Location: A Pocket Dimension created by Ajuka Beelzebub
Event: The Gathering of the Gods (Post-Party Ambush)
The peace treaty signing had gone smoothly, mostly because Raiden stood behind Sirzechs and glared at anyone who objected, while eating a turkey leg.
However, as the VIPs were leaving, the sky cracked open.
Purple magical circles covered the horizon.
Loki, the Norse God of Mischief, descended on a flying magical chariot. Beside him stood a beast the size of a mountain - a wolf with chains danging from its neck.
Fenrir, the God-Devouring Wolf.
"Odin!" Loki shouted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You senile old fool! Making peace with Devils and Fallen Angels? You shame Valhalla! I will start Ragnarok right here!"
Odin sighed, rubbing his temple. "This brat again. He never learned when to quit."
Rossweisse, the Valkyrie, stepped forward, trembling but brave. "Loki-sama! Please stand down! Lord Odin has decided—"
"Silence, failure!" Loki sneered. He flicked a finger.
A blast of concentrated Norse magic shot toward Rossweisse.
POW.
The blast didn't hit her.
Raiden swatted it away with the back of his hand like it was a fly. The magic exploded harmlessly in the distance.
"You're interrupting my digestion," Raiden said, walking in front of Rossweisse. He cracked his knuckles.
Loki looked down at Raiden. He sensed the power of the Lucifer Fragment and the Ophis snake inside him.
"Ah, the Glutton," Loki laughed. "I heard of you. The human who thinks he is a monster. Do you think you can eat me? I am a God! My flesh is divine! You cannot digest divinity!"
Raiden looked at Loki with a look of pure disgust.
He sniffed the air.
"You smell like gelled hair and insecurity," Raiden critiqued. "I don't eat trash. It gives me indigestion."
Loki's face twisted in rage. "TRASH?! You dare?!"
Loki summoned a barrage of magic circles.
"Taste the wrath of the Aesir!"
Fire, ice, and curses rained down.
Raiden didn't open his mouth to eat. He didn't use a barrier.
He just walked through it.
His Lucifer-infused aura acted as a repellent. The weak magic fizzled out against his skin.
"Is that it?" Raiden stood five meters away from Loki, who was floating just above the ground.
"Impossible!" Loki panicked. "Fenrir! Kill him!"
The giant wolf growled, preparing to pounce.
"Sit," Raiden said to the wolf. His voice carried the weight of the King of Gluttony.
It was a clash of "Predators."
Fenrir hesitated. For the first time, the wolf looked at a human and saw a bigger mouth.
Raiden turned his attention back to Loki.
"You talk too much about being a God. But you act like a spoiled brat who needs a timeout."
Loki snarled, drawing a magical dagger. "I will mount your head on my—"
Raiden moved.
He didn't use a technique. He didn't use mana.
He used pure, unadulterated physical torque.
Raiden stepped in, planted his feet, twisted his hips, and swung his right hand.
[Skill: The Pimp Hand of the Sovereign]
CRACK-BOOM.
The sound was louder than a thunderclap. It created a sonic boom that shattered all the windows in the pocket dimension.
Raiden's open palm connected with the left side of Loki's face.
Time seemed to slow down.
Loki's eyes rolled into the back of his head.
His jaw unhinged.
His neck twisted to a sickening 180-degree angle, making him look behind himself for a split second.
Then, gravity took over.
Loki didn't just fall. He corkscrewed into the ground.
Spin. Spin. Spin. SLAM.
He hit the earth so hard he bounced, flipped twice, and landed face-first in the dirt, his legs twitching.
Silence.
Absolute silence descended on the battlefield.
Odin dropped his staff.
Rias covered her mouth.
Issei screamed, "HOLY CRAP!"
Raiden looked at his hand. "A bit greasy." He wiped his palm on his pants.
Loki groaned, trying to push himself up. His face was unrecognizable - swollen to three times its size, purple, with a perfect handprint branded onto his skin. His helmet was shattered.
"Muh... my... head..." Loki slurred, spitting out three teeth. "Is... it... still... on?"
"Barely," Raiden answered calmly. "Keep talking, and the next one takes it off."
Fenrir saw his master humiliated. The wolf roared, snapping out of its hesitation.
It lunged at Raiden, its jaws capable of killing Gods.
"Raiden!" Rossweisse screamed. "Fenrir's fangs can pierce anything!"
Raiden didn't slap the wolf. He caught its upper and lower jaws with his hands.
Skid.
Raiden slid back ten meters, digging his heels into the ground, holding the massive wolf's mouth open.
"You want to bite me?" Raiden stared into Fenrir's gullet. "I bite back."
Raiden's eyes glowed purple.
[Gluttony: Aura Devour]
He didn't eat the wolf. He ate the energy holding the wolf's chains.
Gleipnir. The legendary unbreakable chains.
Raiden drained the magic from the collar.
"Go home, dog," Raiden growled, releasing a burst of Conqueror's Haki (or his equivalent Killing Intent).
Fenrir whimpered. The Killing Intent from Raiden felt like looking into a black hole. The wolf tucked its tail between its legs and backed away, leaving the unconscious Loki behind.
With Loki twitching on the ground and Fenrir subdued, Raiden walked over to the stunned Norse delegation.
Odin walked up to Loki, poked him with his staff, and laughed.
"BWAHAHAHA! You slapped him silly! I haven't seen Loki that quiet in a thousand years!"
Odin wiped a tear from his eye.
"Boy, you did me a favor. As promised, take her."
Odin pushed Rossweisse toward Raiden.
The silver-haired Valkyrie stumbled into Raiden's chest. She looked up, her face bright red. She had just watched him casually traumatize a God.
"I... um... I am very frugal!" Rossweisse stammered, trying to sell her good points as if it were a job interview. "I always use coupons! I never waste food! I can manage finances!"
Raiden looked at Runeas.
Runeas sighed, smiling. "We do need someone to manage the household budget. Your food bill is astronomical, Raiden."
Raiden looked back at Rossweisse.
"You're hired. Your job is to make sure I don't go broke buying high-grade meat."
Rossweisse's eyes sparkled. "I won't let you down! I know a place that sells dragon-grade steaks at 40% off on Tuesdays!"
[Rossweisse Recruited]
[Role: Financial Manager / Valkyrie Support]
Just as the battle ended, the sky rumbled with thunder. A massive hammer flew down, landing next to Loki.
A tall man with a beard and lightning aura descended.
Thor.
He looked at his brother, who was face-down in the dirt, twitching.
He looked at Raiden.
"Did you do this?" Thor asked, his voice booming.
Raiden crossed his arms. "He was being noisy. I put him on silent mode."
Thor looked at Loki's swollen face.
Then he smirked.
"Nice shot," Thor said. "He owed me money anyway."
Thor grabbed Loki by the leg and dragged him away.
"We will handle the punishment. Farewell, Strong One."
Thor flew off.
Raiden turned to his group.
"Right. Who's hungry? I worked up an appetite."
Serafall cheered. "Let's go for Ramen! Raiden-chan is paying!"
"Rossweisse is paying," Raiden corrected. "She has coupons."
Rossweisse pumped her fist. "Leave it to me! I have a 'Buy 10 Get 1 Free' voucher!"