It had finally come.
Ragnarok.
The tournament that would decide the fate of humanity.
Across the entire world, humans watched.
In churches.
In temples.
In homes.
In the streets.
Some prayed.
Some cried.
Some denied it.
Some stared silently at the sky, hoping this was all a dream.
They had learned the truth only yesterday.
Their gods were real.
And many of those same gods had voted for their extinction.
Now their fate rested on a single man.
A man most of them had never heard of.
And that terrified them more than anything.
On the gods' side…
They were relaxed.
Laughing.
Drinking.
Talking.
To them, this was entertainment.
A tall god stood with his arms crossed.
His sharp eyes watched the arena carefully.
His jackal-headed crown gleamed under the divine light.
Anubis clicked his tongue.
"I say… you should all take this seriously."
No one listened.
Some gods smirked.
Some ignored him entirely.
Amaterasu stood nearby, arms folded inside her kimono.
"They won't," she said calmly.
Anubis frowned.
His sharp nails tapped against his arm.
"...Then the first round will teach them."
---
On humanity's side…
Brunhilde stood at the front.
Watching.
Calculating.
Waiting.
Beside her stood Goll.
The youngest Valkyrie.
She gripped her sleeve nervously.
"S-Sister…"
Her aqua eyes scanned the human crowd.
"They're terrified…"
Brunhilde didn't answer immediately.
Because Goll was right.
Humans were praying.
Begging.
Hoping.
Some called Zeus.
Some called Shiva.
Some called Amaterasu.
Some called gods that had already voted to erase them.
Brunhilde finally spoke.
"Of course they are."
Her voice was calm.
Cold.
"They learned yesterday that gods exist."
She paused.
"And today they learned those same gods want them dead."
Goll swallowed.
Her voice trembled.
"Some are still praying…"
Brunhilde followed her gaze.
"Yes."
She pointed slightly.
"The one on the right believes in the Japanese pantheon."
"They stand with humanity."
She shifted her finger.
"The one on the left believes in the Chinese pantheon."
"They are divided."
Another shift.
"The ones from India… are also divided."
Goll's face paled.
"So… humanity's own gods might fight against them?"
"Yes."
Goll looked down.
"...That's horrible."
A soft chuckle came from behind them.
Lucifer.
"Yes," he said.
"It is."
He smiled faintly.
"But it is also honest."
---
Meanwhile…
In the arena.
A small figure stood at the center.
He raised a horn.
His cloak fluttered dramatically.
His voice exploded across the arena.
"BEHOLD!"
Heimdall.
Or rather…
One of his puppets.
The real Heimdall remained in Asgard.
Watching.
Guarding.
Controlling.
This one existed for spectacle.
And spectacle he delivered.
"The gods descend upon the unworthy!"
His voice echoed across heaven and earth.
"No human—no mortal filth—has ever surpassed the divine!"
He raised his horn higher.
"The heavens are eternal!"
"Unbreakable!"
"Prepare to witness true supremacy!"
Silence.
Half a second.
Then—
"BULLSHIT!"
Heimdall froze.
Slowly turning.
Heracles stood there.
Arms crossed.
Looking unimpressed.
"What do you call me then?"
His voice was calm.
"I completed the Twelve Labors."
"I held the sky itself."
"And I became a god."
Cu Chulainn laughed loudly.
"Or me!"
He grinned wildly.
"I killed a god after I died!"
Perseus smirked.
"Tell that to the sea monster."
He tapped his armor.
"It's mine now."
Arjuna folded his arms.
"The Mahabharata is full of humans who rivaled gods."
Sasaki laughed softly.
"And Arthur Pendragon."
More murmurs spread.
More examples.
More contradictions.
Heimdall panicked slightly.
His puppet face twitched.
He coughed.
"I was being dramatic."
The arena went quiet again.
Then—
He smiled.
Because none of that mattered now.
He raised his horn again.
His voice booming louder than ever before.
"THE FIRST ROUND OF RAGNAROK BEGINS!"
The ground trembled.
The sky darkened.
The gates began to open.
And somewhere…
In the shadows…
A vampire smiled.
Heimdall raised his arm.
"BEGIN ROUND ONE OF RAGNAROK!"
The horn roared across Heaven and Earth.
On the right side, Ares stepped forward.
His armor shined like the sun. Golden ichor ran through his veins. The God of War stood tall, confident, exactly as expected.
The gods watched calmly.
This was normal.
This was planned.
Then—
A chuckle echoed across the arena.
Low.
Calm.
Amused.
Not loud.
But everyone heard it.
Boots stepped onto the arena floor.
A tall man walked forward, Black coat flowing behind him.
