After another powerful attack from Alex, the entire arena shook as if struck by an atomic bomb. The dust raised by his blow dispersed with a single wave of his hand, revealing the sight of the destroyed arena.

The gods present, watching the battle, horrifiedly realized that Alex had been holding back while fighting Poseidon. This truth, like an icy stream, ran down their spines, making them break into a cold sweat.

The arena was now a wasteland, scarred by a massive chasm that stretched from Alex’s feet to the very edge. All the monsters created by Odin, caught at the epicenter of the strike, simply evaporated. Those further out were mutilated by the destructive wave.

While Alex remained still, the robo-dog G.I.R., armed with a flamethrower, rushed left, scorching everything in its path. Its partner, MIMI, surged in the opposite direction, annihilating enemies with streams of flame.

Meanwhile, Rebecca, standing on the balcony rail, held a grenade launcher and precisely launched rounds filled with enhanced napalm. Each shot caused a fiery rain that immediately engulfed the monsters.

The spectators watched in horror. The scene reminded them of the brutal times of the Inquisition when the church wiped out entire villages for heresy. No one could believe that such a sweet-looking girl, like Rebecca, could be so dangerous. Her insane laughter accompanying each shot, and the screams of monsters, created a chilling contrast.

Everyone unanimously decided to stay far away from this sweet-looking but deadly individual. Even Göll, stunned, stared at Rebecca, unable to believe her eyes. Usually, the young Valkyrie saw her lazily lounging on the couch, doing nothing.

Buddha, watching the scene, tried to understand how Alex had even met Rebecca. The only conclusion he came to was that they were too similar.

The rounds in Rebecca’s grenade launcher ran out. Skillfully reloading the weapon, Rebecca handed it to Stitch and began rummaging through her inventory.

“Why did you stop shooting?” Buddha asked, trying not to look at the bloody carnage.

“With a grenade launcher, it’s uncomfortable to help. So I’ll get something better,” she replied with a wide grin.

Her words piqued the curiosity of Buddha, Göll, and Zerofuku. Moments later, Rebecca satisfied their curiosity by pulling out a massive six-barreled machine gun from her inventory, one that was bigger than she was. Stitch’s eyes sparkled when he saw his “Mom” with this terrifying weapon.

“How is she even holding that?” Göll whispered in surprise, unable to believe that such a petite girl could handle such heavy weaponry.

Lifting the machine gun, Rebecca effortlessly slung it over her shoulder, her face showing no sign of strain.

“If you’re going to shoot that thing from here, it might be dangerous,” Buddha cautiously remarked.

“Then to hell with it,” Rebecca scoffed, grimacing. “I’ll get closer. Otherwise, Alex will start lecturing me about safety again. Although, what he’s doing is way more dangerous!”

With these words, she resolutely headed for the arena, ready to turn the battlefield into a fiery disaster.

Buddha was about to object about safety, but Rebecca simply gestured for Stitch. He skillfully jumped onto her back, sinking his sharp claws into her jacket. Once sure he was securely holding on, Rebecca leapt forward and landed directly on the arena’s railing.

The spectators in the stands watched in awe as the girl with the enormous machine gun moved. The contrast between her petite frame and the massive weapon caused confusion in some, and a slight sense of dread in others. Buddha, watching from the balcony, had finally concluded that Rebecca and Alex were both madmen, each in their own way.

Before opening fire, Rebecca pulled a massive ammo box from her inventory, attached a belt to the machine gun, and made sure to supply Stitch with ammunition for his grenade launcher. After finishing her preparations, she smiled widely and sinisterly, resembling a real gremlin.

“This is what I’ve been missing all day,” Rebecca smirked, aiming the machine gun at the monster army. “Resting is nice, but stuffing these bastards full of bullets is way more fun. Don’t you think so, Stitch?”

“Boom-boom! Blow them all up!” Stitch joyfully shouted, raising his grenade launcher.

Nearby people shuddered as they overheard their exchange. Meanwhile, something incredible was happening in the arena. The monster hordes fought G.I.R. and MIMI, while Odin, having taken on a new, terrifying form, instilled fear in the hearts of the spectators.

