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

The next moment, the lofty god raised a hand toward him, and a golden light enveloped his body.

'Detected illegal program implantation. This program contains a large number of subconscious suggestions... ultimately turning the subject into a fanatical believer of the caster. Remove the illegal program?'

So this was what malice meant?

Clearly, his earlier assessment was correct—most gods were merely playing at games of make-believe.

If they truly wished to guide humanity, would they resort to such underhanded means?

Obviously, this god had grown bored of the game, too lazy to intervene directly, and simply tossed out a brainwashing technique.

But then again, if he was bored, why not just ignore them altogether? Why bother implanting a mind-control technique to lead him toward glory?

The reason was simple: to ensure that the humans under his own mythological system didn't perform worse than those under other systems. It was all about saving face and comparing with others.

At the same time, as the golden light enveloped him, a book fell to the ground in front of him.

It wasn't that God intended to give it to him—rather, when he waved his hand, the motion was a bit too broad, and the book slipped from his knee.

Then, as the book fell, before it hit the ground, its pages flipped open, and the contents of two pages caught his eye clearly.

The next moment, another dizzy spell hit him, his vision twisted again, and the pure white Divine Temple vanished, replaced by the meeting hall from before.

'Illegal program has been removed.'

He didn't pay much attention to this system notification, because his head was throbbing fiercely.

It felt like something was constantly being crammed into his mind, like a high fever making his skull ache terribly.

So, was this the aftermath of having the illegal program removed?

No, that wasn't it. The reason his brain felt like it was about to explode was because he had activated the skill granted as a reward—[Revelation].

The moment he was bestowed with so-called [Wisdom], he activated this [Revelation].

As he activated it, his mind kept churning over what he most wanted to do.

Thus, the book falling was an "accident" caused by [Revelation], allowing him to glimpse the contents of two pages within, which happened to be related to what he wanted to do.

One of those pages contained a spell—a spell for summoning something.

Under normal circumstances, even if an ordinary human saw its contents, they would spend their entire life unable to comprehend its meaning.

So, to understand the meaning of its contents, under the effect of [Revelation], his brain was rapidly calculating and deducing, grasping the significance of the content. But that wasn't enough.

Because it was a technique used by gods, he still needed to continuously calculate how to execute this spell using a mortal body.

"Your Majesty? What's wrong?"

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

His ministers were worried about his condition, especially since blood was trickling from his nose.

"Hurry and—"

"—I'm fine!"

Forcing a response, he took a deep breath and then smiled.

He had successfully calculated it.

To cast the spell, he would naturally need a mysterious power that humans had never been able to touch before—the Divine Realm.

Simply put, through [Revelation], he had come to understand the Phenomenon Manipulation Arts of this world—that is, Magic.

Good. He would end this meeting and prepare to successfully cast this spell.

This was a spell capable of summoning and controlling a Demon, a Puppetry technique specifically targeting a particular Demon.

Chapter 021: The God-Ascension Array?

Two figures once again arrived in the 9th century BCE.

The location was a kingdom by the Mediterranean Sea—the Jewish Kingdom.

"So this is the Holy Land of that vast religion,"

Goll said, looking around like a curious child as she stood on the main street of the kingdom's core city.

This city, and the history of this era, would have a considerable impact on future generations.

Mm-hmm, for this time period, building a city like this was already quite impressive.

"Huh? Elder Sister, wait for me~"

Snapping back to reality, she found that Sister Brunhilde had simply walked off and left her behind.

Walking along the main street, Brunhilde also took in everything before her.

The avenue was bustling with traffic, with merchant caravans coming and going.

From the words and actions of these merchants, they were all very satisfied with doing business here, as if eager to expand their trade.

Looking around at the local residents, they also seemed quite content with their current lives.

In short, the city was thriving, with people enthusiastically engaged in all sorts of activities.

In the blink of an eye, they had arrived inside the palace.

Because of the earlier incident where King Gilgamesh could sense their presence, and this time feeling something was off—possibly a trap—the two of them didn't approach but kept their distance, watching from afar.

Thinking it over carefully, the Supreme Four Pillars' attempt to trick her into summoning a counterfeit of King Solomon was far too suspicious and deliberate.

Even without knowing King Gilgamesh's situation clearly, faced with such an anomaly, Brunhilde would naturally want to personally witness it within the Akashic Records' history. Wouldn't that expose the ruse?

The Supreme Four Pillars shouldn't think she was that foolish, right? They'd probably expect her to do exactly that.

And now, Brunhilde entering this historical projection should also be part of the Supreme Four Pillars Gods' calculations.

So, it was possible that after entering the historical projection, she might encounter something unpleasant.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, Brunhilde's expression shifted slightly.

She recalled an incident that had happened before.

Once, two gods were at odds with each other.

