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

So what situations would cause the roleplay to fail? The simplest answer is if he dies.

One way is being killed during the roleplay, another is simply dying of old age or illness before completing the progress.

So what happens upon failure? Does he truly die in the real sense?

No, that's not the case. This system will send him into the next roleplay.

And the era of the next role will change. As for what the next role is?

Sorry, the system didn't explain it to him. It probably only tells him when he fails—or when he succeeds.

Or perhaps he'll have to judge for himself after being reborn and waking up again.

So then, is his current act of poisoning the two major institutions something he did according to the story direction provided by the system?

Not at all. It was a choice he made himself.

Even with the story direction the system provides, no matter how closely he follows the script to roleplay, deviations will still occur.

So why do deviations happen?

This involves factors like speech, behavior, and other influences.

For example, the system's records might say that one day Gilgamesh went out hunting and clashed with someone.

But that "one day" has no specific time, nor does it detail the extent of the clash or what happened. He has to grasp it on his own, which makes things a bit tricky.

The original conflict might have only left the other party with resentment, but now he can't control how far the conflict goes, which might give the other party other ideas—maybe even wanting to kill him. That's what's called a deviation.

So, with all these deviations piling up to the current situation, he has no choice but to take such a risky action.

So, what kind of world is this?

Is it an ordinary world?

No, it's a world that seems to have gods.

So, he hasn't ended up in the Type-Moon world, has he? Will he become a Heroic Spirit later?

If it is the Type-Moon world, wouldn't the so-called rewards be a bit redundant?

Suddenly, a jumble of noises snapped him back to reality. It was the High Priest Anr, the one said to be able to communicate with the gods, approaching.

Standing at the door, the High Priest saw the gruesome scene inside and was too frightened to step in.

When he noticed the figure on the throne, chin resting on hand, looking at him with interest, a chill shot straight up his spine.

For Anr, the sight before him was far too eerie.

Faced with such a tragedy, that King was so calm, even smiling at him, sending chills down his spine.

This inevitably led him to the thought: the King was the one who caused this carnage.

This King, who had never seemed threatening before, so young, had schemed to wipe out nearly everyone in the two major power institutions.

"Your Majesty, th-this, what happened here?"

Involuntarily, he cast a look of reverence, his voice tinged with fear.

"Nothing much. These people were just too troublesome. They said they wanted to treat this King like a puppet, so this King cursed them to death."

As he said this lightly, he rested his elbow on the armrest of the throne and propped his chin on his hand.

At the same time, blue flames materialized beside him without warning, truly unsettling.

This display made Anr break out in a cold sweat. It seemed this young King truly possessed some kind of incredible power.

Cursed to death? Was he using some kind of curse?

"Lord Anr, you wouldn't share the same thoughts as these people, would you?"

As he said this, the King lifted his head slightly, revealing a cold, arrogant look from above, as if radiating a tangible aura that pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe.

"N-no, not at all!"

He hurriedly denied it, afraid that if he were even a step slower, he too would be cursed to death.

"That's good~"

And he, now incarnated as Gilgamesh, was unaware that in the unknown future, the gods were holding a meeting.

A meeting that would decide the fate of humanity—whether to destroy or to continue.

Chapter 003: Valhalla Conference

A somewhat hurried yet steady sound rang out—the sound of footsteps.

The owner of those footsteps was a woman exuding a serious aura.

Her glossy black hair was pinned with a wing-shaped ornament, her face was strikingly handsome and spirited without needing makeup, and her tall figure was clad in what looked like knight-style attire.

She seemed like someone who had experienced battlefields, radiating an aggressive, murderous aura.

She looked like a legendary Valkyrie, and in fact, she was one.

She was the eldest sister of the 13 Valkyrie sisters in Norse mythology, named Brunhilde.

Behind her came another set of footsteps, more hurried, forced to trot just to keep up with her.

The one following her was a seemingly thirteen- or fourteen-year-old cute maiden, with short light purple hair, large emerald-green eyes, and thin, cherry-colored lips.

Her cute, petite frame wore what looked like normal casual clothes, except for one slender leg under her shorts clad in a black over-the-knee sock, as if trying to stand out from the crowd.

This petite, cute maiden was also one of the Valkyries, the youngest sister, named Goll.

The two were heading toward the magnificent and solemn building before them—the Valhalla Council Hall.

"Sister Brunhilde..."

Her small pink fist clenched at her chest, Goll felt uneasy.

She sensed that her most admired Elder Sister Brunhilde might be about to do something outrageous.

After all, the people in the Valhalla Council Hall were different from them in status; in a sense, they Valkyrie sisters had no right to enter.

Because it was a council of gods, and the thirteen of them were merely demigods.