Red eyes.
Relaxed posture.
Like he was taking a walk, not entering a battle against a god.
He stopped.
"My name is Alucard."
Silence fell over the human side.
Not the gods.
The humans.
A woman covered her mouth.
"...Alucard?"
A soldier froze.
"No… that's not possible…"
A priest began praying faster.
"The King of Vampires…"
A scientist stared in disbelief.
"He's real…"
Fear.
Confusion.
Disbelief.
Hope.
All at once.
On the gods' side, the reaction was different.
Hermes crossed his arms.
"So he came."
Shiva smirked.
"Of course he did."
Anubis leaned forward slightly.
"I was wondering if he would run."
He didn't.
Of course he didn't.
That would not be Alucard.
Ares looked at him directly.
No fear.
No hesitation.
Only focus.
"So."
Ares lifted his sword.
"You came to die."
Alucard smiled.
Calm.
Confident.
Ancient.
Alucard:
"Eventually."
Internally—
'Alright.'
'I have no idea what I am doing.'
Ding!
[Correct.]
'You are not helping.'
High above, Brunhilde watched silently.
Beside her, Goll trembled.
"S-Sister… that's not a human…"
Brunhilde did not look away.
"I know."
Lucifer chuckled softly beside them.
"This is why I voted yes."
Back in the arena—
Ares raised his divine aura.
The ground cracked.
The air shook.
Pure godly power.
Alucard did not move.
He just stood there.
Watching.
Learning.
Pretending.
Ding!
[Opponent detected: Ares]
[Status: God]
[Threat level: Manageable]
'Manageable?!'
'He is literally the God of War!'
[Correct.]
'Alright good talk.'
Alucard slowly reached behind his back.
His hand touched the sword.
Darkness Eater.
His fingers moved naturally.
Muscle memory.
Not his memory.
The body's memory.
He rested the sword on his shoulder.
Relaxed.
Unbothered.
Like he had done this a thousand times.
Because he had.
Even if he didn't remember it yet.
Ares narrowed his eyes.
"Show me, vampire."
Alucard smiled wider.
Externally—
A king ready for war.
Internally—
'I am going to wing this.'
Ding!
[As usual.]
Ares vanished.
He did not run.
He did not step.
He simply appeared in front of Alucard.
His spear shot forward.
A single, perfect thrust meant to pierce the heart.
Too fast for humans to see.
Too fast for humans to think.
But—
Alucard's body moved.
Not his mind.
His body.
Darkness Eater was already in his hand.
CLANK!
The spear stopped inches from his chest.
The impact cracked the arena floor beneath his feet.
Shock ran through Ares' eyes.
Not because the attack was blocked.
Because of how easily it was blocked.
Alucard blinked.
'Oh.'
'I did that.'
Ares did not stop.
He pulled back and thrust again.
CLANK!
CLANK!
CLANK!
Each strike faster.
Each strike stronger.
Each strike able to kill armies.
Each one—
Blocked.
Effortlessly.
Like Alucard had done this a million times.
Because he had.
He just didn't remember.
Sparks filled the air.
The sound of metal echoed like thunder.
And slowly—
Ares' feet began to slide backward.
Not Alucard.
Ares.
The God of War was being pushed back.
Ares narrowed his eyes.
Impossible.
This vampire was not even using divine power.
Only physical strength.
---
Ding!
[Synchronization Rate: 4% → 6%]
Alucard glanced at the screen.
'Oh it's moving.'
He blocked another strike without looking.
CLANK!
Ding!
[Muscle Memory Integration: 60%]
'Alright that sounds important.'
Ares attacked again.
Faster.
Harder.
Angrier.
Alucard's arm moved on its own.
Perfect angle.
Perfect timing.
Perfect defense.
Like instinct.
Like breathing.
'Alright body.'
'You got this.'
'Please keep having this.'
---
In the stands, Hermes spoke quietly.
"...He hasn't used any abilities."
Shiva stopped smiling.
"That's pure skill."
Anubis leaned forward.
"Not learned."
"Remembered."
---
Ares jumped back, creating distance.
He stared at Alucard.
Now serious.
Now cautious.
Now aware.
This was not prey.
This was something else.
Something old.
Something dangerous.
Alucard rested Darkness Eater on his shoulder.
Relaxed.
Calm.
Composed.
Inside—
'I am winning.'
Pause.
'I am winning?!'
Ding!
[Correct.]
'Alright, do not ruin this.'
Ares lunged again.
Alucard moved first.
Darkness Eater swung in a clean arc.
CLANG!
The force alone blew Ares backward.
The God of War slid across the arena floor, boots carving deep trenches into divine stone.