One god, taking advantage of the other entering the Akashic Records' history, tampered with the Akasha System, trapping the god inside the history for what felt like an endless duration. It wasn't until someone else used the Akasha System later that the imprisoned god was discovered and released.

Though only a few days seemed to have passed in the divine realm, because of the tampering, the god who entered history experienced infinitely stretched time and nearly broke down.

So, could she suddenly be locked inside history as well?

She immediately called up the logout system. Hmm? It seemed fine—not locked.

"Eh? What's wrong, Elder Sister Brunhilde?"

Goll looked puzzled. Why had they abruptly withdrawn and returned to Akasha's Chamber?

"Nothing."

Shaking her head slightly, Brunhilde closed her eyes.

After a brief silence, she opened her eyes again and re-entered the historical projection with Goll.

So, was she overthinking it? Was she reassured?

Not a chance. She had already secretly contacted one of her fellow Valkyrie sisters. When she and Goll re-entered, that sister had already arrived at Akasha's Chamber, hidden and ready to monitor the situation at any moment.

"So that's King Solomon? He looks like a very gentle person."

Goll couldn't help but feel a bit smitten, because this King Solomon was truly handsome.

He had fluffy silver-gray hair, a charmingly handsome face, and wore a kind expression.

In truth, King Gilgamesh's appearance was in no way inferior to King Solomon's, but the difference in temperament made Goll want to keep her distance—the way he killed gods without a second thought was far too terrifying.

Brunhilde watched for an entire day and found nothing unusual. The human king's activities were perfectly normal.

Either in council meetings or handling state affairs, negotiating cooperation with envoys from other countries.

In short, he was a fully competent—no, an outstanding monarch—working tirelessly to strengthen his nation.

Fast-forwarding a week, it was much the same.

Fast-forwarding a month, he wasn't in the palace. Where was he? Relaxing outside the palace.

Fast-forward another month, he was seeing off soldiers heading to war—a conflict with a neighboring country.

A month and a half later, that country had been annexed.

Jump straight to a year later.

Nighttime. At this hour, people were sound asleep, but inside a hall in one of the palace buildings, a single figure remained—King Solomon.

At such a time, not sleeping, his behavior was somewhat strange.

Hmm? Was he drawing on the floor?

A circle? A pentagram? The sun? The moon? Stars? Bizarre symbols.

At that moment, Brunhilde's face gradually grew serious.

The things King Solomon was drawing before her should not have been drawn by human hands.

"Elder Sister Brunhilde, is that a magic circle?"

Goll asked uncertainly.

If it were just random human doodles, that would be one thing, but Goll recognized many familiar patterns.

Hmm? No response? She looked up at her sister and saw Brunhilde's expression filled with shock.

"Is this a coincidence?"

From Brunhilde's lips came a trembling murmur.

"Elder Sister Brunhilde, what kind of magic circle is that? Do you recognize it?"

It seemed she had recognized what kind of magic circle it was—and it wasn't an ordinary one, hence her shock.

"No, I don't recognize it. Actually, I should say, this magic circle looks very similar to one I know."

Having said that, Brunhilde calmed down a little.

It was only similar. The magic circle she knew had overlapping hexagrams, while this one had overlapping pentagrams.

In the one she knew, the sun beside the hexagram was twice as large as the moon on the other side. Here, it was the opposite.

Some of the runes were the same, but the order they were arranged around the circle didn't match either.

In simple terms, she said, the runic symbols and geometric figures of the magic circle in her memory had been completely recombined.

So, what was the magic circle in her memory used for?

It was a Divine Magic Circle meant to awaken the Divine Circuit, its purpose being to formally elevate demigods like herself into full gods.

Of course, even knowing how to trigger this magic circle, demigods couldn't just casually attempt it—otherwise, the result was death.

Only demigods who had passed the trials, whose bodies were strong enough to withstand the effects of the magic circle, could be sublimated and recognized by the gods as part of their ranks.

Becoming a god meant truly being able to touch the fundamental fabric of the universe.

So, could King Solomon's similar magic circle actually be activated?

If it could, what would its effect be?

Brunhilde had a rather absurd guess!

Chapter 022: His Wisdom Surpassed the Gods?

Would that absurd guess become reality?

No matter which angle she looked at it from, Brunhilde thought it was impossible.

After all, the magic circle used for divine ascension was created by condensing unimaginable divine wisdom.

And yet a mere human like Solomon, relying on human wisdom, wanted to successfully replicate it?

This was as ridiculous as a monkey in a zoo imitating humans to build a spaceship capable of reaching the moon.

Staring intently, she saw that at this moment, the ceiling had an open circular hole through which the starry sky outside was visible.

And a full moon entered her field of vision, steadily approaching the center of the circle.