Alex walked slowly through the Coliseum corridor, savoring the anticipation of battle as Heimdall’s voice echoed across the arena, extolling his opponent. Heimdall described Poseidon — the God of the Seas — as the proudest and most ruthless of gods, the embodiment of the oceans’ power and majesty. Each word of the announcer, like a delicate note, added tension to the air. Alex, however, remained unperturbed. Pulling a cigarette from his pocket, he lit it and took a deep drag, letting the smoke lazily drift around him.

As he walked, Alex sank into his thoughts, pondering why the Old Man had ended up in this world and why he had created this particular Adam. But no matter how hard Alex tried, he couldn’t understand the motives and actions of his Old Man. When Alex arrived in this world, he could see Adam’s very essence, and within it was a glimmer of the Old Man’s power. This realization had enraged Alex — these gods had killed his brother, a man Alex himself admired.

Exhaling smoke, Alex briefly entertained the idea of resurrecting Adam but quickly dismissed it. He decided his brother deserved rest, and Alex would shoulder the burden himself, protecting Adam’s children. Alex was no hero or savior, but he couldn’t turn his back on those in need. His philosophy was simple: heroes save everyone, but a Demon King saves his own people, even if it means staining his hands with blood.

«Why did you bring me to this world, Old Man?» Alex murmured, exhaling a stream of smoke upward.

He didn’t expect the Old Man to answer, but he suspected it had something to do with this timeline being destined for destruction. When Alex reached that conclusion, he immediately suspected the involvement of an avatar of an Outer God. However, he wasn’t ready to act on this theory just yet — he needed confirmation before making any moves.

After the battle, Alex planned to test the search module to ensure there were no Outer God avatars present in this world. As he walked, he changed into his usual battle attire. His clothing emitted a faint glow before transforming into his signature outfit — the attire of Vergil from Devil May Cry.

Changing on the way, Alex considered summoning his sword but quickly dismissed the thought. He didn’t want to alarm the gods prematurely by wielding that weapon. For his plan of revenge, he would rely solely on physical strength and the so-called Völund, the fusion of a user’s and a Valkyrie’s souls.

He worried about what might happen to the Valkyrie after the Völund. Alex’s soul and very nature were rooted in destruction. However, he thought about how his other weapon didn’t rely on destructive power, functioning more like its original counterpart.

«Maybe all the destructive power is concentrated in Delzogade and Venuzdonoa. I’d rather not have the Valkyrie suffer because of my strength,» Alex muttered, sighing heavily.

Descending the spiral staircase, he saw three Valkyries waiting for him: Brunhilde, Göll, and Hrist. Flicking his cigarette butt aside, he approached them with a faint smile.

«Have you come to see me off?» he asked, his tone playful.

The trio of Valkyries looked at Alex as he descended the stairs. They noticed his face was no longer as cold as it had been a few minutes ago. Now, his expression was calm and serene.

Brunhilde continued to compare Alex to Adam, and the only similarity she could find was the care for their family reflected in both their eyes. In the moments before the battle, Brunhilde had tried to gather any information about Alex, but her search turned up empty no matter how hard she tried. This only deepened her doubts—not about Alex’s connection to Adam, but about his very existence in this world. Her suspicions weren’t unfounded since Alex was indeed not a native of this world.

«You don’t seem to be in much of a hurry,» Brunhilde said in a calm tone.

Alex smiled at her words and casually approached the trio of Valkyries.

«I had to see my wife off so she could watch the battle,» he replied calmly, pulling out another cigarette.

Brunhilde gave Alex a once-over, noting that he had changed clothes, though she couldn’t figure out when he’d done it. She hadn’t seen him carrying any spare attire, but she quickly dismissed the thought, focusing on what truly mattered: the upcoming fight — Alex versus Poseidon.

«Are you sure you can defeat Poseidon?» Brunhilde asked again.

Her question was rooted in concern, as humanity had already lost two battles. Losing a third would create a significant gap, one that would take immense effort to close. Alex understood her thoughts and simply smiled.

