In a faraway world, across the vast universe, light-years away from planet Earth, in the realm of the Higher Gods, twelve supreme Gods and Goddesses from twelve pantheons gathered around a round table for a meeting, including Omega Alpha, the apprentice Goddess and overseer of the Council, the manipulator herself. She was the youngest goddess among everyone at the round table. The twelve pantheons consisted of: 1. Greek Mythology, 2. Norse Mythology, 3. Egyptian Mythology, 4. Shenhua Mythology (Chinese Mythology), 5. Musok Mythology (Korean Mythology), 6. Shinto Mythology (Japanese Mythology), 7. Anito Mythology (pre-colonial Philippine Mythology), 8. Mayan Mythology, 9. Hindu Mythology, 10. Buddhist Mythology, 11. Celtic Mythology, and 12. Aztec Mythology.
Zeus, the Supreme God of Greek mythology, stood from his seat and addressed Omega Alpha. "Ms. Omega Alpha, tell me about the progress of the Council," he said.
Omega Alpha nodded respectfully to Zeus. Her voice, though soft, resonated with the authority of a creator. "My lord, the Council continues to observe and guide the evolution of humanity on Earth. They act as a check against the excesses of both order and chaos, ensuring a balance that allows for growth and progress."
"However," she continued, a slight shift in her tone, "I have heard that humanity on Earth is poisoning the planet. Their drastic evolution over the years, their greed and corruption, and the countless wars that humanity causes have damaged the planet."
Odin, the Allfather of Norse mythology, stroked his beard thoughtfully. "And how can you be certain of this, my child?" he said, his voice full of understanding.
Omega Alpha turned to Odin with a polite bow. "My lord, two of the Council members, Ceres Fauna and Nanashi Mumei, reported on the progression of planet Earth itself," she said politely, bowing.
Isis, the Supreme Goddess of Egyptian mythology, her presence as radiant as the sun, spoke with concern, "The mortals' actions have far-reaching implications. If the planet suffers, so too will the balance of the cosmos. What measures are being taken to address this?"
Bathala Maykapal, the Supreme God of the Anito pantheon, calmly said to Omega Alpha, "So the Council is doing its job very well..."
Omega Alpha nodded and spoke. "Indeed lord Bathala, the Council members are all doing their jobs well." She bowed. "The Council has intervened subtly, influencing key individuals and events to steer humanity towards a more sustainable path. Ceres Fauna has fostered a greater understanding of nature, Ouro Kronii is self-guarding time and space, Tsukumo Sana has instilled a sense of cosmic responsibility, Nanashi Mumei ensures the civilizations, and their leader, Hakos Baelz, the embodiment of chaos, is leading them all."
Omega Alpha paused, allowing her words to settle in the heavy air of the round table hall. Each deity present held the weight of their respective pantheons, their decisions carrying cosmic consequences.
Quetzalcoatl, the plumed serpent of Aztec Mythology, broke the silence, his voice a low rumble. "Subtlety, while admirable, may not be enough. Humanity's destructive tendencies are deeply rooted. Are we to simply watch as they consume themselves and the world they inhabit?"
Indra, the king of the gods in Hindu mythology, known for his thunderous temper, slammed his fist on the table. "Enough with the gentle nudges! They require a lesson, a stark reminder of the power they trifle with. Let the storms rage, let the earth tremble, until they learn respect!"
A murmur rippled through the council. Such drastic measures were rarely considered, reserved only for the most dire of circumstances. Buddha, serene and compassionate, raised a hand, silencing the rising voices. "Violence begets violence. A heavy hand will only breed resentment and resistance. We must seek a path of understanding, not destruction."
Odin, the Allfather of Norse mythology, observed the clashing opinions, his mind already formulating a strategy. The fate of Earth hung in the balance, and the decision was not hers alone. She was merely a facilitator, a guide through the labyrinthine complexities of divine will. "I agree with Buddha... I think we should give humanity a second chance to change themselves for the better or worse..." He said with a stoic expression.
