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

So, he decided to go all out, risking the backlash of spacetime to throw both their souls into chaos or even collapse, dragging them back to their original time—only to leave behind nothing but walking corpses.

"Don't be hasty, Mr. Berial. Those two aren't necessarily enemies."

King Solomon's interjection made Berial frown.

What did he mean by that? What grounds did he have to say such a thing?

"Am I right, Norse Valkyrie—Brunhilde?"

The human, Solomon, spoke with his eyes slightly narrowed, accurately naming her identity.

In truth, after Berial had been summoned and ordered to silence, he'd already learned this human's identity—Solomon. And after Solomon's words, Berial noticed the older Valkyrie's stunned expression, her composure shaken. Had he hit the mark?

Involuntarily, Berial began to find Solomon somewhat unsettling.

How could he be so certain that Valkyrie was Brunhilde?

And how could he be so sure Brunhilde wasn't an enemy?

"Then, Miss Brunhilde, you've been observing me for a while now, haven't you?"

Following that remark, Berial saw the Valkyrie's expression shift again. Another bullseye?

This was truly eerie!

Berial had only noticed her spying on them—figures of history—because she'd drawn close and suddenly made a bit too much noise, tipping him off. But how had Solomon determined he'd been under observation for some time?

It was as if Solomon could see straight through the barrier of spacetime. No, that wasn't quite right—it was more like Solomon had glimpsed the future.

"Let me guess, Miss Brunhilde, what purpose you had in observing me. You want to fight the gods, so you've been watching me, haven't you?"

Berial had expected some astonishing deduction, but this was all?

If she'd been observing him for a while and wasn't an enemy, then reaching this conclusion was hardly surprising—it was practically obvious.

Then, King Solomon spoke again with a playful tone.

"Ragnarok, isn't it?"

Those words shook the Valkyrie to her core!

Chapter 029: King Solomon's True Purpose Is...

Ragnarok?

There was a special clause in the Valhalla Constitution—Article 62, Paragraph 15: a special provision for one-on-one battles between gods and humans. It proposed a [Gods vs. Humans Ragnarok], a series of 1v1 duels between thirteen gods and thirteen humans—commonly known as the final struggle.

That's what he meant, right?

If Berial remembered correctly, this clause was meant for when the [Valhalla Council] convened the [Humanity Survival Conference] once every millennium. When the gods decided to stop guiding humanity and handed down a verdict of [Humanity's End], with no one able to stop it, this special provision could be invoked to give humanity one last sliver of hope.

And since humanity's birth on this planet, that special provision had never been used even once.

The gods never believed it would ever be activated, because humans could never defeat gods—that was common sense, a universal law.

So, this Valkyrie had come from some future era when this provision had been triggered?

Humanity had finally been sentenced to [End] in the [Valhalla Council] chamber.

And this Valkyrie had entered the Akasha's Chamber to search through humanity's seven-million-year history for humans who could stand against the gods?

Was that it?

Before him, the Valkyrie, after Solomon's words, showed even greater turmoil, clearly startled, and couldn't help blurting something out—inaudible.

Because of the spacetime barrier, her voice normally couldn't carry through, but Berial could roughly guess what she was saying.

Something like, "How do you know that?"

So Solomon's latest hit only deepened Berial's shock, making him feel Solomon was even more eerie, subtly imposing a pressure on him—even a hint of dread.

Since Solomon had brought up [Ragnarok], it meant he likely knew about the millennium-spanning [Valhalla Council] and its [Humanity Survival Conference] too.

"Then, Miss Brunhilde, hmm—"

At this point, Solomon closed his eyes.

"You're from the future, aren't you? Mm, doesn't seem too far off either. It's—"

He murmured to himself, then opened his eyes, which seemed to see through all things in the world.

"You're from three thousand years in the future, aren't you!"

At those words, Berial saw the Valkyrie's composure crack again—another hit!

Solomon's behavior gave him the illusion that this man possessed the same omniscient, omnipotent power as God.

In that moment, Berial grew more convinced than ever of the success of Solomon's proposed cooperation to slay the gods.

"Which means, then, that humanity only has three thousand years left? Feels like quite a long time."

His voice was utterly relaxed, without a trace of worry, as if it had nothing to do with him.

That attitude left Berial momentarily stunned, though not particularly surprised.

Three thousand years—for beings like them, mythological existences, that span of time was fleeting, passing in the blink of an eye.

But for humans, it was an exceedingly long time.

After all, humans were short-lived creatures; if fortunate, they might live a mere century at most.

For Solomon, if he had failed to break through the limitations of human lifespan, three thousand years would have reduced his bones to dust.

Such a length of time was beyond This Seat's ability to help.

Of course, if [Ragnarok] were truly to be held now, Solomon could still meddle in it.