«No problem. He won’t be the first god I’ve killed. All gods bleed, and if you cut off their heads or tear out their hearts, they all die,» Alex said calmly, his gaze drifting toward a stone wall.

As Alex’s eyes lingered on the wall, an unpleasant thought crossed his mind: how best to bring down this arrogant god. Staring at the wall, Alex was reminded of his loyal friend Jeff, who had helped him deal with the slavers who had kidnapped Valerie.

The Valkyries noticed Alex’s gaze fixed on the wall.

«Why are you staring at the stone wall?» Göll asked, peeking out from behind Brunhilde.

Still wary of Alex, Göll stayed hidden behind her elder sister. She didn’t fully understand why she asked the question, but curiosity about Alex’s intense focus on the wall got the better of her. His look seemed almost nostalgic, as if he were seeing a long-lost friend.

Hearing her question, Alex turned his head and met Göll’s eyes. The girl quickly ducked behind her sister again but continued to peek out, unable to resist her curiosity.

«Just checking how sturdy the walls are,» Alex replied with a light smile, looking directly at her.

Not wanting to frighten her, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of candy, holding it out to the girl. Göll peeked out again, noticing the warmth in Alex’s eyes, and timidly reached out to take the treat. Once she had it, she retreated behind her sister but continued to observe him cautiously. Alex noted with a faint smile how she resembled a timid yet adorable animal.

«Maybe I should kidnap her and make her my little sister,» he thought jokingly for a moment.

But he quickly pushed the thought aside, deciding to focus on the more pressing matters at hand. That was, until Brunhilde’s voice broke his concentration.

«And why do you need to know if the walls are sturdy?» Brunhilde asked suspiciously, her gaze sharp as it rested on Alex.

He turned his gaze away from Göll and approached the wall. Pressing his fingers against the stone masonry, he easily pulled out one of the bricks. For a moment, Alex looked at the brick as though it were an old friend before turning back to the Valkyrie trio.

«Why do you need that?» Hrist asked, eyeing the brick in his hand with surprise.

«It’s a surprise,» Alex replied shortly, setting the brick aside. Then he turned to Hrist with a light smile. «So, my beautiful assistant, shall we go kill a god?»

At his words, Hrist’s expression changed. Her previous gentle demeanor gave way to a bloodthirsty grimace. Alex reminded himself that this Valkyrie had something resembling a split personality: one side was kind and caring, while the other was ruthless and unforgiving.

«Yeah, let’s kill that bastard,» Hrist said, her voice tinged with cold fury.

Alex extended his hand, and as soon as her fingers touched his, Hrist’s body glowed and dissolved, transforming into a weapon. In Alex’s hands now lay a katana in its sheath. He was a bit surprised; in the original, Hrist’s katana was much longer. But Alex figured its form had changed to suit his preferences.

Gripping the katana by the sheath in reverse, he decided to remove his coat so it wouldn’t get in the way.

«Hey, Brunhilde, hold my coat so some idiot doesn’t steal it,» he said, slipping off his outerwear and handing it to Hrist’s sister.

Underneath the coat were two holsters for pistols. A black and white pistol hung under his arms, and a large revolver, «Blue Rose,» could be seen strapped to his waist. Brunhilde silently took the coat, noting the confidence that was reflected on Alex’s face.

As he passed Göll, Alex affectionately ruffled her hair and made his way to the enormous gates leading to the arena.

Meanwhile, Hrist found herself within Alex’s inner world. She was beside his soul, where various weapons floated in the air. But what struck her most was the majestic castle of the Demon King — Delzogeyde.

Hrist’s soul split, and now her two halves—the kind and the bloodthirsty—were in awe of the imposing symbol. Fear gripped them, but they continued to explore Alex’s inner world.

Alex himself had no idea of their state but could feel that Hrist was okay, though she was clearly shocked. For him, this was a new experience—uniting on a spiritual level.

With a cigarette between his teeth, he stopped before the gates. They began to slowly rise.

«How dramatic,» Alex muttered, rolling his eyes as he watched the passage open slowly.

