Multiverse: Ragnarok's Beginning - The Hero King's Path

"Human, that look in your eyes pisses me off. Get down on your knees and lick my shoes clean right now, and I won't gouge out your eyes."

The Incubus who said this also stuck out his rather long tongue, and from his body surged a powerful wave of evil that swept over.

So, he expected to see this arrogant human drenched in cold sweat from fear.

The evil wave he emitted was actually laced with tormenting miasma, which would seep into the human's body, making him feel as if countless ants were gnawing inside him—a heart-rending, lung-tearing pain.

The next second, the human before him simply snapped his fingers, and the space behind him and all around twisted.

No, rather, the calm space was like the surface of still water rippling from a single falling droplet—a golden spatial ripple.

From within this golden spatial ripple, two short swords emerged.

This abnormal sight stunned Brunhilde, then filled her with both tension and excitement.

The mystery of King Gilgamesh was about to be revealed, and she would finally learn how he had slain the Sky God Anu.

"Heh~"

With a faintly contemptuous laugh from King Gilgamesh, the short swords flashed and vanished.

No, not vanished—they tore through the air at an unimaginable speed, leaving trails of golden light in their wake.

As the light traced its path, it pointed straight toward the Incubus Succubus, and the two short swords were—

"Huh? Why can't I see anything anymore?"

The Incubus, as if suddenly robbed of his sight, let out a slightly panicked voice.

The next second, his expression twisted.

"Aaaaah... my eyes, it hurts, it hurts so much—!"

He wailed like that, his hands reaching toward his eyes. Before they touched his eyeballs, they met the hilts of the short swords—the ones buried in his eye sockets.

"You, you damned human, I'll—"

The moment he said this, a series of sharp sounds rang out, like metal piercing flesh.

At that moment, what met Brunhilde's eyes was a body pierced by spears, swords, blades, halberds, and all kinds of weapons. Then, like a water bag ruptured with countless holes, blood gushed out uncontrollably.

At that moment, Brunhilde also sensed that these weapons exuded an extraordinary aura. In particular, the crimson spear piercing through the head seemed identical to the one that had stabbed the Sky God, radiating a dangerous aura capable of killing gods—it was clearly a divine artifact!

He had thrown out a pile of divine artifacts?

At that moment, the entire room fell into a terrifying silence, broken only by the sound of blood flowing or dripping to the floor.

As for the one who had caused this carnage, he didn't even spare a glance at the Incubus, as if the Incubus were nothing more than an insignificant nobody unworthy of his attention.

"Ugh—!"

Goll, startled back to her senses, quickly covered her mouth to stifle the scream that nearly escaped.

This King Gilgamesh was too, too terrifying—he felt like a tyrant who killed without blinking.

She looked at Elder Sister Brunhilde, who was also somewhat stunned by this bloody scene, cold sweat trickling down her face.

Biting her lip hard, Goll dragged her trembling body and forced herself to step in front of Elder Sister Brunhilde.

"D-don't hurt Elder Sister Brunhilde! The Incubus didn't come because she called him!"

As she said this, Goll's legs shook ridiculously.

Then, the King Gilgamesh before her looked at her with interest, scaring her so much her heart nearly stopped.

"You wet your pants."

"Huh?"

He suddenly threw out such a teasing remark, leaving Goll stunned for a moment before she frantically looked down—no, she hadn't!

She looked up again, and he was smiling. That mischievous smile made Goll's face flush red.

"The [Ragnarok] battle, is it? This King understands, heheh."

"W-wait, King of Uruk!"

Brunhilde couldn't help but rush forward to grab him, because his body was emitting glowing particles and turning transparent—clearly a sign of disappearing.

However, when she reached out to grab King Gilgamesh, all she caught was air. The person who had been sitting in the chair was gone, leaving only the faint laughter still echoing in the room.

What was going on? Had he left the room? Or returned to history?

She immediately searched the Summoning System, and the option to summon appeared.

So what did this mean? Had King Gilgamesh chosen to stand by and do nothing? Not fight for humanity?

Involuntarily, Brunhilde let out a bitter laugh, but she wasn't too surprised.

Still, she wouldn't give up like this. When the tournament began, she would summon him again.

She didn't believe King Gilgamesh wouldn't be interested in the matches.

Besides, his lack of an answer didn't necessarily mean he had truly refused.

It was just that, as a king, his nature was arrogant and domineering, believing himself supreme. Did she think she could just ask him to participate and he would obediently comply? That would be beneath a king's pride.

To use a modern term, it was tsundere.

Let's not think about that for now. First, deal with the headache-inducing corpse in front of her, then find the next one.

Chapter 018 - The Sneaky Supreme Four Pillars?

Golden ripples, then unusual weapons emerged.

After that came the ability to fire, giving the impression that the golden ripples contained an arsenal within them.

So, how exactly did Gilgamesh obtain all of these?

Unless he himself revealed it, this could only remain a mystery.

"Elder Sister Brunhilde, quick, look!"