But the purpose of Solomon's meddling was likely not aimed at preserving humanity's survival.

Thinking this, Berial's expression shifted slightly again.

Everything connected—everything Solomon had done was for the sake of slaying gods on that stage!

Though the current Solomon was no match, the Solomon formally summoned from history would be the one who had lived his entire life, and that Solomon would far surpass the present one.

Perhaps the Solomon summoned with his complete life from history truly possessed the power to kill gods.

At this moment, Berial's fear of Solomon deepened; he felt as if he were making a deal with a demon.

Hm? A deal with a demon?

The thought made Berial want to sneer—to sneer at himself.

He, the dignified Demon King, actually harbored such a notion.

"Miss Brunhilde, I understand your purpose in coming. You may return, and please refrain from spying on me any further."

Speaking these words with gentle elegance, Solomon (Bai Yue) curled the corners of his mouth.

That Valkyrie must have been quite startled.

"Mr. Berial, let them go back."

"Are you certain you want to let them leave? King Solomon."

This was the first time Berial used a formal honorific, a gesture of respect placing the other on equal footing with himself.

"Mm."

With King Solomon's nod of confirmation, Berial withdrew his power.

At that moment, the transparent figures in both their sights grew even more ethereal, until they seemed to merge into space and vanish.

"Elder Sister Brunhilde..."

After the terrifying sensation of the Finger of Death brushing her back faded, Goll stared at her motionless sister and spoke in a trembling voice, laced with unease, fear, and self-blame.

If not for her sudden sneeze, they wouldn't have been discovered, and they'd nearly been done for.

It was truly terrifying—that was the King of Hell Berial, a Sovereign-class existence.

"Then, my apologies for the intrusion, King Solomon."

Taking a deep look at the gentle-mannered man, Brunhilde performed a farewell bow.

She had indeed discovered another terrifying human, one that sent chills down her spine.

He knew who she was, knew her purpose, and even knew that [Ragnarok] would be initiated three thousand years from now.

It was as if there was nothing King Solomon didn't know—his unfathomable display had frightened her so much that her clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

Thus, after her farewell bow, she truly had no intention of lingering to observe further.

He seemed amiable and easy to talk to, giving off a very human feel, but to Brunhilde, it felt utterly devoid of emotion.

As if what stood there was nothing more than an anomalous being wearing human skin.

Since he had politely warned her not to keep spying, she naturally had to know her limits.

Log out~!

Chapter 030: 'Three Thousand Years Later, the Magic Kingdom Will Descend'

Akasha's Chamber.

Seeing the familiar surroundings, Goll, the youngest of the Norse Valkyrie sisters, felt relieved.

Her tense body relaxed, and in an instant, all strength seemed to drain from her, leaving her to collapse limply to the floor.

"Goll, what happened to you two?"

A gentle, melodious voice full of concern rang out. Following the sound, a beautiful figure entered Goll's retinas.

Brown hair shimmered with luster, delicate features were so soft, and fair, translucent skin stood out vividly.

She had a slender figure like Elder Sister Brunhilde's, dressed in a simple and elegant dress.

This beautiful woman radiated a warmth that made Goll feel at ease from head to toe.

"Sister Lantigreese, it's nothing—I was just scared."

Lantigreese was the name of this beautiful and gentle woman, also one of Goll's sisters, a Valkyrie, and the fourth eldest among the thirteen sisters.

The tenderness she exuded dispelled the panic that had spread through Goll's body and mind.

"Were you scared? Don't be afraid, your sister is right here, I'll protect you."

Lantigreese pulled her youngest sister into her arms.

She didn't ask what kind of fright she'd received or what she'd seen.

She also looked toward her elder sister, her tense face relaxing.

"Sister, are you alright?"

To stop the gods from bringing about humanity's end, their eldest sister Brunhilde was fighting so desperately—it made Lantigreese deeply worried.

Of course, Lantigreese wouldn't stop Brunhilde's actions; she would support her wholeheartedly. They, the Valkyrie sisters, didn't want to see humanity's end either.

Compared to the gods, they Valkyries were far closer to humans—how could they stand by and do nothing?

"I'm fine~"

Brunhilde shook her head and said.

Now one thing was certain: the purpose of one of the Supreme Four Pillars entering Akasha's Chamber earlier was deliberately to make her discover King Solomon's anomalous existence.

It was all so she could summon King Solomon!

Beyond that, there was no intention to trap her.

"Hehehehe, hahahaha!"

Clutching her face, Brunhilde let out a somewhat manic laugh.

This display made her two younger sisters wear worried expressions.

"Sister..."

"Relax, I'm really fine, Lantigreese. In fact, I'm overjoyed right now—I've taken another step closer to the goal I want to achieve!"