Rebecca and the trio of chaotic dogs were at the entrance, where Alex had left them. She had seated the dogs to keep them from running off, though it had been difficult: their energy seemed to be boiling over, but under Rebecca’s stern gaze, they settled obediently at her feet. A few minutes had passed since Alex left, and the arena began to change. The sight was mesmerizing: the floor filled with water, and soon its level rose, turning the arena into a massive pool. In the center of the swirling waters, a massive round platform of stone emerged.

The noise from the spectators grew louder, especially from the gods, who seemed to be eagerly awaiting this moment. However, the humans remained grim, many still grieving after Adam’s heroic death. Suddenly, the surface of the water began to stir, the waves growing stronger, and with every loud word from Heimdall, the tension mounted. Suddenly, the water parted, revealing a path down which the god Poseidon walked leisurely. In his hand, he held his majestic trident.

When Rebecca saw Poseidon, rage boiled inside her. She barely held herself back from putting a bullet in the head of this arrogant god. His arrogance oozed from every movement, and his contempt for those around him was evident in every feature of his face. To Poseidon, humans were nothing more than insects — small and insignificant.

Rebecca had already reached for her rifle but stopped, pulling herself together. She knew Alex wouldn’t miss the chance to «put this cocky god in his place.» Even before the battle began, she had instructed G.I.R. to record everything happening in the arena, so not a single moment would be missed. Rebecca smiled, imagining how Alex would turn the fight into not just a victory, but a true spectacle of humiliation for Poseidon.

When Poseidon took his place in the arena, a deathly silence fell. His face appeared on the giant screen, and even there, the god’s arrogance was unmistakable. The gazes of the spectators fixed on the screen, awaiting the announcement of the challenger from humanity. But instead of an image, there was only darkness.

[And now, meet the challenger from Humanity. There is nothing known about his feats or life. All we know is that he is the older brother of Adam himself.]

Heimdall’s words caused a terrible resonance among the spectators, both humans and gods. The gods were the most surprised, and they began to feel a fear rising from deep within their souls.

[If Adam was the progenitor of humanity, then his brother has remained unknown until now, as if he had never existed. Unknown in life, and unknown in death.]

Heimdall loudly proclaimed, further stoking interest in who would be Poseidon’s opponent. The human side eagerly awaited the revelation of who might be Adam’s older brother. Eve and Adam’s children, Cain and Abel, exchanged surprised glances, not expecting that their father and husband might have a brother. The gods tensed, waiting to see who would step onto the arena.

[If Adam was the shield that protects humanity, then his brother is the sword of humanity aimed at the gods.]

Heimdall’s words resonated among the spectators. The curiosity about this person, Adam’s brother, known as humanity’s sword, grew even stronger.

[Adam was created to lead humanity to prosperity. He was created to kill those who would stand against humanity. Adam was the light, and he was the darkness. If Adam was created to stand on equal footing with the gods, then he is the monster created to kill them. Even his name means «protector of humanity.» MEET ALEXANDER VOLDIGOAD!!!!]

With Heimdall’s final words, the coliseum was deafened by noise. All eyes turned to the passage where Alex should appear. Slowly, a stone bridge began to rise from the water—a simple, unadorned platform, sharply contrasting with the dramatic entrances of the other challengers. It seemed as though an ordinary man was about to step into the arena.

When the bridge reached its limit, the massive stone gates creaked open. The arena froze in tense anticipation. The silence became absolute — all that could be heard was the rustling of water and the howling wind. It felt as if the world itself was holding its breath. And then, in the distance, steps echoed — measured, unhurried. Humans and gods, holding their breath, kept their eyes fixed on the dark passage. Every step seemed to synchronize with the beating hearts of the spectators, causing a sense of shiver and fear.

Gradually, a silhouette began to emerge from the darkness. The steps grew louder, and the figure’s outline became clearer. And then, Alex stepped out from the passage. He was dressed in a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves, black trousers, and boots. Holsters with two pistols — one black, one white — hung under his arms, and a revolver was tucked into his waistband. His stern appearance and cold calmness immediately caught attention. When the spectators saw his face, they were struck by how much he resembled Adam, though his presence radiated darkness.

