew the end was near.
His body shook again. There was not much time left.
He unleashed the Casket.
From the core of the ancient relic burst a cataclysmic tide of frost, colder than the void between stars. The air shattered. Ice crystals formed midair and exploded into lethal shrapnel.
"I won't let you—" Odin shouted, lunging forward.
"TOO LATE!" William roared, and the full might of ancient winter blasted Odin at point-blank range.
The frost struck Odin's body like a tidal wave. His flesh turned pale, his golden armor cracked and blackened from the cold. In an instant, the All-Father's body was encased in ice, a massive sculpture of fury frozen in time.
"Damn you..." Odin muttered as the last of his breath froze solid inside his throat.
As William floated, barely alive, a dozen golden beams erupted from within his body. Bones cracked. His spine twisted. The Shining Quadruple Transformation was collapsing under its own unstable perfection.
The sky split open again as hundreds of Asgardian warriors surged toward him, magic and weapons at the ready.
"Kill him! End him now! He's dying! DO IT!"
In response, William pulled out one last trump card—the Tesseract.
"Run it for me," he whispered.
The cube ignited with impossible energy. A celestial map of the universe unfurled in William's mind, constellations rotating like gears of fate.
"AAARRRGHHH!" William screamed, his body beginning to break apart. The map's core expanded, drawing him in like a black hole.
With one final, defiant look at the frozen Odin, William vanished into the galactic vortex that suddenly appeared—swallowed by stars, leaving only silence and smoke behind.
The sky darkened.
Asgard burned.
*****
You can support me by joining my Patreon and get upto 60 chapters in advance.
patreon.com/Eden_Translation