Rebecca paid no attention to the whispers behind her. Aiming the machine gun at the cluster of monsters, she squeezed the trigger. The six barrels of the gun began to spin, and soon a hail of bullets rained down, tearing apart the bodies of the monsters. Stitch, unwilling to be left behind, launched several grenades that exploded with a loud bang, scattering pieces of enemies in all directions.

G.I.R., wielding a flamethrower, noticed several creatures in front of him explode, burned to ash. Turning his head, he saw Rebecca firing fiercely. Realizing he wasn’t alone in the battle, G.I.R. increased the pressure, turning monsters into dust.

Rebecca, laughing manically, continued firing, which only scared the spectators even more.

Meanwhile, Alex stood not far from Odin, whose body was still trying to regenerate. The right side of his body had taken severe damage, and the severed leg, from which black blood flowed, visibly slowed his movements. His hand, still fused with the Gungnir spear, tightly gripped the weapon. Alex exhaled smoke from his nose and looked down at Odin.

“So, you’re stronger than you look at first glance. I admit, this is slightly surprising. But I’ve been holding back. Maybe you’ll tell me who exactly you were planning to summon into this world?” Alex smirked, his voice tinged with light mockery.

Odin, gritting his teeth in pain, pretended to ignore Alex’s words, but the question made him look at his opponent with a sneer. With each passing moment, his expression grew more self-satisfied. He thought about the creature he was planning to open the way for, which would give him power beyond anything.

“You want to know who I’m going to summon, Voldigoad? Even if I tell you, you won’t understand. In the eyes of this creature, you’re just an insignificant speck, a cockroach. There’s no one and nothing in this world that could defeat it,” Odin said, contemptuously looking at Alex.

Alex, with his expression unchanged, grunted.

“Another idiot who believed the sweet words of a creature that, for fun, could wipe out all life. Well, let’s see how long you last before your screams of pain echo across the arena.” His words were calm, but there was an underlying threat that made Odin involuntarily shudder.

Alex tiredly rubbed his forehead, pondering how to respond to Odin’s words. Another fool who had never encountered truly omnipotent beings, claiming to have seen everything. Brunhilde, hovering behind Alex in her spiritual form, looked at the one-eyed god with disdain. She considered him an idiot. In Alex’s memories, she had seen beings so powerful they couldn’t even be imagined—and he had destroyed them all.

Alex, on the other hand, was thinking about how to get Odin to reveal all the information. He knew the best way was to provoke him.

“So, what do you think, Odin? Why did I ask you to summon all your minions?” Alex said in a calm, almost lazy tone.

Odin frowned upon hearing the question. He noticed that the number of summoned creatures was rapidly diminishing. They were being torn apart, their remains vanishing in the flames. The longer this slaughter went on, the fewer monsters remained. Alex didn’t even need to turn around; he could feel that everything was going according to plan.

Brunhilde turned and saw how Rebecca, G.I.R., MIMI, and Stitch were methodically wiping out the summoned monsters. Rebecca’s gunfire literally ripped them apart, while their bodies were burned by the combined efforts of magic and technology.

“It’s quite simple,” Alex allowed himself a slight smirk. “I’m too lazy to hunt down all these creatures one by one. And you, like the last idiot, gathered them in one place. Though you could have left a few behind to attack the audience, distract me, and give you more time. Instead, you arrogantly flaunt your strength, not thinking about the consequences.”

His calm, instructive tone sounded like a teacher reprimanding a lazy student. Odin seethed with rage. His face twisted with anger, and Brunhilde enjoyed watching this scene. Seeing a once-arrogant god look as though he had just swallowed a mouthful of dirt brought her a strange satisfaction.

Alex smiled, recalling a similar situation with Erebus before the God of Darkness realized he was just a pawn. But Odin was different. This one-eyed god, who had lost all wisdom, had stepped into the situation, bought by a few empty promises.

“And so what? Even if you destroy these creatures, you still won’t be able to kill me. You certainly won’t stop what I’m planning to summon,” Odin spat with disdain, barely suppressing his rage.

Alex raised an eyebrow in surprise, unable to understand how he could still deny the obvious. His plans had already been ruined, but Odin’s arrogance seemed to blind him. Alex decided to drive the final nail into his coffin, completely stripping the enemy of hope.