«Adam was light, and He is darkness,» — this thought ran through many minds. Alex’s hair was swept back, emphasizing his confident look. In one hand, he held a katana in reverse grip, and in the other… a brick. The most ordinary brick, one you could find anywhere.

Rebecca, watching all this, broke into a wide grin. She knew Alex like no one else and understood that Poseidon wasn’t about to face just a fight, but a humiliating beating. She hugged Stitch and, with undisguised delight, said:

« Poseidon asked for it himself!»

Walking across the bridge, Alex scanned the stands. His gaze met Eve, Adam’s wife, and their children — Cain and Abel. Surprise was written on their faces, to which Alex simply nodded with a slight smile. Then he turned his gaze to the Olympian gods. His smile widened, and his eyes filled with predatory curiosity. When his eyes met Aphrodite’s, she clenched her fists, unable to bear his gaze. Ares and Hermes felt a strange, almost animalistic fear. Even those whom Alex didn’t look at directly could feel the weight of his presence.

«Hey, Hrist, you still here?» — Alex mentally addressed the Valkyrie, whose silence slightly surprised him.

«We… yes, we’re here,» — Hrist responded, bewildered. — «What are you?»

«A secret,» — Alex answered briefly, with a light smile.

Upon reaching the platform, Alex stopped in front of Poseidon. He looked exactly as he did in the manga and anime: blonde hair, scaly blue armor, and a trident in his hand. Poseidon didn’t even glance at Alex, continuing to display his indifference. Alex looked over the trident, mentally deciding to add it to his collection, then looked back at the god, his smile growing wider. He enjoyed seeing how arrogant beings eventually ended up on their knees.

The start of the battle was announced, but neither of the opponents moved from their spots. Poseidon looked away, ignoring Alex, while Alex calmly took out a cigarette, lit it, and slowly exhaled the smoke into the cloudless sky. Humans and gods watched this in bewilderment. The Olympians, used to Poseidon’s arrogance, remained silent, but their attention was more on Alex — his calmness raised questions.

«Hrist, have you recovered yet?» Alex mentally asked again.

«Yes… I’m fine,» the gentle side of the Valkyrie quietly replied.

Alex gave a brief nod and began to strap his katana to his waist to free his hands. He didn’t want to reveal his true power, fearing it might provoke more radical actions from the gods. After flicking the cigarette butt away, he took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself. All this time, he hadn’t even had a specific plan, but he knew one thing: the battle with Poseidon had to be more than just a fight — it had to be a beating, where the god of seas and oceans would be utterly humiliated.

Exhaling, Alex wiped the smile off his face, fully focusing on Poseidon. He hadn’t come here just for a fight; he had come for vengeance, and the best revenge would be to show the Olympian gods how their magnificent warrior would be humiliated. Clenching the brick in his hand, Alex took the first step forward.

As his foot touched the stone bridge, a powerful ripple spread across the water, as if a stone had been thrown into it. This wave washed over the gods’ side, and they immediately felt the tension that had been hidden in Alex’s figure. Now, from his body radiated a threat — not just physical, but something deeper, threatening their very essence.

«Hey, underwater bastard, you know…» Alex lazily tossed the brick into the air, catching it with one hand.

His steps were slow, relaxed, as if he were taking a walk in the park. But as soon as he got close enough, his figure vanished from sight, leaving the spectators in confusion. In an instant, Alex was on Poseidon’s right side.

The brick, clenched in his hand, was already raised for a strike, and within a fraction of a second, it slammed into Poseidon’s face with a dull thud. The god’s head was thrown to the side, blood sprayed from his nose, and he staggered, nearly losing his balance.

«It’s impolite not to look at your opponent,» Alex said, lowering the brick.

A deathly silence hung over the stands. Neither the humans nor the gods could believe what they had just seen. Poseidon, the great and proud god, had been struck… with a brick.

