Alucard had return to his castle with Carmilla
Which surprisingly didn't look like a Gothic hell.
More like an Actual Medieval castle, which upgrade over the years
They walked in, and passed a chamber.
Alucard stopped. 'Found it'.
Carmilla stopped. "What is it, Alucard?"
Alucard smiled at her. "I will be in my studies, today my love, don't deserve me"
Carmilla nodded. 'Just as I thought, he is already planning like he always does'.
The doors closed behind him with a quiet, heavy thud.
Silence.
Ancient. Comfortable. Familiar.
Alucard stood alone in his study.
And immediately dropped the act.
"…Okay, what the hell is happening."
The smile vanished.
His shoulders relaxed.
He looked around the room like a man who had just woken up in someone else's house.
Books.
Shelves.
Thousands of them.
No—tens of thousands.
The room wasn't a study.
It was a library.
A massive circular chamber stretching upward through multiple levels, connected by black iron staircases and balconies. Candles burned without melting. Dust floated lazily in golden light.
And he knew, instinctively—
He had read every single one of them.
"…I haven't read a single one of these," he whispered.
Ding!
[Correction: The Original Host has read 94.6% of this library]
"…Of course he did."
He rubbed his face.
Behind him, Carmilla watched silently from the doorway.
She leaned against the frame, arms crossed beneath her chest, golden eyes studying him.
He could feel it.
She was observing him.
Analyzing him.
Comparing him.
To the original.
"…You're acting strange," she said softly.
He froze internally.
His body, however, turned toward her smoothly, elegantly, like flowing water.
"Am I?"
His voice was calm.
Controlled.
Perfect.
She narrowed her eyes slightly.
"…You're quieter."
Ding!
[Warning: Behavioral deviation detected]
[Recommendation: Maintain established personality profile]
Internally, he screamed.
'I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE ESTABLISHED PERSONALITY PROFILE IS!'
Externally, he smirked.
"I am thinking."
She stared at him for another few seconds.
Then nodded.
That was acceptable.
Of course he was thinking.
He was always thinking.
Planning.
Calculating.
Preparing.
That was her King.
"…Don't overwork yourself," she said.
And left.
The door closed.
Silence returned.
He immediately collapsed into the nearest chair.
"…That was terrifying."
Ding!
[Emotional honesty detected]
[Refreshing]
"…Shut up."
He looked around the library again.
Then stood.
Walked toward a random shelf.
Pulled a random book.
The cover read:
History of Humanity — Complete Record
"…Oh, this is useful."
He opened it.
And froze.
His eyes began moving.
Fast.
Too fast.
Faster.
Faster.
Pages flipped automatically.
One after another.
After another.
After another.
His hand moved on its own.
Flip.
Flip.
Flip.
Flip.
Flip.
Flip.
Flip.
Flip.
In seconds, he had finished the entire book.
He stood there.
Holding it.
"…What."
Ding!
[Skill Acquired]
[Passive Skill: True Ancestor Cognition]
—Perfect memory retention
—Perfect information processing
—Perfect comprehension
[The Host cannot forget]
He slowly lowered the book.
"…Oh."
He knew everything in it.
Every war.
Every king.
Every empire.
Every invention.
Every death.
Every mistake humanity had ever made.
All of it.
Inside his head.
"…That is broken."
Ding!
[Correct]
He looked at his hand.
"…Okay."
He reached for another book.
This one read:
The Gods — Divine Records
Flip.
Flip.
Flip.
Flip.
Flip.
Done.
He now knew Zeus.
Odin.
Shiva.
Thor.
Their histories.
Their personalities.
Their victories.
Their defeats.
Their weaknesses.
"…Oh, Brunhilde, you insane woman," he whispered.
Brunhilde had started Ragnarok.
Against these monsters.
And invited him.
Him.
A walking cheat code.
He leaned back in his chair.
And began laughing.
Quietly at first.
Then louder.
Then louder.
"…This is hilarious."
Ding!
[Host emotional state: Amusement]
He looked at the ceiling.
"…System."
Ding!
[Yes]
"…Am I cheating?"
Pause.
Ding!
[Answer: Yes]
He smiled.
Sharp.
Predatory.
Ancient.
"…Good."
Alucard spoke in his mind. 'So, why did I or Past I come too the meeting of the gods?'.
Ding!
[Brunhilde Invited you in secret, that's why the other Gods didn't know]
[Also because you where board]
Alucard froze.
"…What."
He blinked once.
Twice.
'She what.'
Ding!
[Correction: Brunhilde initiated secret contact 3 days prior to the Council Assembly]
His fingers slowly tapped the armrest of the chair.
Calm outside.
Absolute chaos inside.
'…Explain.'
Ding!
[Displaying Host Memory Fragment]
The world shifted.
Not physically.
Mentally.
Like watching a memory through someone else's eyes.
---
Night.
His castle.
The balcony.
Moonlight covered the stone in silver.