Omega Alpha listened intently, her gaze sweeping across the faces of the assembled deities. The weight of their conflicting opinions pressed down on her. She knew she couldn't simply dictate a solution. Her role was to guide them toward a consensus, a path that balanced justice with mercy.
Jade Emperor, the Supreme God of Chinese mythology, also spoke, offering his opinion to his fellow supreme gods and Goddesses. "The wisdom of both sides resonates deeply," He said, his voice calm and measured. "Lord Indra speaks of the need for accountability, for consequences that reflect the gravity of humanity's actions. Yet, Lord Buddha reminds us that destruction is not the answer. A scorched Earth offers no opportunity for growth, no chance for redemption."
Amaterasu, the sun goddess of Shinto Mythology, her face radiating warmth and wisdom, offered her perspective. "We could show them the potential consequences of their actions. Visions of a future ravaged by their greed, a world choked by pollution, societies collapsing under the weight of their own excesses."
Zeus, the King of all Gods in Greek mythology, turned towards Omega Alpha and spoke. "What about you, Miss Omega Alpha? What is your opinion on this matter? Should we destroy Earth or give them another chance?" He asked calmly.
Omega Alpha steepled her fingers, her gaze thoughtful as she considered Zeus's question. The weight of their decision pressed heavily upon her, the fate of an entire world hanging in the balance. "My lords, my ladies," she began, her voice calm and measured, "I believe we must consider the long-term consequences of our actions. Destruction, as Lord Buddha wisely pointed out, is not a solution. It is a finality, a severing of potential."
She paused, allowing her words to sink in before continuing. "However, ignoring the problem is not an option either. Humanity's actions have undeniable repercussions, and allowing them to continue unchecked would be a disservice to the delicate balance of the cosmos."
Omega Alpha turned her gaze towards Amaterasu. "The visions offered by Lady Amaterasu are a potent idea. Showing humanity the potential consequences of their actions could serve as a powerful deterrent, a wake-up call that shakes them from their destructive path."
She then addressed Indra, her voice softening with understanding. "Lord Indra's desire for accountability is just. Humanity must understand the weight of their choices and the impact they have on the world around them. Perhaps a series of carefully calibrated consequences, subtle yet impactful, could serve as a reminder of their responsibilities."
"Therefore," Omega Alpha concluded, her gaze sweeping across the assembled deities, "I propose a middle path. Let us show humanity the potential future they are creating, the devastation they are capable of unleashing. Let us also introduce a series of consequences, subtle yet meaningful, that will nudge them toward a more sustainable path."
She met Zeus's gaze directly, her voice firm. "Let us give them a chance to prove themselves worthy of this world, to show that they are capable of learning from their mistakes and embracing a brighter future. But let us also be prepared to act decisively if they fail to heed the warnings and continue down the path of destruction."
A tense silence filled the round table hall as the deities considered Omega Alpha's proposal. It was a delicate balance, a tightrope walk between mercy and justice. The fate of Earth, for now, remained uncertain, hanging in the balance as the gods weighed their options.
"Very well then, Miss Omega Alpha. I leave the responsibility of planet Earth to you..." Zeus said in an authoritative tone. "I expect results..." Omega Alpha bowed politely at Zeus's words.
Amaterasu, the Sun Goddess of the Shinto pantheon, spoke, her voice gentle but firm. "Now that that is settled, I think we need to discuss IRyS herself."
Huitzilopochtli, the Supreme God of the Aztec pantheon, spoke. "You mean the betrayer..." He said, raising his eyebrows. Amaterasu nodded. "What of her role in this grand design?"
Amaterasu nodded and spoke. "Yes, one of my Kami reported that she created a group named the Myths to destroy the round table, especially the Council." Amaterasu said, frowning.
Shiva, the God of Destruction of Hindu Mythology, spoke. "What the hell are these myths you're talking about..."