“You should tone down your arrogant speeches,” he said, his voice dripping with lazy sarcasm. “Or have you not noticed that you’re trapped here? The entire arena is isolated in a separate space. Do you think your pathetic spatial tricks will help you escape? Oh, no, little one. I’m too lazy to let someone like you slip away.”

Alex rolled his eyes as though the entire situation bored him. His tone finally pushed Odin out of balance, turning the god’s anger into despair.

Odin didn’t believe Alex’s words and decided to open a portal to escape, gather his strength, and continue his plan. He tried over and over, but the portal wouldn’t open. With each failed attempt, Odin’s face darkened until he finally realized with horror that Alex’s words were true. Slowly, he lifted his gaze, full of confusion and fear, toward his opponent.

Seeing Odin’s bewilderment, Alex simply grinned widely. This smile wasn’t just mockery—there was a sense of superiority in it. Without looking away, Alex flicked his cigarette aside and slowly walked toward Odin.

“What’s wrong, are you surprised?” Alex began with a mocking tone. “Where are your grand speeches now, Odin? Where are your magnificent plans for sacrifice and summoning the cosmic being? Where did your fighting spirit go? Tell me, oh great and wise Odin. Or were you so blinded by your power that you never even considered that someone might be able to stop you?”

Odin’s face twisted with rage. All of this anger was directed at one person—Alex. But despite the boiling fury inside him, Odin couldn’t understand how his opponent had managed to isolate the space. He only suspected one thing: if Alex died, the barrier would disappear. But he couldn’t have imagined that for Alex, isolating an entire galaxy was no more than a complicated trick, and creating this barrier was merely child’s play.

Odin stood, fully recovered, and aimed Gungnir directly at Alex.

“Whatever you say, your death will be the key to fulfilling my plan. You’ve made it easier for me by locking us in here,” Odin said with cold contempt.

Alex stopped upon hearing this, then burst out laughing loudly and genuinely. His laughter was so contagious that it seemed an odd contrast to the tense atmosphere. Alex laughed to the point of tears, wiped them away, and then, looking at Odin with a gleam in his eyes, said:

“Oh no, Odin, you’re wrong. It’s not me locked in here with you. It’s you locked in here with me. And trust me, you’re not going to like it. So do me a favor—tell me the name of the one you’re planning to summon. Maybe then I’ll make your death quick.”

Odin remained silent, completely ignoring Alex’s words. His patience had run out, and he decided to act. He vanished from his position, instantly appearing in front of Alex, and hurled Gungnir at his chest, intending to pierce him through. But Alex easily dodged, taking only a barely noticeable step to the side. Odin’s spear flew past, smashing everything in its path and kicking up a cloud of dust.

“For future reference: in the next battle against a villain, you might want to reinforce the battlefield, so you don’t destroy everything around you,” Alex muttered to himself, dodging another strike.

Brunhilde, in her spiritual form, heard his muttering and sighed softly. She knew Alex would certainly forget about it if no one reminded him. While Alex skillfully dodged Odin’s furious attacks, he noticed that Odin had accidentally hit a few of his own allies and had nearly wounded G.I.R. and MIMI. Alex glanced quickly at the two robo-dogs and, not wanting to take any risks, teleported them carefully to the stands.

G.I.R. and MIMI barely had time to blink in surprise. Just moments ago, they were destroying heretical creatures, and now they found themselves next to Rebecca. She, noticing the appearance of her “children,” stopped shooting for a moment and looked over the battlefield. Her gaze immediately stopped on Alex, who was effortlessly deflecting Odin’s attacks without losing his cocky smile.

Alex reached his hand out toward Odin’s face. When his fingers came dangerously close, he snapped them. In that instant, Odin’s head exploded like an overripe watermelon, and the All-Father collapsed to the ground like a felled tree.

The Colosseum froze. An absolute silence fell. No one could believe their eyes: with just a snap of his fingers, Alex had destroyed the head of Odin himself. This moment became yet another confirmation of how powerful Alex was, and this realization repeatedly stunned everyone who was watching.