Slowly recovering, Poseidon ran his fingers over his face, feeling the blood. When his gaze fell on the red spots on his fingers, his jaw tightened, and his eyes flashed with rage. Meanwhile, Alex stood nearby, still juggling the brick, his face showing nonchalance.

«Is this for real? The great Poseidon got hurt by… a regular brick?» Alex made a surprised face, his voice sounding innocent. «How could this be? Maybe you’re not a god? Or just a mongrel, who calling itself a god?»

Alex’s words sparked a storm of indignation among the gods, but the human side erupted in loud cheers of triumph. The spectators applauded Alex’s boldness and strength.

In the stands, Valkyrie Brunhilde couldn’t hide her astonishment. She watched the scene unfold with a bewildered expression. Her younger sister, Gell, whispered in shock:

« How is this possible? He injured Poseidon without using Völund or Christ’s power!»

Rebecca, standing nearby, snorted without taking her eyes off the arena:

« Just for the record: Poseidon is weak compared to those Alex has already faced. He’s no more than a small fish in a puddle.»

Gell turned her gaze to Rebecca, then to the strange beings beside her, who were happily eating popcorn while watching the beating.

« What do you mean?» — she asked, confused.

« You’ll have to ask him yourself,» — Rebecca shrugged. —» For now, enjoy. This battle won’t end well for Poseidon.»

Meanwhile, on the other side of the arena, among the gathered samurai, a wave of excitement rose.

« If he wins, I want to fight him,» — said Sasaki Kojirō, stroking his chin. — «There’s something special in his movements. Now I understand why there’s a threat coming from him.»

The samurai, including a young fighter with a radiant smile on his face, followed Alex’s every move. None of them could look away, especially waiting for the moment when he would unsheathe his blade for the first time. It was as if they saw in him the peak they had long been striving to reach.

Alex continued moving forward, throwing casual glances at the stands. His actions, words, and the mere fact that he had harmed Poseidon with a brick made the arena boil with excitement. And this was only the beginning.

Alex stood facing Poseidon, observing the change in the god’s mood. An angry crease formed on the god’s face, and his grip on the trident became steely. Poseidon leaned slightly forward, and the tension in the air grew with each passing second. Without warning, Poseidon lunged forward with his trident, the weapon slicing through the air, leaving behind multiple bright, residual images, all aiming at Alex.

With a slight smile, Alex disappeared from his spot, and the trident’s afterimages pierced only his phantom. When Poseidon stopped to assess the result, Alex’s voice sounded right at his feet:

« Hey buddy, you think you actually hit him?» Alex was crouched beside Poseidon’s foot, spinning the brick in his hands and smiling as though nothing had happened.

Poseidon turned around, his gaze meeting the mocking eyes of the mortal. He swung his trident, but Alex, anticipating his move, struck the god’s foot with the brick. The crack of bones and the splash of blood made the spectators witnesses to Poseidon’s pain and humiliation. The god didn’t slow down and tried to strike again, but Alex deftly jumped back, and the trident shattered the floor, leaving deep cracks.

Landing, Alex threw a mocking glance at the god.

« Are you sure you’re a god? Or maybe just a fisherman with a superiority complex? You talk to fish, summon waves, but a brick turned out to be stronger than your pride. You know, there are plenty of «gods» like you among humans. Maybe I should start claiming that I’m the king of the seas? Although, no, I don’t want to ruin your fragile self-esteem.»

Every word struck like a dagger, piercing the souls of the gods watching the battle. The Olympian side seethed with rage, their faces twisted with malice. One of them gripped the armrest of his stone throne, turning it into rubble, while Loki, who had been watching the fight casually, now sat with a grim expression.

But suddenly, Poseidon began to whistle a melody. The Colosseum fell silent, with only the soft notes of his whistle filling the air. Alex raised an eyebrow, watching the strange behavior in confusion.

Poseidon abruptly stopped whistling and attacked again. His movements were incredibly fast, leaving behind blurry afterimages. He raised his trident, and it broke the sound barrier as it raced toward Alex, tearing through the air with a deafening explosion.

But Alex met the attack by holding up a brick. The trident’s strike shattered his weapon into dust, but Alex remained still, casually brushing off his hands.

