Chapter 613
After a fierce storm had swept through, peace returned. They say the earth hardens after rain, don’t they?
Those who had overcome trials together came to trust and bond with one another even more deeply.
That was true not only for Olympus, where gods leisurely enjoyed ambrosia and nectar beneath the sun atop Mount Olympus, but also for the North, where Yggdrasil had blossomed under their watchful eyes, promising prosperity to all living things.
“There was never any need to live so fiercely through war. The greatest happiness is found in being content and living for our own kind.”
Persephone gazed down upon the flourishing layers below with a satisfied smile.
Life now was several times happier than when Zeus ruled Olympus and poured everything into reaching the summit.
Neighhh!
Apollo, who had just raised the sun, appeared while driving his chariot.
“Whoa, whoa….”
“We’re here!”
Beside him, Artemis smiled brightly.
After leading his horses and chariot into the stable, Apollo strode forward.
“What a surprise to see everyone gathered here on Olympus. Is the Underworld doing well?”
“Yes. Thanks to everyone’s help, it’s finally stabilized. Especially Heracles and Lord Cronus—they contributed greatly.”
Because of Jinhyuk, the Titans had risen to rule Olympus anew.
Instead of banishing the former Olympian gods, they chose coexistence and mutual prosperity.
They had heeded Jinhyuk’s advice—that endless cycles of revenge and purges would only return to destroy themselves.
“Who would’ve thought that human would become such a great benefactor….”
“None of us ever imagined it.”
“I hope we get to see him again someday.”
All the gods nodded, recalling Jinhyuk fondly.
That was, until a strange message appeared before them.
Ding! Ding!
[The Bookmark of the Unfinished has been forcibly activated.]
[Welcome to the war of ‘Ragnarok’.]
“Huh…?”
“Eh?”
“W-What is this?”
In an instant, the bustling presence of Olympus vanished completely, leaving the world silent.
At the same time—
Even in the new northern lands where Yggdrasil stretched wide, an anomaly occurred.
Once defeated and ruined by Olympus, Asgard now possessed power surpassing it, enjoying what could only be called its second golden age.
“……”
Odin, the greatest of the Asgardian gods, stood before a massive pool.
[‘Well of Stored Memories’ has been opened.]
He intended to seek clues about the forbidden book for the hero who had saved Asgard—Jinhyuk.
“This place is….”
“Are you sure about this, Father?”
Thor and Loki, usually so carefree, now wore grave expressions.
This was one of the most secret places within Yggdrasil itself. The Well of Stored Memories contained dangerously forbidden knowledge, separated long ago for the safety of the entire Asgard.
Even a single recollection could bring about the end of a myth.
Naturally, Thor and Loki were deeply concerned about Odin’s decision to break such a taboo.
Even Odin himself did not fully know what meaning this clue might hold.
Yet—
“No. We owe that man a great debt. Even if the cost proves to be a grave threat to us, I will gladly bear it.”
“Father….”
“Understood. If that is your will, we shall follow.”
Woooong!
As Odin drew forth a memory from the spring, faint violet ripples spread outward.
It was the final hue of the seven colors—symbolizing the highest difficulty and greatest danger.
Odin carefully sealed the memory inside a glass vial.
[‘Sealed Primordial Memory’]
Acquisition Difficulty: Unmeasurable
Even after a moment’s thought, he had no regrets.
Or so he believed.
But then—everything began to change.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
Yggdrasil shook violently.
“Uwaaaah!”
“W-What’s happening!?”
Thor and Loki shouted in alarm.
It wasn’t merely an earthquake.
Yggdrasil—the very symbol of Asgard, the tree more precious than life itself—
Was being uprooted from its foundations and pulled into dimensional transit.
[Spatial transfer is being executed by Player Kang Jinhyuk!]
“Heh….”
Odin gazed at his disappearing body with resignation.
⁕⁕⁕
Even in the cloud-filled heavens, where all that was good gathered, suspicious magical energy was rising.
“My Lord….”
At the heart of Eden stood Saint Peter’s Cathedral.
Within the grand sanctuary, filled with radiant statues and shimmering light, Gabriel clasped her hands in prayer.
[‘Prayer of the Soul’ has been activated!]
[Divine Power +20 increased!]
[Emotions of compassion and love have grown stronger!]
[A deep enlightenment has been attained.]
[5% remaining until obtaining the title ‘Seraph of Eternity’.]
White doves flew, bells chimed, and peace filled Gabriel’s heart.
“Please allow me to always be thankful in all things, and to wield my sword for those weaker than I.”
The longer she prayed, the more her emotions surged.
Her divine power, once stagnant, was now rising.
Even the wall of enlightenment she had once thought unbreakable was beginning to fade.