Goll's startled cry snapped Brunhilde back to reality. Following Goll's gaze toward Incubus, could it be that this guy wasn't dead?

Not that. Instead, golden ripples rippled around the weapons that had pierced Incubus like a hedgehog, and then these weapons sank into them.

Was this automatic retrieval as Gilgamesh disappeared?

Brunhilde immediately reached out to grab one of the weapons, her hand touching the golden ripples. But she didn't feel anything unusual—it was as if the golden ripples were just a mirage, untouchable.

Then, the weapon in her hand also seemed like a mirage, an illusion.

In the blink of an eye, all the weapons vanished, leaving only a corpse full of gaping wounds.

"Uh—!"

Goll was a bit stunned by her sister's actions, watching as she directly stuffed Incubus's body into a trash bag and lifted it. Was she going to throw it away like garbage?

"Goll, I'm going to take out the trash."

Elder Sister Brunhilde really said it that bluntly, making Goll's mouth twitch. This sister's style was truly too domineering.

Domineering was sometimes a good thing, but it could also turn into a bad thing.

She was really afraid that if she slipped up even once, Elder Sister Brunhilde would get taken out.

Letting out a helpless sigh, Goll followed along, planning to help keep watch.

After stepping out the door, there was a straight corridor, so long it felt like it had no end.

Goll, walking ahead, kept an eye out for any other gods coming by.

Mm, no problem.

In a flash, they reached a spiral corridor.

Hm? Sensing a terrifying aura, Goll's body tensed up.

Who, who is it!!!

Whoever it was, she needed to retreat quickly and warn Elder Sister Brunhilde to be careful.

Just as she turned around, she bumped into a softness that even she, Goll, envied—it was Elder Sister Brunhilde's chest.

Ah, walking so fast? Just as she opened her mouth to say something, her peripheral vision caught a figure, and she was instantly scared stiff.

It was a man with red hair and golden eyes, wearing white clothes. One glance was enough to understand his unfathomable power.

Being even slightly noticed by him made Goll feel like her life was in danger, draining all her courage, leaving only deep fear.

And the most striking thing was that he carried a uniquely shaped giant hammer—the famous divine artifact, Mjolnir.

So, the one approaching was none other than the god hailed as the strongest in Norse Mythology—Thor.

Seeing such a major figure here left Goll frozen, unable to move a muscle.

"Lord Thor."

Elder Sister Brunhilde, who had been so bold at the Gods' Conference, now restrained her usual domineering pride in front of the approaching Lord Thor, showing a respectful expression as she bowed.

At this moment, Goll wanted to hurriedly bow as well, but the intimidation from this fearsome god left her body unable to move, cold sweat pouring down.

Would this be seen as a provocation? And then would he just smash her with his hammer? She'd be turned into a meat patty.

Wah!

In the end, Lord Thor seemed to have no intention of acknowledging them and was about to walk past, which made Goll breathe a sigh of relief.

The next second, he suddenly stopped, nearly making Goll, who had just relaxed, choke.

Wh-what's going on!

Was it really because her attitude had angered him?

"Brunhilde, what are you doing?"

That cold voice made Goll's heart leap to her throat. Sure enough, he must have noticed the corpse in her sister's bag.

Ah?!!!

Goll nearly fainted!

It would be a miracle if he didn't notice!!!

The bag had torn. A horrifying, blood-soaked head was sticking out.

As for how the bag had torn, it was clearly because Elder Sister Brunhilde had been dragging it along the ground instead of carrying it. Just look at the corridor—there was a clear trail of blood dragged all the way.

So that was why Lord Thor questioned her.

"Planning to discard this corpse?"

That was Sister Brunhilde's answer, which once again made Goll want to faint.

Couldn't she have phrased it more tactfully?

"Did you kill him?"

Though the tone was still flat, Goll felt the very air trembling in fear.

"While I certainly wanted to kill Incubus, I'm well aware of Valhalla's constitution and won't violate it casually."

After she said this, Goll could already sense that Lord Thor was growing impatient, no longer willing to listen to Elder Sister Brunhilde beat around the bush.

"The one who killed Incubus was a human!"

In that instant when the Thunder God Thor seemed about to lose his temper, Brunhilde revealed the truth. This truth also caused a slight change in Thor's otherwise impassive expression, which she caught from the corner of her eye.

"A human? The human you summoned?"

"Yes, and killed in an instant, without any resistance."

After these words, the Thunder God Thor fell silent, a silence so terrifying it was suffocating.

Then, his body flickered with lightning, the fearsome Divine Power twisting the very air.

The next second, it calmed abruptly—he had suppressed his impulse.

"Is that so? Good. I don't know what you're plotting, but I hope the human you summon can satisfy me. Otherwise, I'll kill you!!!"

The moment he finished speaking, the Thunder God Thor swung his Mjolnir without warning, sending the bag containing the corpse flying with a single blow.

"Don't keep me waiting too long!"

Leaving those words behind, he departed without further concern.