Chapter 407: Everything Except the Snake Is Poisonous (Part 2)

When he first heard these terms, Yemengjia de was somewhat bewildered, like a cultivator emerging from seclusion to find the world utterly changed.

Wasn't Earth supposed to be some remote, desolate backwater? What were these things on the ocean? What were these things on land? What were these things in the sky?

Though he possessed extraordinary wisdom, he had no foresight, and he never imagined that in just a few thousand years, humanity had changed so drastically—that this tiny planet had become quite prosperous.

But none of this appealed to Yemengjia de; he only wanted to return to Asgard to seek revenge. After hours of fruitless communication with the Sanctum Sanctorum, he finally understood the current situation.

Humanity had created a strange organization to communicate with cosmic deities, offering them all sorts of peculiar services, and had already amassed a large client base.

Faced with Earth's state of affairs and feeling increasingly out of touch, Yemengjia de ultimately chose to contact the Sanctum Sanctorum—but this cunning serpent never paid directly; instead, he endlessly chatted with customer service, extracting useful information, and whenever payment or membership renewal came up, he changed the subject.

One day, as he continued chatting with customer service, the representative suddenly paused and said: "Sorry, Mr. Yemengjia de, you have an urgent communication. Would you like to take it?"

"Urgent communication?" Yemengjia de immediately grew wary. "No, I don't know any deities."

"Alright," the representative pulled the receiver away slightly and said to someone beside him: "Tell Prince Loki he's sorry—his client refused the call… Asgard coup? Succession dispute? But…"

"Wait! Who?" Yemengjia de asked on his end. The representative still seemed to be speaking to someone beside him. Yemengjia de raised his voice: "Who did you just say called?"

"Oh, sorry—it's Prince Loki, Loki Odinson."

"Odinson?" Yemengjia de slowly uttered the surname. "Connect me to his call."

"One moment… uh, sorry, you currently lack cross-dimensional communication privileges. This feature is exclusive to members. Would you like to upgrade your membership?"

If Yemengjia de had hands, he would have been frantically scratching his head. After a long, furious struggle, he finally said: "Fine, membership. You clever humans—how do I pay?"

"First, you must find an agent on Earth, project your power into his body, then have him personally come to the Sanctum Sanctorum to deliver your power. We will then register your name in our member database…"

Yemengjia de felt a headache coming on. He didn't know who to pick as an agent. The role sounded important, but not important enough to risk revealing himself on Earth.

Then he suddenly remembered the believers who had long offered him faith. Absorbing faith and competing for followers was an innate instinct of cosmic deities. If these people were willing to worship him, the agent must be chosen from among them.

Yemengjia de didn't overthink it—he directly selected the most devout among them.

Yes, it was Shiler Rodriguez, the compiler of the Hydra Bible, renowned literary and religious text critic, and Supreme Director of Hydra's Americas Region.

Cosmic deities almost always followed the same pattern when signing agents: sneak into a human's mind while they slept and whisper demonic seductions. Siseon, who outright abducted people, was confident enough in his power to not fear Gu Yi bothering him—most deities still avoided such boldness.

Yemengjia de feared Odin too much to use brute force—he still intended to use spiritual projection.

Yemengjia de's first spiritual projection went smoothly. He successfully entered the human doctor's mind—a vast, empty space filled with white mist—where a massive serpent head faced a tiny human figure.

Just as Yemengjia de opened his mouth to speak, he noticed the man's gaze was strange—not the look of a believer toward a god, but of a person staring at a dish of food.

But this anomaly was quickly dismissed by Yemengjia de. His communication with Shiler went unnaturally smoothly; all the manipulation, deception, and tactics he'd planned were unnecessary. The human showed no surprise at his arrival—as if he'd been expecting it.

Yemengjia de sensed something was off, but he was solely focused on learning Asgard's current situation. He ignored all anomalies and successfully upgraded his membership, then connected to Loki's call.

"Yemengjia de, you've truly awakened?"

"Correct, young prince. What do you want from me?"

Loki spoke rapidly: "Listen, Yemengjia de, I need your help. My brother and I are fighting for the throne—the position of All-Father of Asgard."

"Many support me, including thirteen of Asgard's twenty fleet commanders, the deputy commander of the Royal Guard, and numerous Asgardian generals and their warriors."

fantuantanshu.