Amaterasu answered Shiva's question. "The myths are basically a group of mythical creatures from different pantheons. Amelia Watson formed the Myths with the influence of IRyS herself," She said as she continued. "The group consists of Mori Calliope (Embodiment of Death, and Grim Reaper), Takanashi Kiara (the Phoenix), Ninomae Ina'nis (Priestess of the Ancient Ones), Gawr Gura (the Sea Creature, and Atlantean), and Amelia Watson (the Time-Traveling Detective), the one that formed the Myths."
The round table chamber erupted in a cacophony of voices. The revelation of IRyS's alleged betrayal and the existence of a group dedicated to their destruction sent shockwaves through the gathered deities.
"This is outrageous!" Indra roared, his voice echoing through the hall. "A direct act of defiance! IRyS will face my wrath!"
"Hold, Lord Indra," Zeus commanded, his voice booming with authority. "We must not act rashly. We need to understand IRyS's motives before we pass judgment."
Odin, ever the strategist, stroked his beard thoughtfully. "These 'Myths'... they are powerful beings in their own right. A reaper, a phoenix, an ancient priestess, an Atlantean, and a manipulator of time. IRyS has gathered a formidable force."
"But why?" Isis questioned, her brow furrowed with concern. "What could drive her to betray us to attempt to destroy the Council?"
Omega Alpha remained silent, her mind racing. IRyS had always been a complex figure, a being of both hope and despair. She had sensed a deep conflict within her, a struggle between her divine purpose and a profound sense of disillusionment. Could this be the reason for her actions?
Shiva chuckled at Isis's ignorance and spoke. "Are you stupid? Don't tell me you already forgot what we did to her people. Do you remember that we destroyed the Nephilim race because they were a threat to the balance..." He said. "We also did the same thing to the Sakarians."
"Yes, I remember that," Isis said. "That was the battle between the Sakarians and Nephilim, right, the War of the Ancients... But they posed a threat. Their very existence disrupted the natural order."
"And who are we to decide what is natural and what is not?" Shiva retorted, his eyes blazing with righteous anger. "We, who meddle in the affairs of mortals, who manipulate entire civilizations for our own amusement? We deemed them a threat because they challenged our authority because they possessed power we could not control."
A hush fell over the round table as Shiva's words resonated with uncomfortable truth. The deities shifted in their seats, their gazes averted, as the weight of their past actions settled upon them.
Omega Alpha seized the opportunity to steer the conversation back on track. "Lord Shiva's words are a stark reminder of the potential consequences of our actions," she said, her voice clear and commanding. "But dwelling on the past will not solve the present crisis. We must focus on understanding IRyS's motives and preventing further escalation."
She turned her attention back to Amaterasu. "Lady Amaterasu, do you have any further information regarding IRyS's plans or the intentions of the Myths?"
Amaterasu nodded somberly. "My scouts report that the Myths were somehow meeting someone in the southern forest."
Odin, the Allfather of Norse mythology, spoke. "What do you mean by 'meeting someone,' Lady Amaterasu?"
Amaterasu continued and said, "The person they were meeting is from the Forsaken Monks in the holy grounds. He was somehow meditating in the waterfall. Because the Myths sensed his power, they tried to check on it..." She said in a serious expression. "And not just that, he also has a hairless tail, somewhat resembling a Sakarian."
A collective gasp rippled through the assembled deities. The Sakarians, a race thought to be eradicated, a specter from the ancient wars. Could there be a survivor? And what was a Forsaken Monk doing consorting with such a being, especially with the Myths lurking nearby?
Zeus slammed his fist on the table, his eyes flashing with anger. "A Sakarian? How is this possible? We extinguished their race 469 eons ago! How could someone still manage to survive?"
Amaterasu continued and spoke. "Yes, we did exterminate their race, but somehow two managed to survive..."
Haneullim, Supreme God of the Musok pantheon, spoke. "What do you mean there are two of them that survived?"
Amaterasu continued and said, "The other one that survived was Alex Garcia, or what his Earthing name is. His Sakarian name is Aikon. He was born into a high-class family of royal blood, the son of King Theron and Queen Melonia. Aikon's mother, Queen Melonia, sent him to Earth before the destruction of planet Sakar, and he landed in the holy grounds, where the Forsaken Monks found him and raised him in the monastery."