‘So this is happiness.’
At this moment, even if the Demon King invited her on a picnic to Hell, she would have laughed and gone along happily.
Gabriel continued her prayer.
She was close—so very close.
Just a little longer, and she would earn a title no other archangel—save Michael and Lucifer—had ever achieved.
“No matter how bitter my enemies may be, grant me the grace to forgive them….”
But just as her prayer reached its end—
[…Spatial transfer is in progress.]
[You have abandoned your prayer midway. Divine Power -1,000,000.]
[Failure to attend dawn prayer for the next 100 years will result in permanent debuffs.]
All her efforts had turned to dust.
“F-Forgive… Forgive my ene—”
Gabriel’s face trembled.
“…Damn it. Forgive, my ass.”
And with that, Gabriel’s figure dissolved into a wisp of smoke.
⁕⁕⁕
Wooooong!
Countless pillars of light descended from the sky.
A storm of immense magical energy poured into the mental world.
“W-What in the….”
“Multiple divine beings of major god level are crossing over!”
“Six, seven… ten… damn it, there’s a ton of them!”
“What the hell is going on here!?”
The Gandhara Guild’s rankers screamed.
The sheer oppressive pressure crushing their bodies was suffocating.
[Massive pressure is being exerted upon the mental world!]
[Time remaining until barrier collapse: 1H : 05M : 33S]
The mental world formed by the Holy Spear was rapidly collapsing.
Even though it was created by four apostles blessed by the Divine Beings of the Celestial Order, it could not endure the overwhelming influx of these myths.
It was only thanks to the divine beings sharing the burden that even an hour’s time had been bought.
“An item like this actually existed….”
Kali’s face twisted grimly.
She had never anticipated that Jinhyuk had planned something like this.
No one could have.
“To think we now have to face not only the Demon Realm but also Asgard and Olympus….”
“And that’s Yggdrasil itself… He’s literally wagering the fate of entire mythologies in this battle.”
“The worst part is… this might not even be the end.”
The pillars of light were still descending.
What they had thought to be a captured prey—wasn’t.
All the Divine Beings of the Celestial Order turned their eyes toward one place.
“Ahem! Is there something on my face?”
The cause of all this chaos was just one man.
Player Kang Jinhyuk.
The human who had shattered the balance of the Tower that had endured until now.
“As expected, we’ll have to kill him this time. If we leave him be, we’ll be the ones to die.”
Agni exhaled flames filled with killing intent.
“Well, if you think about it positively, the risk has definitely gone up—but striking now, before they fully recover, might actually be the best opportunity.”
The fallen heroes, the countless elite troops, the spent relics and holy artifacts—
The scars of a great war could never be healed in a short time.
That was true for both the North and Olympus alike.
Gigantic mythologies, each with their own vast histories and powers, had gathered atop the Tower’s upper floors.
Even if one of these forces vanished entirely here, it would not be strange.
The situation was on the brink of explosion.
“Hmmm….”
A god who had never intervened before finally moved.
One of the highest deities among the Divine Beings of the Celestial Order—Brahma.
Brahma tapped his chin lightly with a finger.
Could they wipe them out now, before Vishnu and the main force of the Celestial Order descended?
More importantly, could this fragile mental world even withstand a battle of such scale?
There were far too many variables.
“How much longer until the Covenant?”
“About five hours remain.”
Five hours would suffice.
That part was not a problem.
“And what of Asura?”
Asura—the leader of the demons, one of the two main forces of the Celestial Order, ruler of the underworld ‘Patala’ and the infernal realm ‘Naraka.’
“Well… there are just too many of them. They’re struggling to enter the mental world.”
“Of course. That’s to be expected.”
That power couldn’t be relied on for now.
Still, it was within acceptable limits.
He already knew precisely how to steer this war toward victory.
“Summon the Apostles.”
“You mean the humans currently fighting?”
“……”
“N-No! I’ll bring them at once!”
The guard, realizing his mistake, immediately bowed.
One word—or even a single thought—from Brahma could reduce him to dust.
“While I’m away, gather the troops at the western temple. Once this is over, we move out immediately.”
“Yes, understood.”
As the guard departed to carry out his orders, a golden-haired woman beside Brahma smirked.
“You’re going personally?”
Her bronze skin gleamed, and tiny bolts of lightning playfully floated around her.
It was Indra, one of the higher deities among the Divine Beings of the Celestial Order.
“I’m only going to say hello. No matter how insignificant a life may be, its end should still be beautiful.”
“Hehe. Have fun then. It’s been a while since we’ve had a real stage set.”
“Yes. I’ll go enjoy myself.”
Wooooong!
Brahma’s form dissolved into shimmering particles and vanished.