And there he was.
Not him.
The other him.
The original.
The true King.
Alucard stood at the edge, looking down at the world like it belonged to him.
Because it did.
He smiled.
"…You can come out now, Valkyrie."
From the shadows behind him—
She appeared.
Brunhilde stepped forward.
She did not bow.
She did not kneel.
She simply stood beside him.
Equal.
Dangerous.
Desperate.
"…You already knew I was here," she said.
"Of course."
His voice was calm.
Amused.
Ancient.
"…You didn't come to kill me," he continued.
"…No."
"…You didn't come to threaten me."
"…No."
"…You came to ask."
She said nothing.
That was answer enough.
He turned his head slightly.
Red eyes met green.
"…Ragnarok."
Her eyes widened.
"…Yes."
He chuckled.
Low.
Soft.
Terrifying.
"…And you want me to fight for humanity."
She did not lie.
"…Yes."
Silence.
Wind moved her hair.
He looked back at the moon.
"…Tell me, Valkyrie."
His smile widened.
"…Why would I help cattle avoid slaughter?"
She answered immediately.
"Because you are bored."
Silence.
Then—
He laughed.
Not polite laughter.
Not fake laughter.
Real laughter.
Because she understood him.
"…Correct."
He turned toward her fully now.
Eyes glowing faintly.
"…I have ruled."
"…I have conquered."
"…I have killed."
"…I have slept."
"…I have awakened."
"…And I have done it all again."
He stepped closer.
She did not move.
"…Nothing surprises me anymore."
He leaned slightly toward her.
"…Until now."
"Gods versus Humans."
He smiled.
Sharp.
Hungry.
Interested.
"…Gods who believe they cannot die."
His eyes gleamed.
"…I would very much enjoy proving them wrong."
Brunhilde spoke.
"…Then you accept?"
He raised one finger.
"…On one condition."
She waited.
"…I enter as humanity's trump card."
"…Not your pawn."
"…Not your servant."
"…Not your weapon."
His smile widened.
"…Your ally."
She nodded.
"…Agreed."
He chuckled.
"…This will be fun."
Memory ended.
---
Alucard returned to himself.
Back in the chair.
Back in the library.
Back in the present.
"…Oh."
He leaned back slowly.
'…Past me was insane.'
Ding!
[Correction: Past Host was bored]
"…That is worse."
He stared at the ceiling.
"…He joined Ragnarok…"
Pause.
"…For entertainment."
Ding!
[Correct]
He covered his face.
And started laughing.
"…I am going to die."
Pause.
Ding!
[Correction: You cannot die]
He lowered his hand.
"…Right."
He smiled.
Slowly.
Dangerously.
"…This is going to be fun."
Alucard leaned back deeper into the ancient chair, the wood creaking slightly beneath his weight.
"So," he said calmly, fingers steepled beneath his chin, "back to Brunhilde. Why did she act like she didn't trust me?"
Ding!
[She was acting. She did not know who among the Gods was a spy.]
Pause.
[Also, she genuinely does not trust you.]
Alucard nodded once.
"Fair enough."
A faint smile crossed his lips.
"I did almost destroy humanity in seven days."
Silence filled the library.
Ancient books watched from their shelves like silent witnesses.
Then—
He froze.
His smile faded slightly.
"…How did I know that?"
Ding!
[Host Memory Restoration progressing: 17%]
Fragments flickered at the edge of his mind.
Cities burning.
Armies breaking.
Blood turning rivers black.
And himself—
Walking.
Unopposed.
Unchallenged.
Unstoppable.
He exhaled slowly.
"…I see."
He adjusted his posture.
"Alright. So she doesn't trust me because of my nature… and because of the risk."
Ding!
[Correct]
He tapped the armrest.
"But that isn't the only reason, is it?"
Ding!
[Correct]
[She did not expect the Council vote to be a tie.]
[She did not expect Lucifer to suggest Ragnarok.]
[And she did not expect you to volunteer to fight all twelve Gods.]
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Alucard blinked.
Once.
"…I what?"
Ding!
[You declared willingness to fight the entire roster alone.]
He stared forward.
Then he laughed.
Low.
Amused.
Dangerous.
"…Past me was truly unwell."
Ding!
[Correction: Past Host was confident.]
"That is not better."
He exhaled.
"Her original plan."
Pause.
"…Was for me to fight Zeus, wasn't it?"
Ding!
[Correct]
The air itself seemed to grow heavier.
The name carried weight.
Zeus
King of the Greek Gods.
The one even other Gods feared.
Alucard smiled wider.
"…She really is insane."
He approved.
Then he leaned forward.
Eyes sharp now.
Focused.
"Alright. Let's review."
His fingers tapped once.
"This Record of Ragnarok world…"
Pause.
"…is myth accurate."
Ding!
[Correct]
He began listing them.
"Hades kidnapped Persephone and does not care about Olympus laws."