"But my brother Thor is stronger—he's gained a new divine office, a new divine rank, and Odin stands by his side. I'm about to lose, but I won't accept it."

Yemengjia de heard Loki's voice thick with bitterness: "The All-Father was unjust—he never gave me a chance. Yet I still earned the support of nearly half of Asgard through my own strength."

"But it's still not enough. I need a stronger force—one that can decide victory or defeat. Yemengjia de, I know you played the role of killing Thor in the prophecy the All-Father learned. I don't care if it's real, but it proves you can defeat him…"

"When I heard from the Sanctum Sanctorum that you'd awakened and they'd contacted you, I couldn't help but think—perhaps this is the prophecy's magic. My final battle with Thor is coming. I need your help, Yemengjia de…"

"Come to Asgard. Fulfill your destiny. Help me ascend the throne. All nine realms' prosperity will belong to me—and to you."

Yemengjia de felt a fierce emotion surging in his chest. As the fated prophecy descended, a powerful sense of mission enveloped him. He immediately asked: "What must I do?"

"Listen, you've just awakened—your power is still weak. You can't face the All-Father or Thor directly. But you were born in Midgard—that's an unmatched advantage. We all know humans have their peculiarities."

"Yemengjia de, you must cultivate faith among humans, gather more followers, and thus acquire more faith energy to restore your strength—only then can you join me in retaking Asgard…"

Yemengjia de's tone rose: "So now, we're allies, right?"

"Exactly. The All-Father exiled you to Earth. My own brother Thor tried to banish me from Asgard. We must join forces and show these arrogant father and son they're wrong!"

"Asgard isn't theirs—it's ours!"

After this call, that night, Shiler once again saw Yemengjia de in his dream—he barely had time to hide the high tower.

Yemengjia de gave him a mountain of tasks: organize a religion, recruit followers, make them pray devoutly, and so on.

Honestly, Yemengjia de didn't believe this ordinary human could complete such a heavy burden. With his wisdom, he understood that developing a religion and gathering faith couldn't be done overnight. But Yemengjia de wasn't a short-lived species like humans—he could wait centuries.

Yet who knew? In just three days, Shiler contacted him and said everything was done.

He had a complete organization called Hydra, a religious scripture titled Who Is Hydra?, and even an Inquisition with its own assassins—Grant Ward.

Yemengjia de was stunned. He thought three centuries had passed, not three days—but Shiler's explanation nearly convinced him.

Split into nine? Unite as one? That sounded plausible. Had I really done this before? Did I sleep so long I forgot?

But Shiler raised his own difficulty: the Hydra organization had grown too large and too long-established; too many members had forgotten the divine teachings. Yet the Inquisition's power was insufficient to judge those apostates…

Yemengjia de thought: Easy. I'll give you both power—just kill them all.

But Shiler looked deeply troubled: "Dead people can't provide faith energy. If we could convert them, that would be ideal."

Then Shiler proposed a plan: simply haunt them in their dreams—maybe they'll convert.

For those who still refused, Grant would eliminate them. This would drastically streamline the organization, preserving only the most devoted believers—even ten thousand would provide vast faith energy.

Yemengjia de noticed that his chosen pope seemed unnaturally skilled in this area, but he didn't dwell on it. To him, these tiny creatures trapped on a single planet's surface couldn't cause much trouble. Even if their growth was slow or failed, he could wait a few centuries—another generation would sprout.

With this mindset, Yemengjia de acted. He entered the dreams of several Hydra leaders, emphasizing that Hydra had always been an inseparable part of Hydra—essentially manifesting his true form and saying: "I am Hydra. Do you believe me? Don't believe me? Then I'll slaughter you tomorrow."

Most people, for various reasons, chose to convert. The die-hard dissenters were all purged.

Thus, Hydra's original global membership of over a hundred thousand was refined into fewer than thirty thousand Hydra believers. Though twenty-nine thousand of them didn't truly worship Hydra—only valued the benefits it brought—the sheer numbers still provided considerable faith energy.

Now, all was ready. All Loki needed to do was shout: "The Nine Realms have suffered long under Odin!"—and the war cry to retake Asgard would sound.