And today, the Valhalla Council Hall was holding its once-a-millennium meeting, a meeting that would decide humanity's future.

Her elder sister seemed to be heading there for that very meeting.

Goll had also caught wind of it—this meeting would likely deliver a verdict.

As a Valkyrie sister, one originally tied to humanity, her sister apparently couldn't sit idly by.

Of course, Goll herself didn't want that verdict to fall either, but what could she do?

She was just a demigod, the youngest of the Valkyries—an Apprentice Valkyrie. Weak as she was, she could do nothing.

Watching the Valhalla Council Hall draw closer made her more and more nervous; inside were all big shots.

Ah? Her elder sister walked into the passage without hesitation.

Biting her lip, she followed along.

And what was happening inside the Valhalla Council Hall at that moment?

Inside the Council Hall.

"Everyone, since our last meeting, another thousand years have passed."

An aged voice rang out. It belonged to a gaunt old man in a white robe, looking as if a gust of wind could knock him over.

This old man was presiding over the Gods' Conference. He was the chairman of the [Valhalla Council]—Zeus, the chief god of Greek Mythology.

"Now, let us begin that meeting—the Humanity Survival Conference, held by all the gods of the world!"

As he spoke, his eyes, usually narrowed and hidden beneath thick brows, opened wide, revealing an exceptionally sharp gaze.

"So, shall we allow humanity to continue for another thousand years? Or shall we bring about their end?"

That was the theme of this meeting.

Every thousand years, the gods held such a meeting, and they voted to decide whether to grant humanity another thousand years of continuation.

Thus, the possible reasons for humanity's extinction weren't limited to asteroid impacts, nuclear war, or alien invasions—there was also destruction from the gods.

"Then, gods, please state your opinions."

As Zeus's words fell, the meeting hall didn't immediately erupt into noise; instead, it showed a somewhat listless laziness.

"Alright~~~ let's just end it."

The first voice was also quite languid. He lounged lazily—one of India's three main gods, the god of destruction and creation, Lord Shiva.

Two of his four arms lazily raised a sign marked with an X, declaring termination.

"In my view, they've shown no sign of repentance this millennium, so let's just wipe them all out."

"Just as Lord Shiva says, this millennium, the world has grown uglier and uglier, the oceans full of trash and..."

The second god to respond was a sensual goddess radiating beauty and charm—the Goddess of Beauty, Aphrodite.

She also agreed to destruction, because humans had made the world worse and worse.

The other gods who followed all criticized humanity as well. Not a single one spoke up for them; one by one, they voted for termination.

"Humans are the scourge of this world."

"Let humanity go extinct."

"They're nothing but pests!"

"I'm tired of guiding them."

"They're beyond saving. Let them be destroyed."

The gods seemed to have completely lost faith in humanity, no longer intending to grant them another thousand years. They planned to declare humanity's end in this hall.

"Then it seems a conclusion has been reached."

The presiding Zeus raised the Gavel of Judgment, about to pronounce humanity's termination.

"Then, this Humanity Survival Conference, with unanimous agreement, decides to give humanity—"

Just then!

"Please wait!"

A voice of dissent rang out—it was the goddess Brunhilde, who had just arrived.

Facing the rebukes of many gods, she stood tall and unafraid, determined to halt the gods' declaration of humanity's end.

She invoked a special provision under Article 62, Section 15 of the Valhalla Constitution—one-on-one battles between gods and humans—and proposed the [Gods vs. Humans Ragnarok], a tournament where thirteen gods would face thirteen humans in single combat.

If humanity achieved seven victories first, they would be allowed to survive until the next [Humanity Survival Conference].

Thus, under her malicious provocation, she implied that if the gods dared not hold the event, weren't they admitting they feared losing to humans?

The result, of course, was that the gods angrily accepted her proposal, determined to show her exactly how humans would be crushed.

And then, it fell to her to find the thirteen humans to participate.

"Thirteen humans, huh?"

Thirteen individuals bearing the fate of humanity's survival—she could not afford to choose wrong.

For her first target, Brunhilde already had someone in mind: Adam, the human born blessed by God.

Just as Brunhilde was about to set out to summon him, she passed by a group of gods from the Babylonian Pantheon and overheard a secret unknown to the divine.

It was a revelation that even stunned her—someone had once succeeded in killing a god.

And the god who was slain was no ordinary deity!

Chapter 004: The Chief God of the Babylonian Pantheon Killed?

In human history, had someone truly succeeded in killing a god?

Was that possible? It was truly hard to imagine.

In Brunhilde's eyes, this was nothing short of a fairy tale, an almost impossible feat.

Since it was impossible, why had she proposed the [Ragnarok] of gods versus humans in the first place?