[Correct]
"Heracles is truly Zeus's bastard son."
[Correct]
"Sun Wukong is not a title."
Pause.
"He is literally a monkey."
[Correct]
Alucard smiled faintly.
"Good."
He liked monsters.
"Buddha is still himself…"
Pause.
"…but possesses his full mythological authority."
Ding!
[Correct]
That one was dangerous.
Very dangerous.
"Hermes is not a polite servant."
Pause.
"He is a trickster."
Ding!
[Correct]
Alucard leaned back again.
"Good."
That meant deception.
That meant unpredictability.
That meant entertainment.
Then—
Ding!
[Additional clarification: On humanity's side.]
Alucard's eyes narrowed slightly.
"There is a true Ragnarok."
Pause.
"The end of everything."
Pause.
"…And even the Norse Gods fear it."
Ding!
[Correct]
The temperature in the room seemed to drop.
Even the air respected that truth.
Because Ragnarok was not a game.
Not a tournament.
Not a spectacle.
It was extinction.
Even for Gods.
Alucard smiled.
Slowly.
Hungrily.
"…Good."
He stood from the chair.
The castle itself seemed to acknowledge the movement of its king.
Footsteps echoed across the stone floor.
"So the Gods are not pretending to be monsters."
Pause.
"They truly are monsters."
Ding!
[Correct]
His smile widened.
"…Perfect."
He began walking toward the deeper sections of the library.
Toward older knowledge.
Toward forbidden knowledge.
Toward preparation.
Because now he understood.
This was not a performance.
This was not theater.
This was war.
And war—
Was the one thing he had always loved.
Ding!
[Memory Restoration: 19%]
A new fragment surfaced.
A voice.
Ancient.
Wrathful.
Amused.
"Come then, creature."
"Enter my arena."
"Enter my time."
"Enter my eternity."
Alucard stopped walking.
His smile widened into something feral.
"…Zeus."
He whispered the name like a promise.
"…I look forward to meeting you again."
The halls of Valhalla echoed with laughter.
Not polite laughter.
Not amused laughter.
But the kind reserved for prey that believed itself a predator.
A tall God stepped forward from the assembly.
His form was wrong.
His body was humanoid, muscular, divine—but his head was that of a serpent. Scales of emerald and black shimmered under the golden light, eyes slit with ancient malice.
His tongue flicked once.
"Twelve?" he hissed, voice smooth and venomous. "We will only need one God to kill that bloodsucker."
More laughter followed.
Agreement.
Mockery.
Arrogance.
Then—
A hand rose.
The laughter quieted.
All eyes turned.
A warrior stood from his throne.
Blond hair like sunlight.
A body sculpted for war itself.
Golden armor wrapped around him, etched with symbols of conquest, empire, and annihilation.
His presence was heavy.
Ancient.
Violent.
"I will fight him."
His voice was calm.
Certain.
"I, Mars, accept this battle."
The name echoed.
Mars.
The Roman God of War.
A murmur spread across the chamber.
Some amused.
Some curious.
Some disappointed.
Then—
A laugh cut through all of it.
Deep.
Wild.
Unrestrained.
Zeus leaned forward on his throne, muscles flexing beneath ancient skin, eyes gleaming with amusement.
"My son…"
His grin widened.
"…really?"
The pressure in the room increased.
Gods fell silent.
Even monsters listened.
"Very well."
He waved his hand lazily.
"You may try."
The warrior did not flinch.
He looked directly at Zeus.
"Correction, father."
His eyes glowed faintly.
"I am currently in my Roman Aspect."
The air shifted.
Subtle.
But noticeable.
"I am Mars."
Pause.
"But I will answer to Ares."
A ripple of recognition spread through the hall.
Ares.
The Greek God of War.
The Roman God of War.
Two names.
One existence.
One embodiment of violence.
Zeus leaned back, grin widening further.
His eyes sparkled—not with concern.
But anticipation.
"Yes…"
He chuckled.
"…that will do nicely."
From the shadows, another voice spoke.
Calm.
Observant.
Dangerous.
Hermes stepped forward slightly, hands behind his back.
"Father."
He tilted his head.
"Are you certain?"
His eyes flicked toward Ares.
"…This opponent is not ordinary."
Zeus laughed again.
Louder.
Harder.
More genuine.
"Exactly."
He leaned forward.
Eyes wild.
Excited.
"I want to see."
Pause.
"…how long he survives."
The serpent-headed God chuckled darkly.
"He will die screaming."
Ares—Mars—said nothing.
He simply turned.
And began walking toward the exit.
Each step heavy.
Certain.
Final.
Because in his mind—
This was already over.
Back in his castle—
Alucard paused mid-step.
Ding!
[Opponent Selected]
[Round 1 Opponent: Ares (Roman Aspect: Mars)]
Alucard blinked.
Then smiled.
"…The God of War?"
His grin widened into something monstrous.
"…How generous."
To be continued
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