« Well, you’ve broken my brick. I was counting on that one,»— he remarked with feigned sadness.

Poseidon smirked, his voice dripping with contempt:

« Don’t put on that sad face, pathetic mortal. You’re just an ape sent to die, just like your brother.»

Ignoring the mockery, Alex looked the god over. Poseidon’s broken nose was still bleeding, and his mangled toes were twitching. Alex smiled.

« Well then, it’s time for the real fight,» — he said, unfastening his katana from his waist. He pulled out a rope from his pocket to securely bind the scabbard to the hilt. — «Time to show this «god» that the brick was just the beginning.»

The katana, known as Hrist, seemed to come alive in his hands.

« Come on, Alex, let’s take everything out of this arrogant bastard,» — rumbled Hrist’s voice, her evil version eager for battle.

« Oh, I’ve been waiting for this,»— Alex replied with a wide, almost frightening smile.

Alex grinned when he realized that the evil version of Hrist seemed to read his thoughts.

As soon as Poseidon began his attack, his trident struck the arena with such force, creating destruction that thrilled the gods’ side. But it only took one cold glance from Poseidon to turn their triumph into uneasy silence.

Alex, slightly shaking his head, tightened his grip on the katana’s hilt, holding it over his shoulder as if it were just a simple stick for beating.

« You’re rather rude, you know,» — Alex began with a light mockery. — «You could at least enjoy the fact that these mutts are supporting you. Isn’t it wonderful when one mutt praises another, especially when the latter’s waving a fork?»

Poseidon narrowed his eyes, and his voice dripped with undisguised disdain:

« Support? Support is only for the weak. Those who have achieved perfection don’t need it.»

Alex barely held back from laughing, but eventually, he couldn’t contain himself and burst into loud laughter, the sound echoing throughout the Colosseum. He laughed as if he had just heard the dumbest joke of his life.

« Oh, sorry,» — Alex finally managed to say, wiping away tears. — «It’s rude to laugh at the mentally challenged, but you killed me, great joker. Perfection? You? Look around! This arena is a pitiful attempt for you gods to make your lives easier. We’re on an island in the middle of the water so you can use your advantage. You call yourself a god but fear losing to a mortal. All you’ve achieved is the skill to throw around arrogant words and scornful looks.»

Alex’s words provoked a wave of outrage among the gods. Their whistles and shouts were deafening until Alex turned his head toward them. His cold gaze silenced them instantly. Those who feared Poseidon began to feel something more—fear of Alex.

Without responding, Poseidon suddenly disappeared from his spot and reappeared right in front of Alex, delivering a powerful strike with his trident. Alex effortlessly parried with his katana and countered with a kick to Poseidon’s chest, pushing him backward.

Poseidon, regaining his balance, charged forward with fury. Alex delivered a horizontal slash with his katana, aiming for the ribs, but Poseidon deftly jumped, landing above him.

« Die!» — Poseidon uttered briefly, beginning to unleash a flurry of rapid strikes at Alex.

Alex stood still, watching as the blows closed in. With a slight smirk, he vanished, appearing behind Poseidon. The katana in his hands flashed as he delivered a powerful strike to the god’s torso, sending him crashing downward. Poseidon slammed into the arena, creating cracks beneath him.

Alex pursued him, launching himself off the air. He flipped, shifted his position, and like lightning, descended.

« Taijutsu Technique: Falling Lotus Leaf,» — Alex murmured softly, his heel driving into Poseidon’s chest.

The impact was so powerful that the cracks around Poseidon’s body widened, and a cloud of dust enveloped the arena. Alex stood over his opponent, his katana gleaming as the dust dispersed. Poseidon lay on the ground, blood spilling from his mouth, but his eyes opened once more, and he tightly gripped his trident.

Poseidon swung at Alex’s face, but Alex merely tilted his head slightly. The trident whistled past him. Not giving up, Poseidon changed the trajectory of his strike, aiming for Alex’s neck. However, the katana met the god’s weapon, blocking it with a resounding crack.