"The other one is Brian Bautista, or what his Earthing name is. His Sakarian name is Brukon, who, like Alex Garcia, was sent to Earth by his parents as well. He was born into a low-class family; his father, Basaku, was the general of the Sakarian army, and his mother, Parzil, an ordinary Sakarian housewife. Basaku and Parzil sent Brukon to Earth at the same time as Queen Melonia sent Aikon to Earth, where the Hunters Blade Shinobi found him and raised him in their academy."
Bathala Maykapal, from the Anito pantheon, spoke. "How did you know this, Lady Amaterasu..." He said with a stoic expression.
Amaterasu said, "Because I studied the history of those two..." She said to Bathala. "Aikon was a descendant of the lycan species, while Brukon was a descendant of the werewolf species."
Zeus's proposal hung in the air, a bold and unexpected gambit. The deities murmured amongst themselves, weighing the potential benefits and risks of employing a volatile warrior like Brukon.
"The power of a Sakarian God is not to be trifled with," Quetzalcoatl rumbled, his eyes narrowed in contemplation. "But can we truly trust one who revels in destruction? Will he be a weapon we can control, or will he turn against us?"
"That is the question, isn't it?" Odin mused, stroking his beard. "Power is a dangerous tool in the wrong hands. However, a weapon pointed at our enemies is still a weapon in our arsenal. If we can harness Brukon's destructive tendencies and direct them towards our goals, he could prove to be a valuable asset."
Isis, ever compassionate, voiced her concern. "But what of the morality of such an act? Are we not condemning him to a life of violence, perpetuating the very cycle of destruction we claim to oppose?"
Zeus raised a hand, silencing the rising debate. "We are not condemning him, Lady Isis. We are offering him a purpose, a direction for his talents. He is already a mercenary, a killer for hire. By bringing him into our service, we can at least control his actions, guide his rage towards those who threaten the balance of the cosmos."
Zeus turned to Omega Alpha, seeking her opinion. "Omega Alpha, I task you with hiring this Brukon and putting him in the ranks against the Council, to be their sixth member."
"Yes, Lord Zeus," Omega Alpha said, bowing towards him. "I will not fail you."
As the meeting drew to a close, Omega Alpha felt the weight of her responsibilities pressing down on her. The Council, IRyS, the fate of Earth... it was all in her hands. She knew that the choices she made in the coming days would determine the future of not only humanity but also the very fabric of existence.
On a faraway planet, a man named Brian Bautista battled in the skies above Ostrapia, confronting its entire civilization—the Ostrapian race. The Ostrapians possessed green skin, antennae, and plant-like features. Humanoid in appearance, some exhibited slug-like characteristics. Some were taller than average humans, even surpassing the height of Sakarians and Nephilim. While the average height of the Nephilim and Sakarians was around six feet, the average height of Ostrapians was around seven feet. (The Ostrapian race served as inspiration for the Namekian race from Dragon Ball; however, unlike the Namekians, the Ostrapians have two genders: male and female. The male Ostrapians have a masculine appearance, with a muscular physique, while the female Ostrapians have a feminine appearance, with a voluptuous body.)
Brian Bautista, a mercenary for hire known as the Fist of Fury, was a boisterous extrovert with an arrogant but very cold personality—a battle-hungry warrior in his mid-twenties with a wicked heart. He stood approximately 195.58 cm (6'5") tall, and his handsomeness, height, and muscular physique attracted numerous admirers, even humans and aliens. But he cared little about the attention he received, preferring to train every day to hone his skills and become a better version of himself, rather than caring about what women thought of his appearance. He was also obsessed with fighting stronger opponents that could test his ability, but so far, no one had been able to accomplish that. He was also very skillful but dishonorable; a shinobi who fought with reckless abandon, employing dirty tactics, cunning, and thriving on the thrill of combat. He and Alex Garcia had known each other for a long time, and he viewed Alex as his eternal rival.