Alex calmly stared at the fallen Odin, took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag. Brunhilde, being within Alex’s spiritual world, smiled. She had already stopped being surprised by his actions, having seen in his memories how he destroyed an entire galaxy for the sake of victory. Yet, still, watching him deal with Odin brought her quiet joy.

“Hey, I know you’re still alive. Stop pretending, get up, and fight,” Alex said lazily, kicking the fallen god in the leg.

“Are you sure you didn’t accidentally kill him?” Brunhilde asked skeptically.

“No, they always do that. Pretend to be dead and then try to attack,” Alex waved her off, pointing at Odin’s body.

As if to confirm his words, Odin’s body jerked, and he struck with his spear, aiming directly at Alex. Alex easily dodged, stepping back a pace. Odin’s head began to regenerate, and his body rose from the ground like a dark mimic of Dracula.

“See? I told you!” Alex grinned.

“Maybe stop talking? Try not to get hit by his strike,” Brunhilde reminded him sternly.

Alex was about to respond, but a spear shot past his face, aimed straight for his head. He dodged at the last moment, making the weapon miss. With each failed strike, Odin grew angrier.

However, Alex remained calm. He skillfully dodged every attack, never letting go of his cigarette, occasionally taking a drag. This nonchalance only further enraged Odin.

Gungnir, merging with the god’s hand, began to change. It grew more grotesque, transforming into something monstrous. Now it was no longer a weapon, but a hungry entity with sharp teeth. When the transformation was complete, Odin struck again. This time, the spear’s mouth opened, attempting to swallow Alex.

Alex teleported to the side, avoiding the snapping trap.

“How much longer are you going to jump around like a monkey?” Odin yelled, glaring at Alex with hatred.

Alex just smirked.

“Seriously? It’s like you’re repeating the same thing,” he taunted. “Just a reminder, I already took your head off with a snap of my fingers. Looks like you need a memory refresher.”

With those words, Alex vanished, as if dissolving into the air.

Odin didn’t have time to react as Alex appeared right in front of him. Before disappearing again, Alex summoned Beowulf’s gauntlets. Appearing before Odin, he struck horizontally with lightning speed. The crushing force of the blow destroyed the upper half of the All-Father’s body, leaving only his legs, which collapsed to the ground.

Black blood began to spill from the remaining remnants, forming a horrible puddle on the floor. The surface of the liquid was covered with mouths and eyes, emitting sinister sounds. Within moments, it transformed into a grotesque creature with sharp teeth, which opened its mouth, preparing to attack Alex.

Alex jumped back, narrowly avoiding the disgusting creature’s strike.

“Do all who embrace the power of the Outer Gods end up like this?” Brunhilde asked with obvious interest.

Her question stemmed from a lack of knowledge. Even in Alex’s memories, which she could access, there were gaps carefully hidden by him. Brunhilde had long wanted to understand why he blocked those moments, but she decided to leave the question for later. Right now, she was more concerned with whether all those who wield such power turn into monsters like Odin.

“Maybe,” Alex answered, watching the black, slimy monster return to its puddle. “I’m not sure. Most don’t survive long enough to become a monster.”

Brunhilde nodded, lost in thought. After all, such power seemed so destructive that its wielder either perished or transformed into something unimaginable.

“How many times do you think Odin will die before he starts talking?” Alex asked with curiosity.

“I don’t know. You check for yourself. I’m not playing your games,” she replied coldly, crossing her arms.

Alex pouted in dissatisfaction, but his curiosity won. He was eager to find out how many deaths Odin could endure before begging for mercy and revealing the name of the creature he intended to summon. Alex added a bit of his own power to make each of the All-Father’s deaths agonizing, taking his time.

He watched as the upper part of Odin’s body reformed from the black liquid. When the process was complete, the All-Father returned to his original form, as if no destruction had occurred. However, Alex had grown tired of hearing his arrogant speeches about invincibility and omnipotence.

Vanishing from sight before Odin could notice, Alex appeared behind him. The All-Father, not fully recovered, felt a cold sense of impending danger from behind. The echoes of the previous two attacks still caused pain, which seeped not only into his body but also into Odin’s very essence.

Acting on instinct, he turned his head and saw Alex, a tiny red sphere spinning on his fingers. It radiated genuine threat. But before Odin could do anything, Alex acted faster.