« You call yourself perfection?» — Alex sneered coldly, not allowing the trident to budge an inch. — «If all gods are as pathetic and weak as you, I sincerely advise you all to dig a hole and die in it together.»

He turned his head toward the gods, his gaze filled with disdain.

Alex’s words were laced with such contempt that it seemed like a declaration of war against the gods. The gods in the stands couldn’t hide their fury, their gazes seemingly trying to burn him to the ground. But Alex didn’t care. He focused all his attention on Poseidon, who was still lying at his feet.

Poseidon, seeing an opportunity to attack, jerked his trident back, trying to knock the katana from Alex’s hands. But instead, he only tore the rope that had bound the scabbard to the sword’s hilt. Reclaiming his weapon, Poseidon instantly retreated, increasing the distance between them.

« You’ve gone too far, mortal,» — Poseidon said, his voice tinged with cold fury. — «Your arrogance has exceeded all bounds just because you managed to land a few hits on me.»

Alex glanced at the torn rope and shook his head. Then, tightening his grip on the katana in his left hand, he assumed the stance to draw the blade. His gaze became sharp as the edge of a sword, like a predator aiming at its prey. Poseidon, in turn, prepared for a decisive attack. Now, he intended to use all his power to erase the human who dared to challenge him.

The stands fell silent. The Colosseum was enveloped in a deathly quiet, broken only by the soft whisper of the wind, sweeping dust across the arena. The tension felt endless, like the calm before the storm.

In the hall where the samurai had gathered, all watched with bated breath.

« Looks like this guy is serious now,»— said Sasaki Kojirō with a slight smile, stroking his chin.

The other samurai silently nodded, but in their eyes burned a desire to face Alex in battle. They could feel it—his next move would reveal his true capabilities.

Moments later, Alex and Poseidon rushed toward each other. Their movements were so fast they left destruction in their wake. One brief clash of steel, and they found themselves back to back. The dust that had risen was swept aside by their energy.

Blood stained the blade of Alex’s katana. He flicked it off with a sharp motion, turned, and saw Poseidon’s body begin to tremble. Then, suddenly, his limbs—arms and legs—separated from his torso and fell to the ground.

Chaos erupted on the gods’ side. Some looked stunned, others couldn’t hide their fear. But Alex remained unfazed. He slowly walked toward the fallen Poseidon, his eyes radiating cold determination.

«You know, I didn’t come here to protect people», — Alex said as he got closer. — «I came for revenge. Your brother killed mine, and for that, I’ll kill you.»

He bent down, grabbed Poseidon’s trident, and threw a furious glance toward the stands where the gods were seated.

« If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being just a mutt who thought himself a god. Blame your brother Zeus for Adam’s death. And blame all of you, pathetic creatures, for starting Ragnarok. You’re worthless, thinking you’re above others, but in reality, you’re just parasites clinging to your illusion of grandeur. But don’t worry, I’ll rid this world of your filth,» — Alex spat with contempt.

Without giving Poseidon a chance to reply, Alex forcefully drove the trident into his face. The strike was so powerful that the weapon pierced through his skull and lodged into the ground, leaving cracks in the stone arena. Poseidon’s blood sprayed in all directions, and his body began to turn to dust.

Silence descended on the Colosseum. No one celebrated the victory. All, even the gods, gazed at Alex in horror. He appeared as he had before the fight—clean, unshaken, as if the battle had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience on his path.

« DID YOU HEAR ME?!» — Alex shouted, his voice trembling with fury. — «YOU WRETCHED CREATURES WILL PAY FOR ADAM’S DEATH! I WILL DESTROY ALL OF YOU!»

His words rang like a death sentence. The gods, many of whom had lived for thousands of years, felt true fear before a mortal for the first time. Alex wrenched the trident from Poseidon’s head, finishing him off. Then, with cold composure, he headed toward the exit without looking back.

When the gates closed behind him, the human side erupted into triumphant cheers. However, for the gods, this victory served as a reminder: a new enemy had emerged, one capable of killing them with terrifying ease.

To be continued…

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