Brian wore a sleeveless, long, open white coat with blue spiky lines on the edges, reaching almost to his knees, revealing his well-defined muscular torso, six-pack abs, and muscular arms. A large scar ran from his right shoulder to his left waist; he also had an X-shaped scar on his left shoulder and a smaller scar on his left arm. He wore long blue martial arts pants and a long blue headband. His spiky black hair, tan skin, onyx eyes, and thick, defined eyebrows were striking features. A brown, hairy wolf-like tail trailed behind him. White and blue armored gauntlets covered his forearms, and white and blue armored greaves extended from his knees to his ankles and feet. He hailed from the Hunters Blade Shinobi academy in the western Swamps, renowned for their ancient martial arts.
Hired to exterminate the Ostrapians for angering his client's boss, Brian fought on their planet. A ring of energy formed in the sky as he and a male Ostrapian battled. The Ostrapian threw a right punch, but Brian effortlessly dodged it, smirking mockingly. The Ostrapian unleashed a flurry of kicks and punches, but Brian deflected them with ease, maintaining his cocky smirk. He grabbed the Ostrapian's punch and said, "You call that an attack? Pathetic," before delivering a powerful punch to the Ostrapian's abdomen, forcing him to cough up blue blood. Brian then threw him toward the other Ostrapians.
The male Ostrapian wore a dark blue, sleeveless tunic with a deep V-neck, made from a lightweight, possibly cotton-synthetic blend. A wide, light yellow belt cinched the tunic at the waist, appearing to be tightly woven cotton or linen. He wore baggy white cotton pants, gray textured forearm bands, and short tan boots, likely leather or a durable synthetic.
Suddenly, a female Ostrapian dashed behind Brian at incredible speed, swinging her staff. Brian blocked the attack with only his right index finger without even looking, then he slowly turned his head to face the female Ostrapian, his devious grin never disappearing. The female Ostrapian looked terrified, but her expression slowly turned to anger. He then deflected her staff, causing it to bounce back to her hand. Then, he unleashed a devastating flurry of punches and kicks, with the female Ostrapian struggling to defend herself. Brian threw a left jab, which she dodged, followed by a right jab, which she also dodged. Then he unleashed a powerful left hook, which she blocked, but in return she was sent flying by how strong Brian's attack was. With a devious grin, Brian dashed toward her at supersonic speed, appearing before her to deliver a powerful double axe handle punch, sending her crashing to the ground.
The female Ostrapian wore a golden headpiece with three circular jewels, thin ornamental chains, and a dark purple collar adorned with geometric patterns and a circular bronze pendant. Her white tunic featured red and dark red trim and geometric shapes along the borders. A hooded cape in the same color scheme was draped over her shoulders. Golden segmented armor covered her upper arms, dark purple wraps covered her forearms, and a thick braided rope served as a belt over a brown leather belt with a metal buckle and a small pouch. Dark purple pants, matching her collar and arm wraps, completed her attire. She carried a long, dark wooden staff.
Brian turned to face the remaining Ostrapian fighters, a devious grin on his face, taunting them to come at him at the same time. "Who's next?" he said, cracking his knuckles. They guarded themselves, fear evident in their eyes.
The Ostrapians, though fearful, stood their ground, a mix of defiance and desperation in their eyes. They knew their planet was on the line, and despite the overwhelming power of their opponent, they would not surrender. One brave soul, an older Ostrapian man with a weathered face and determined gaze, stepped forward. "We will not yield!" he bellowed, his voice echoing across the battlefield. "We will defend our home, even if it means our lives!"
A surge of energy rippled through the Ostrapians. Their fear seemed to transform into a desperate resolve. They knew they were outmatched, but they would not surrender their home without a fight. With a collective roar, they charged at Brian, each wielding their unique weapons and abilities.
Brian, smirking devilishly, floated in the air above them, his arms folded as he looked down at them. This was the kind of challenge he lived for. He crouched slightly, his muscles coiling like a viper ready to strike. "Come on, then! Show me what you've got!"