“Cursed Technique Reversal: Red,” he said calmly, directing the sphere straight at the All-Father.

The red sphere made contact with Odin’s body, and he immediately felt the space around him begin to warp. Everything seemed to be repelling outward, forming a powerful wave that distorted reality. Alex watched the unfolding scene, internally uncertain of the result, as it was his first time using this technique. To be cautious, he applied only a small portion of his power.

Originally, the technique was designed to push all matter within range, but its effect exceeded Alex’s expectations. When the sphere touched Odin’s body, it tore him apart. Black blood erupted in all directions, and the remnants of his body scattered as though blasted by a tank shell. The spectacle resembled a ballistic dummy being torn apart on a firing range.

Alex canceled the technique and carefully inspected the aftermath. He observed with interest what had happened to Odin after encountering his Cursed Technique Reversal: Red.

“Well, that was unexpected,” he remarked, slightly surprised by the power of the new technique.

In her spiritual form, Brunhilde appeared beside him and began angrily tapping Alex on the head.

“Are you serious? You decided to test new techniques while fighting Odin?!” she fumed, punctuating her words with taps.

“Well, why not? Gotta spice up Odin’s death,” Alex replied calmly, ignoring her actions.

Brunhilde, realizing the futility of her attempts to get through to him, sighed and stepped back. Meanwhile, Alex watched with interest as the scattered parts of Odin’s body began to move. They seemed to come alive, crawling toward one spot—his head. When all the fragments reached the target, they merged into a black, sticky mass, soon taking on the form of his original body.

“Hey, Odin, you’ve died three times already. How about calling it quits? Just tell me who you want to summon, and I’ll be done with you,” Alex said coolly.

“No matter how many times you try to kill me, it won’t work. I’m immortal. Nothing in this world can end my life,” Odin declared haughtily.

“Well, we’ll see about that,” Alex replied with a smile, lighting up a new cigarette.

Ignoring Alex’s remark, Odin suddenly disappeared, reappearing right before him a moment later. His monstrous body lunged into attack, opening its jaws wide, intending to swallow his opponent whole. But just as the monster’s jaws were about to close, Odin noticed a bright blue sphere spinning at the tip of Alex’s finger. Recognizing the technique, he tried to retreat, but it was too late.

“Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue,” Alex said with a broad smile, pushing the glowing sphere forward with his finger.

When the blue sphere touched Odin, his entire body began to compress under the pressure. Moments later, he transformed into a small, meaty ball. Alex smirked, pleased with successfully recreating Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.

“Turns out ‘Blue’ is easier than ‘Red’,” Alex said, watching the result of his work. “All you need to do is create a hole in space that starts pulling everything around it. Then it’s not far from turning into a meatball.”

He paused for a second, trying to remember if Gojo had ever turned his opponents into something like this. No answer came, but the thought of meeting Gojo and asking a few questions flashed in his mind.

Meanwhile, the spectators in the stands watched as Odin died once again — for the fourth time. And each time, his death became more humiliating.

“Only need to check ‘Purple,’ and then we can move on,” — Alex said, casually kicking the meatball away from him.

“You’re using Odin as a mannequin to test abilities you’ve never tried before?” Brunhilde asked, hovering in her spiritual form behind Alex.

“How did you know?” Alex replied, surprised.

“I’m literally in your head. It’s not that hard,” Brunhilde responded, rolling her eyes.

None of the spectators heard this conversation. But if anyone had, they would have been utterly shocked: no one could have imagined that Alex was simply testing techniques, not trying to completely annihilate Odin.

The meatball that Odin had turned into began to writhe, and within a second, it took on its original form again. Alex raised an eyebrow, noticing that this time, the regeneration was faster. Without waiting for Odin to fully recover, Alex instantly teleported to him. He pressed his index and middle fingers together, holding them with his thumb, and a violet sphere began to form on his hand.

“Hollow Technique: Purple,” he said, launching the sphere directly at Odin.

When the violet energy hit its target, Odin’s body evaporated, leaving only his feet behind, almost as if mocking him. Alex watched the remains of his enemy and patiently waited for him to recover so he could test the next technique.

