Chapter 29 — Solomon's True Purpose
So Berial was about to unleash his full wrath, even at the risk of temporal backlash—willing to tear apart their souls and cast them back into their original timeline as hollow husks.
"Don't be hasty, Mr. Berial. These two may not be enemies."
Solomon's calm interjection made Berial frown.
What did he mean by that? On what basis could he say such a thing?
"Isn't that right, Valkyrie of the Norse pantheon—Brünnhilde?"
The human—Solomon—half-closed his eyes and spoke with eerie precision.
Berial had already learned this man's name after being summoned and bound to silence. But now, Solomon had identified the Valkyrie by name.
Brünnhilde's expression shifted—she was shaken. He'd guessed correctly.
Berial felt a chill. How did Solomon know her identity?
And how could he be so certain she wasn't an enemy?
"Miss Brünnhilde, you've been observing me for quite some time, haven't you?"
Again, Brünnhilde reacted. Another hit.
This was getting strange.
Berial had only sensed their presence because they'd gotten too close and made a disturbance.
But Solomon… it was as if he could see through the veil of time itself.
No—more like he had foreknowledge of the future.
"Let me guess your reason for watching me. You intend to oppose the gods, don't you?"
Berial had expected something dramatic. But this was… obvious.
If Solomon already knew she'd been observing him and wasn't hostile, then this conclusion was inevitable.
Then Solomon smiled playfully.
"Ragnarök, isn't it?"
Brünnhilde visibly trembled.
Chapter 29 (continued) — Solomon's True Purpose
Ragnarök?
In the Valhalla Constitution, there was a special clause—Article 62, Section 15: a one-on-one battle between gods and humans. Thirteen gods versus thirteen humans. The final showdown—Ragnarök.
Berial remembered it well. This clause was invoked only when the Valhalla Council, held once every thousand years, declared humanity's extinction.
It was a last resort—a desperate chance for humans to fight for survival.
But it had never been used.
The gods believed humans could never win. It was cosmic law.
So… had this clause finally been activated?
Had the gods declared humanity's end?
Was Brünnhilde searching through seven million years of human history to find champions?
It seemed so.
When Solomon spoke the word "Ragnarök," Brünnhilde was visibly shaken. She even mouthed something—though her voice couldn't cross the temporal barrier.
Berial could guess: "How do you know?"
Solomon's insight stunned Berial. He felt a pressure—an unease.
If Solomon knew about Ragnarök, then he must also know about the Valhalla Council and its extinction verdict.
"Miss Brünnhilde, hmm…"
Solomon closed his eyes.
"You're from the future, aren't you? Not too far ahead… let me see…"
He opened his eyes—eyes that seemed to pierce all of existence.
"You're from three thousand years in the future."
Brünnhilde flinched again. Another bullseye.
Solomon's performance was uncanny—like a god with omniscience.
Berial's belief in Solomon's plan to slay the gods grew stronger.
"So humanity only has three thousand years left? That's… quite a long time."
His tone was leisurely, unconcerned.
Berial blinked. But he wasn't surprised.
Three thousand years was brief for mythic beings.
For humans, it was an eternity.
Solomon, unless he overcame mortality, would be long dead by then.
Still, if Ragnarök was truly coming, Solomon could still play a role.
But Berial suspected Solomon's goal wasn't to save humanity.
His expression darkened.
Everything made sense now.
Solomon's preparations were for slaying the gods on that stage.
Though he was weak now, the Solomon summoned from history would be the culmination of a lifetime.
That Solomon might truly possess the power to kill gods.
Berial felt a chill—as if he were making a deal with a devil.
A devil?
He almost laughed at himself.
He, the King of Hell, thinking Solomon was the devil?
"Miss Brünnhilde, I understand your purpose. You may leave. And please… stop spying on me."
Solomon—White Moon—smiled gently.
She must be terrified.
"Mr. Berial, let them go."
"You're sure, King Solomon?"
It was the first time Berial used a formal title—placing Solomon as his equal.
"Yes."
With Solomon's nod, Berial withdrew his power.
The two translucent figures faded, dissolving into space.
"Brünnhilde…"
The terrifying pressure vanished. Gray looked at her sister, voice trembling with fear and guilt.
If not for her sneeze, they wouldn't have been discovered.
That was Berial, the King of Hell—a god-tier entity.
"We'll take our leave, King Solomon."
Brünnhilde bowed deeply to the elegant man.
She had discovered another terrifying human—one who made her skin crawl.
He knew her identity, her mission, and even the timing of Ragnarök.
It was as if nothing was hidden from him.
Her clothes were soaked in cold sweat.
Though he seemed kind and polite, Brünnhilde felt no emotion from him.
He was like a non-human entity wearing human skin.
He had warned her not to spy further—and she would heed it.
Logout.
Chapter 30 — "Three Thousand Years Later, the Magic Kingdom Will Descend"
Inside the Akasha system.
Seeing the familiar surroundings, Gray—youngest of the Valkyrie sisters—finally relaxed.
Her tense body collapsed, drained of strength.
"Gray, what happened?"
A gentle, melodic voice called out.
Gray turned—and saw a beautiful figure.
Long chestnut hair shimmered. Her features were soft and radiant. Her skin glowed with porcelain clarity.
She had the same graceful curves as Brünnhilde, dressed in a simple, elegant gown.
This was Lantigris, Gray's fourth sister among the thirteen Valkyries.
Her warmth dispelled Gray's lingering fear.
"I'm okay, Sister Lantigris… just got scared."
Lantigris embraced her youngest sister.
She didn't ask what had frightened them—just offered comfort.
She looked at Brünnhilde, whose tense face had finally softened.
"Sister, are you alright?"
Brünnhilde's relentless efforts to stop the gods' extinction verdict had worried Lantigris deeply.
But she would never stop her sister. She would support her wholeheartedly.
The Valkyries were close to humanity. They couldn't stand by and watch its end.
"I'm fine~"
Brünnhilde shook her head.
Now she understood the Supreme Pillar's true intent in entering Akasha.
It had been a deliberate setup—to let her discover Solomon's unique existence.
To ensure she would summon him.
There had been no malice—only guidance.
"Hehehe… hahahahaha!"
Brünnhilde clutched her face and laughed—almost manically.
Her sisters looked worried.
"Sister…"
"Don't worry, I'm really fine. Lantigris… I'm just so happy. I've taken another step toward my goal!"