Chapter 116: The Greek Conquest Gods Strike!
Akashic Records.
"What's wrong with Sister?"
Göll asked the Seventh Sister, Reginleif, beside her.
Ever since answering that phone call earlier, their sister had been acting very strangely.
Now, she was frantically eating a specially made salty licorice pie.
That thing was practically a culinary abomination. She only ever ate it when she was in an extremely foul mood, when something terrible had happened, or when she'd made a mistake—as a form of self-punishment.
So, Göll couldn't understand why she was doing this.
They'd won four matches in a row. Why did she look as though they'd lost four straight instead?
"No idea," Reginleif shook her head. She wanted to know too and had asked, but their sister wouldn't say.
At a time like this, they should be confirming the next fighter, yet she seemed to have stopped caring.
Just then, the door to the Akashic Records opened. Who had arrived?
A figure resembling a cyborg entered everyone's field of vision.
The moment he saw them, he unleashed an overwhelming killing intent that froze them all in fear.
"A long-awaited greeting, Lord Adamas."
Brunhilde, unfazed, paused briefly before offering a respectful bow.
As for why he had stormed here in such fury, Brunhilde knew full well—and could only smile wryly.
"Adamas? Who's that?"
Göll was somewhat bewildered, not recognizing this god, and neither did her other sisters.
"This is Lord Zeus's elder brother,"
Brunhilde provided the answer.
Among the gods, those who knew Adamas was Zeus's elder brother were extremely few. Most only knew of the three brothers, unaware of this second-ranked God of Conquest, Adamas.
In truth, there were four brothers.
The reason for keeping it hidden was likely due to family shame.
It was said that when the youngest brother Zeus became the leader of the Greek pantheon, Adamas was deeply resentful.
During the Titanomachy, Adamas, unable to contain his anger, seemingly betrayed the Greek pantheon by opening the gates of the Abyss, allowing the Titan gods to advance and launch a pincer attack on the Greek gods.
Fortunately, Lord Hades descended alone into the Underworld, intercepting and annihilating the entire army.
At the time, the Underworld's forces had all been dispatched to support the Heavenly Realm, leaving Lord Hades with no reinforcements.
In that battle, Lord Hades nearly perished.
Thus, Adamas carried immense guilt toward his elder brother Hades, who had always cared for him. After being revived, he was tasked with guarding the Abyss.
Revived?
Because Adamas had also invited Lord Poseidon to join him in rebelling against Zeus's rule. However, Poseidon had no intention of colluding with him and, upon learning of his betrayal, mercilessly struck him down on the spot.
In the end, it was Hades who ordered the nearly dead Adamas to be taken away and revived.
The one who revived him was Beelzebub—only this mad scientist of biology could have brought Adamas back.
Now, with the news of Hades's death reaching his ears, it was no surprise he would fly into a rage and come demanding answers.
Suddenly, Brunhilde's expression changed drastically as she realized something.
"Lord Adamas, you haven't opened the Abyss again, have you?"
Having betrayed once before, and now with his beloved elder brother dead, it wouldn't be strange for him to do such a thing.
"Open the Abyss? Heh, that does sound like a splendid idea!!!"
The Greek God of Conquest's face twisted grotesquely as he spoke, his laughter terrifying.
"But I made a promise to my brother. I cannot break it!!!"
His following response was far more relaxed.
No—Brunhilde's body tensed instead, for she could see his genuine intent to kill her.
His words drained the color from Brunhilde's face. He intended to target her sister.
"Her first—!"
His figure vanished in an instant, reappearing beside the eleventh sister, Hlökk, as if to crush her skull on the spot.
But in that very moment, an even more terrifying, razor-sharp aura froze the God of Conquest in place.
Like an overly sensitive animal startled by a threat, he instantly retreated from Hlökk's side.
"Trash. You haven't improved at all. Your actions are unworthy of a god, and you continue to disgrace our brother Hades. Before you can commit such folly, I shall execute you myself."
The emotionless voice belonged to a newly arrived god—another from the Greek pantheon, Poseidon. His overwhelming presence had startled the God of Conquest.
"Hehehe, then let's try it—this time, let's see who gets killed!!!"
Adamas sneered in response, his nerves stretched to the breaking point.
This younger brother of his wasn't joking—he truly intended to kill him.
"Enough! Both of you, stop!"
Another voice intervened—Zeus, who arrived with an oppressive aura of his own.
In the end, the two seemed to back down only out of deference to Zeus.
Thus, Brunhilde could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"My apologies, little Brunhilde. I'm afraid you've witnessed something rather unsightly."
After saying this, Zeus cast a deep glance at the Valkyrie before turning to leave.
"Lord Zeus."
"Hm? What is it?"
"...No, it's nothing."
"Good. Then I look forward to the fifth round—may another human who can astonish me appear~"
As he spoke, Zeus wore the kindly visage of a benevolent old man.
Yet, to Brunhilde, it felt nothing short of horrifyingly sinister.
So, it was right that she hadn't voiced what she'd been about to say.
Now, no matter what she said—even if the Ragnarök conflict was being manipulated, even if there were shadows lurking behind it—Zeus would not care. He would see Ragnarök through to the very end.
If she dared try to stop Ragnarök, she would undoubtedly incur Zeus's wrath.
"Haaaah—"
Göll slumped weakly to the ground.
"I thought we were 0.8 seconds from death..."
Hlökk leaned against the table for support.
"Who is that Adamas, anyway?"
Alvitr seemed somewhat curious about the man.
"He also referred to Hades as 'brother,' didn't he?"
Reginleif deduced this from the exchange between Poseidon and Adamas.
All four turned their gazes toward their eldest sister—she clearly knew something.
But Brunhilde offered no explanation under their questioning looks.
She sighed helplessly.
Five.
Hm? Her phone buzzed.
The gods' chosen combatant for the sixth round was—!
Hehehe... Brunhilde's expression twisted slightly.
That scheming bastard was finally stepping onto the battlefield!
Then she would summon him—the one who stirred such complicated emotions within her.
No doubt, he would be eager to slaughter that god himself...