“That’s the fifth death,” Alex quietly said, staring at the emptiness. Each of Alex’s attacks not only damaged Odin’s physical body but also his very essence. This time, the regeneration took longer than usual. Alex focused, gazing at his opponent’s destroyed essence. It was covered in cracks and seemed on the verge of complete destruction.

“Well, are you ready to answer my question?” Alex asked, smiling. “Because I still have plenty of techniques I want to try out. It’s not every day you meet an enemy with such impressive regeneration.”

Odin suffered from unbearable pain that he had never experienced before. His plans for power, his ambitions—everything now seemed so insignificant in the face of Alex. He felt his essence breaking down, but he didn’t want to give up, despite his despair.

“Just a note for you, Odin,” Alex continued, his voice softer but his gaze still cold. “I could extract everything I need from you at any moment. But Brunhilde is really angry with you, so you have to endure all of this. So come on, tell me everything, and I’ll end your suffering by destroying you forever.”

A kind, almost innocent smile played on Alex’s face, but even that couldn’t hide his true intentions.

Odin lifted his gaze to Alex and noticed Brunhilde floating behind him in her spiritual form. His eyes narrowed as he realized that all of his plans had fallen apart because of this pair. Barely suppressing the pain in his soul, he smirked in contempt.

“Even if I tell you his name, what will that give you?” he said coldly. “You’re just a cockroach. Sure, you’re stronger than me, but you can’t compare to the one who gave me this power.”

Alex rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance:

“For the love of God, just say the damn name. Stop acting like the main villain, I don’t have time for your games. I’ve got plenty of things to finish.” Finishing the sentence, Alex lazily tossed a candy at Odin’s head.

The candy hit Odin in the forehead, and he reflexively caught it with his hand. For several seconds, he silently stared at the small sweet object in his palm, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Even Brunhilde froze in confusion, watching Alex, who, instead of using a destructive attack, had decided to… treat his enemy to a candy.

Rebecca’s laughter, watching from the arena railing, broke the tense silence. She burst into loud laughter, clearly unable to hold it in.

Odin ignored the laughter behind him, lifted his gaze to Alex, and clenched his teeth. He made a decision. If he was destined to die, then at least he would leave a mark, passing on the information about his patron and hoping that, in the end, Alex would die at the hands of this entity.

“I don’t know his real name,” Odin said, hiding his emotions. “But everyone calls him the Black Man.”

Hearing this, Alex only sighed deeply.

“Well, shit,” he muttered under his breath.

He knew exactly who the Black Man was, or as he’s more commonly called, Nerekso — one of the strongest avatars of Nyan-Nyan. Alex wearily rubbed his temples, realizing that the situation was only getting worse. At least he had managed to stop the mass sacrifice that could have brought Nerekso into this world.

Odin watched Alex, feeling his own essence slowly fading away.

“Well, finish what you started, Voldigoad,” he said, resigned.

Alex, setting aside thoughts of Nerekso, walked toward Odin, finally deciding to end this chaos. Getting closer, he stomped his foot, and black chains with gray flames erupted from the ground. They coiled around Odin, forcing him to kneel.

Odin felt the chains tearing at his essence. The pain was unbearable, and he could no longer utter a word.

“Brunhilde, this is your chance for revenge. You’ve wanted this for a long time,” Alex said to his ally.

Alex’s silver sword and gauntlets glowed, transforming into Brunhilde. She appeared before Odin, looking at him with anger and hatred. Alex handed her Yamato.

“Here, with this, you can finish the revenge.”

Brunhilde took the katana, her hands trembling with emotion. She looked at Odin, who lifted his tired eyes to her as if he wanted to say something. But Brunhilde gave him no chance.

With a furious swing, she severed the enemy’s head. The head touched the ground and immediately turned to ash, just like the rest of Odin’s body.

When it was over, Brunhilde felt an incredible sense of relief. Her duty was fulfilled, the enemy was destroyed, and the adopted son Siegfried would finally be free. She rushed into Alex’s arms, held him tightly, and kissed him on the lips, not holding back her emotions.

Alex, slightly stunned, smiled. He realized that despite the hardships, he had earned his reward in the end, and it was the right thing to do.

To be continued…

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