The crimson void snapped shut, swallowing up the storm, the Heretic God, and every trace of chaos into a perfect emptiness.
The moment it closed, reality crashed back in—a deafening crack raced across the landscape, almost shaking the world.
And then, just like that, everything went still.
The silence was thick enough to press on your ears.
Ren hung there in the air for a second, then drifted down until his boots met the earth with barely a whisper.
He stood at the center of a crater, huge and perfectly smooth—so flawless it looked like a divine hand had scooped out the land.
The old French town wasn’t ruined, not really.
It hadn’t burned away or been smashed to rubble.
It was just… gone.
Erased.
What was left behind glittered in the morning sun: a deep bowl of obsidian glass, still and gleaming, carved from earth crystalized under impossible heat.
This was obliteration, pure and clean.
Thor—God of Thunder, breaker of worlds—didn’t escape.
He didn’t slink off to some distant mythic realm to lick his wounds.
He wasn’t banished, and he wasn’t coming back.
Everything that made Thor who he was—his power, his legend, his very presence—had been sliced clean out of the world.
Ren stood in the calm, glassy basin, expression unreadable, emotionless except for an irritation that lingered like a hangover.
No shock, no adrenaline, no awe.
Just the cold mood of a King annoyed his morning coffee had been ruined.
Then the air changed.
Magic pooled heavy and thick, suffocating in its intimacy.
The world’s native magic, the deep machinery that creates Campiones, tried to flex its rules.
Usually, when someone kills a god, the universe rips their soul out, drags them to Pandora’s shadowy domain for a trial, and hands over the god’s stolen Authority—if they survive the rebirth.
Ren felt the pull—the abyss yawning, Pandora’s maternal call all but yanking at his core.
He didn’t budge.
He didn’t give an inch.
A sharp, crystalline sound rang in his mind, slicing through the old magic like a razor.
[Target Eliminated: Thor (Norse Pantheon)] He stood perfectly still, eyes narrowing in the glassy crater as the System tore Thor’s myth apart, piece by piece.
He didn’t need lightning, hurricanes, or another magic hammer—not when his treasury overflowed with relics that could already flatten mountains.
Redundant powers?
Worthless.
What Ren needed was simple: a body that matched his arsenal.
[Analyzing Divine Core…] [Authority Extracted: Megingjörð (The Zenith of War)] [Warning: Severe Biological Reconfiguration Initiated.] His breath caught.
Not a scream—a snapped jaw, teeth grinding so hard they echoed in the vast silence.
A lance of raw, scalding energy ripped through him.
Not a blessing—this was violence.
The Norse myth burned deep, twisting his biology, melting away any human weakness and replacing it with something terrifying.
His bones grew dense, iron-hard, and muscles layered themselves with a kind of strength no mortal could imagine.
Runes glimmered blue-hot beneath his skin, branding the Authority of Absolute Strength onto his DNA, then faded.
The agony stormed through him for ten long seconds.
Then, it ended.
He exhaled, slow and steady.
The air felt different—thin, almost useless—like he was suddenly too substantial for the world around him.
Ren opened his eyes.
The world hadn’t changed.
He had.
There was a pulse in his limbs now, a heavy potential barely leashed.
The Belt of Absolute Strength wasn’t an artifact anymore; the System had made it part of him, stitched right into his body.
Power, endurance, and durability—all boosted beyond anything a war god could hope for.
He crouched, brushing a finger against the jagged glass at his feet.
No magic, no trickery, no borrowed weapon—just a simple touch, a test of his new baseline.
The diamond-hard earth disintegrated to powder.
No celebration, no smile.
He brushed his hands off, calm as ever.
The old flaw—his physical fragility—was gone.
Now his body was as brutal as any apocalypse he could unleash.
He wasn’t just a tactician with a legendary treasury.
He’d become a predator at the very top, flawless and alone.
Ren glanced up at the sky.
He knew what unleashing the Sword of Rupture did.
Across the world, every mage, every sighted faction, even the lowest Campione had to have felt the moment reality tore.
Satellites would be hunting for him within the hour.
Diplomatic vultures would circle by the afternoon, eager for alliances or desperate to contain him.
The other Kings—reckless fools and ancients alike—would be plotting already.
Good.
He didn’t care if the whole world stared at him.
Let them.
Let them panic, let them plot, let the old committees scream in their council chambers.
If someone came for his peace again, he wasn’t running or hiding.
He’d just empty his vaults, and bury anyone foolish enough to challenge him.
This world belonged to him now.
His backyard, his law.
Still—a true King doesn’t stay stuck in his yard, forever shooing pests with a stick.
Ding.
A new sound pinged in his mind, different from all the others.
A fresh slab of blue text flickered into his vision: [System Threshold Exceeded.
He paused, wind tugging at his ruined, rain-soaked jacket, watching the updates roll by.
[New Module Unlocked: Dimensional Transit.] [Host has surpassed the limits of the current designated reality.
The System can now anchor to the coordinates of alternate spatial dimensions and parallel worlds.] He stared at the floating panel.
Other dimensions.
Whole new universes.
A slow, real smile crept onto his face, the first since this mess began.
Not heroic, not crazed—just satisfied.
He’d just been handed keys to endless luxury.
He’d start roaming the multiverse—finding quiet worlds, sampling new cities, maybe finally enjoying a silent breakfast with no interruptions.
He’d reached the top.
Now, with the System, he was free to go anywhere.
Ren closed his eyes, tapping directly into the unfamiliar, intoxicating power now woven into him.
He didn’t speak.
He didn’t waste time fumbling for words.
He just forced his will into the machinery.
Show me the options, he commanded.
.
[Acknowledged.
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