Part of me enjoys thinking that the much-alluded-to betting pool features everyone on Asgard for the sake of completeness (except maybe Skuld, though frankly some people will bet on anything), maintained by some kind of Valkyrie super-important systems-wallah or similar thing; because so few people actually know about it, to hear that you're on it rapidly renders it a self-fulfilling prophecy. You thus start to fixate on Corwin, giving him a little more thought than normal, making him a teeny bit more needed than he might otherwise be.

Thus, his propensity for random awesome crap to work in his favour.

Gentlemen, the truth is out at last; The Corwin Bowl is an extremely advanced infohazard designed to protect and empower a young deity finding his feet in the mortal realm.

CONSPIRACYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!111ONEONEELEVENANDSOFORTH

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"Yeah, I'm definitely going to hell/But I'll have all the best stories to tell" -- Frank Turner, The Ballad of Me and My Friends

In other news, tinfoil makes for some supremely uncomfortable hat lining.