# 1283
Chapter 1284: The Jumping Progress Bar
"Ragnarök……"
On the road down the mountain, Lin Qiye rubbed his chin with one hand, confusion flickering in his eyes. "Xiaonan, is this so-called Ragnarök really that terrifying?"
Si Xiaonan nodded. "Yes, to this day, Asgard has only experienced one Ragnarök—the Mistfall a hundred years ago."
"According to legend, two days before the Mistfall descended, the goddess of the future, Skuld, had already prophesied the coming of Ragnarök. The three Norns emerged to warn the Allfather Odin, but it seems he didn't take it seriously. Later, when the Mist descended, the gods of Asgard began to fall one by one. It was Thor who stepped forward to plead with the goddess of youth, Iðunn, to offer a massive amount of apples of Idunn. Only then did the gods barely survive the catastrophe—but even so, Asgard suffered devastating losses."
"Now that I think about it, that previous Mistfall was actually released by Odin himself. So the warnings from the three Norns were naturally just a joke……"
"Ever since then, the three Norns have never left this valley. They've become utterly disappointed in Odin and all his children."
Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully.
"Could the second Ragnarök…… also be triggered by human hands?" Lin Qiye turned to look at Si Xiaonan, his expression complicated.
"You mean……" Si Xiaonan froze. "There's that possibility, since the Mist shouldn't descend again. For Asgard now, the greatest threat is only one……"
Si Xiaonan's second half of the sentence went unfinished, but Lin Qiye believed she knew what he meant.
For Asgard now, the greatest crisis was their planned operation one day from now—if they successfully opened Bifröst on the day Loki冲击Supreme God, allowing the Heavenly Court of Great Xia to descend, it would absolutely be a catastrophe for Asgard.
In other words, the ones to bring about this Ragnarök might very well be the gods of Great Xia.
Of course, Lin Qiye had no intention of telling the three Norns this news.
"By my reckoning, Thor and the others should be returning soon." Lin Qiye glanced at the sky. "Let's head back to the temple first."
……
Asylum of the Gods.
Morning sunlight fell onto a clean writing desk. Bragi stretched lazily as he sat up in bed, rubbing his sleepy eyes, then walked directly to the desk and sat down.
He reached out and opened the red mailbox. A letter lay quietly inside.
A slight smile curved the corners of Bragi's mouth. He quickly opened the letter and read through it carefully several times, his gaze gentle as water.
He propped his head on his hand, gazing at the slowly rising sun outside the window, seemingly contemplating how to reply. After a moment, he finally picked up his pen and began writing on the white paper.
After writing the last word, he reviewed it twice before bringing the paper to his lips for a gentle kiss. Then he stuffed it into an envelope, placed it in the red mailbox, and hummed a tune as he pushed open the door and stepped out.
"Good morning, Little Raccoon~"
"Good morning, Li Yifei, your mohawk looks great today."
"A Zhu, carrying so much laundry to wash again today? Here, let me help you with a couple pieces!"
"King Jiji, good morning~ Want to appreciate my latest poetry creation?"
"……"
As Bragi's voice faded into the distance, a moment later, Little Raccoon carefully opened the door and slipped into the room.
He quickly shut the door, took out all the letters from the mailbox except today's, stuffed them into a large backpack on his back, gave the room a simple cleaning, and then pushed open the door to leave.
Just then, a figure nearly collided with him head-on.
Little Raccoon stumbled back two steps, looked up, and found an old man in white robes, surrounded by sacred light, looking down at him with eyes full of pity and kindness:
"You did well, child."
"……You scared me to death. It's just Repeater Uncle…… thought I'd been discovered." Little Raccoon breathed a sigh of relief, patting his chest. "Uncle, breakfast is in the room straight ahead and then right. Why did you come here?"
"You did well, child."
After Yeland said this slowly, he turned and walked to the end of the corridor, then disappeared around the right corner.
"Good morning, Uncle Yeland."
Bragi, who was holding a bowl仰头 drinking porridge, smiled and greeted Yeland as he walked in.
Beside him, Gilgamesh merely lifted an eyelid before低下头 continuing his meal.
Yeland sat down naturally at the table but made no move toward the breakfast before him. Instead, he smiled as he gazed at Bragi, sitting as still as a statue.
Bragi finished his porridge in one gulp before noticing that Yeland was still gazing at him kindly. He felt somewhat uneasy and asked疑惑ly, "Uncle, is there something you need?"
"You did well, child."
"……Forget it, pretend I didn't ask."
Bragi stood up and was about to walk out of the room when Yeland also stood, following quickly.
"Uncle, you……"
As Bragi walked into the corridor and saw Yeland following, he was about to say something when the latter suddenly raised his arm and patted Bragi on the shoulder.
Those deep blue eyes gazed into Bragi's, and a strange light flickered briefly:
"You did well…… child."
After saying this, he withdrew his hand and slowly walked away toward the other end of the corridor.
Bragi watched this scene in bewilderment, scratching his head. He didn't notice that at this moment, in the emptiness above his head, a progress bar eerily jumped forward:
Bragi Treatment Progress: 94%
Bragi Treatment Progress: 95%
Bragi had only taken two steps when a strange sensation washed over him. He let out a soft "hm?" and turned to look at a certain spot in the emptiness.
His gaze seemed to pierce through the walls of the Asylum of the Gods, through Lin Qiye's eyes, and see a Western-style room, as well as a blurry figure shrouded in smoke in the corner.
"I can see outside now?!" Bragi's expression lit up with joy, his voice trembling with excitement. "My treatment progress has reached 95%?!"
As the third patient of the facility, he had witnessed the departures of Nyx, Merlin, and Sun Wukong with his own eyes. He knew that once treatment progress reached 95%, one could perceive certain special features of the facility, including shared vision.
From Lin Qiye's perspective, one could only make out that he was in a house and couldn't see anything else. Bragi withdrew his gaze and instead, relying on that mysterious inner sense, carefully swept over the surrounding facility.
"Hmm…… this is the kitchen for stir-frying…… this is the activity room…… King Jiji hasn't finished breakfast yet…… Li Yifei is actually secretly eating biscuits in the warehouse again? This is a warehouse, and what's stored inside is…… huh?"
As Bragi's gaze swept over one of the closed warehouse doors, he suddenly froze.