The Ostrapians attacked in unison. One launched a barrage of energy blasts, another swung a massive club, while a third unleashed a stream of poisonous spores. Brian moved like a blur, dodging the energy blasts with ease, leaping over the club's sweeping arc, and creating a whirlwind of air around him to disperse the spores, using his chakra.
Brian retaliated with brutal efficiency. He closed the distance to the club-wielding Ostrapian in an instant, delivering a lightning-fast series of jabs to pressure points along his arm, causing the Ostrapian to drop his weapon in agony. Brian then followed up with a spinning heel kick, sending the Ostrapian crashing into his comrades. He then whirled around, facing the Ostrapian who had launched the energy blasts. Brian raised his hands, channeling his chakra into a defensive barrier that absorbed the blasts.
The Ostrapian was shocked; no one had ever been able to withstand his energy attacks before. Brian then stabbed the Ostrapian in the chest with his right hand, as the Ostrapian coughed up some blue blood. He then grinned, tore his heart out of his chest, killing the Ostrapian, his hand full of blue blood. He then threw his dead corpse away and crushed his heart.
The remaining Ostrapians recoiled in horror, their eyes wide with disbelief and terror. The sight of their comrade's still-beating heart being crushed sent a wave of despair through their ranks. Brian, now covered in blue blood, licked his fingers with a sadistic grin.
"Anyone else?" Brian taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "Or have you all finally realized the futility of your worthless struggle, ants?"
A pregnant female Ostrapian stepped forward, her hands clasped over her swollen belly. Tears streamed down her face, but her eyes burned with a fierce determination.
"Please," she pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion. "Stop this madness. We are a peaceful people. We do not deserve this destruction."
Brian paused, his grin faltering slightly. He looked at the pregnant Ostrapian, then at the other terrified faces surrounding him. A flicker of something akin to doubt crossed his eyes, but it was quickly extinguished.
"I don't give a fuck if you're a peaceful race, I came here to kill your asses. And that's exactly what I'm gonna do..." Brian said, pointing his right hand towards her and the rest. A yellow orb formed in the palm of his hand, ready to blast them to oblivion. His expression was somewhat unbothered.
But then, something unexpected happened. Someone shot an energy blast at Brian at point-blank speed, and a smoke covered his entire appearance. But as the smoke disappeared, it revealed him tanking the attack with only a scratch. He then turned his head, facing who shot him.
Standing before the Ostrapians was a tall, muscular figure clad in golden armor. He had long, flowing silver hair and piercing blue eyes that radiated power and authority. A golden halo floated above his head, and his very presence seemed to exude an aura of righteousness.
"Who the fuck are you?" Brian demanded, his voice laced with suspicion.
The golden figure turned to face him, his gaze unwavering. "I am King Valor," he said, his voice resonating with divine power. "King of the Planet Ostrapia, and I will not allow you to slaughter my people."
Brian smirked. "Oh, so you're the fucking King, huh? Good, I hope you're not as weak as your people..." He said mockingly, as he descended to the ground in front of him.
King Valor didn't respond, as he prepared a battle stance to fight. His left arm was raised in front of him, fist clenched tightly, suggesting an offensive stance. His right arm was held slightly back, also with a clenched fist, ready to strike or defend. His right leg was extended forward and slightly bent, providing a stable base. His left leg was drawn back, adding to the sense of movement and balance.
Brian, seeing King Valor's battle stance, grinned slyly, his devious smirk unwavering. He struck his signature aggressive fighting pose: low and slightly crouched, with legs spread wide for balance and stability. His left leg extended forward, foot firmly planted, while his right leg stretched back, ready to spring into action. His body angled, poised to move quickly in any direction. His left arm was raised, partially obscuring his face, with his hand positioned as if to block an attack or prepare a strike. The right arm extended forward, his fist clenched tightly. His expression transformed into a confident, cocky grin. (Drawing inspiration from Vegeta's fighting style)
To be continued.