Before Ares could recover—
Alucard stepped forward.
Fast.
Too fast.
His fist drove into Ares' solar plexus.
THUD!
The sound echoed across the entire arena.
Not metal.
Not divine power.
Just raw physical strength.
Ares' eyes widened.
The air left his lungs.
His body lifted off the ground—
—and crashed into the arena wall.
BOOM!
Stone shattered.
Dust exploded outward.
Ares hit the ground hard.
For a moment—
He did not move.
Alucard stood still.
His arm was still extended.
He slowly lowered it.
Internally—
'Ok.'
'What is my strength stat?'
Ding!
[Strength Stat: A++++]
Pause.
'Alright.'
Pause.
'That seems illegal.'
Ding!
[You are Alucard.]
'Fair enough.'
Ares pushed himself up.
His armor was cracked.
His breathing heavier.
Not injured badly.
But shaken.
Alucard appeared in front of him.
No warning.
No sound.
He kicked him.
Ares' body flew sideways like a ragdoll.
BOOM!
He hit the arena floor again, stone breaking beneath him.
The human side was silent.
A man whispered—
"...He hit a god…"
Another said—
"And the god flew…"
Hope.
Tiny.
Fragile.
But real.
On the gods' side, the mood changed.
Hermes stopped smiling.
"...That was not divine strength."
Shiva's eyes narrowed.
"That was physical strength."
Anubis spoke quietly.
"A vampire… overpowering a war god."
Ares slowly stood up again.
This time—
He was angry.
Not arrogant.
Not amused.
Angry.
Golden ichor dripped from his mouth.
He wiped it.
And smiled.
Not mockery.
Respect.
"Good."
He lifted his spear.
"Finally."
"A real fight."
Alucard smiled back.
Externally—
Calm.
Confident.
Ancient.
Internally—
'Oh good.'
'He is motivated.'
'That sounds like my problem.'
Ding!
[Correct.]
Ares moved again, Alucard moved.
Alucard moved away from Ares spear.
He hit him hard, as Ares was sent back flying.
Ares crashed into the shattered marble, divine ichor spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Not red.
Gold.
Thick.
Heavy.
Alive.
Alucard didn't advance immediately.
He watched.
Observed.
Analyzed.
His crimson eyes narrowed slightly as the golden liquid dripped from Ares' lips onto the arena floor.
It did not behave like human blood.
It resisted gravity.
It moved slower.
Denser.
As if it possessed authority.
Alucard tilted his head.
'So this is divine ichor.'
Not mystical thinking.
Not instinct.
Data.
Observation.
Conclusion.
---
Ding!
[Analyzing foreign biological substance…]
[Substance identified: Divine Ichor]
[Properties observed:]
— High energy density
— Authority-based composition
— Superior vitality carrier
— Contains essence imprint of host
[Conclusion: Compatible with Blood Authority System]
---
Alucard's grin widened slightly.
Not from excitement.
From understanding.
"Blood," he muttered quietly.
"Is just information."
Ares coughed again, more ichor spilling.
Alucard watched how it flowed.
How it resisted.
How it obeyed Ares.
Not physically.
Conceptually.
It obeyed because it belonged to him.
Because it recognized him as its master.
Alucard's eyes sharpened.
'Then the principle is simple.'
He raised his hand.
A tiny drop of Ares' ichor floated in the air between them.
The gods watching leaned forward.
They knew.
This was not normal.
This was not imitation.
This was comprehension.
---
Ding!
[Observation complete]
[Core Principle Understood:]
Blood responds to Authority.
Authority can be claimed.
Authority can be overwritten.
Authority can be dominated.
---
Ding!
[Skill available for acquisition
Blood Control
Condition: Understanding blood as a system ✔
Condition: Exposure to divine ichor ✔
Condition: Possession of Blood Authority Core ✔]
[Acquiring skill…]
Ares' eyes widened.
He felt it.
Something was touching his ichor.
Not physically.
Conceptually.
Like fingers wrapping around the very idea of his blood.
Ares growled and forced himself up.
"What are you doing."
Alucard didn't answer.
His eyes were calm.
Cold.
Logical.
---
Ding!
[Blood Control acquired
Rank A+
Effects:
— Control own blood absolutely
— Influence foreign blood with sufficient authority
— Absorb information through blood contact
— Blood can be weaponized]
---
The floating drop of ichor trembled.
Then—
It moved.
Not toward Ares.
Toward Alucard.
The arena fell silent.
The gods' expressions changed.
Not shock.
Recognition.
They knew exactly what this meant.
Ares felt it immediately.
His authority was being challenged.
Overwritten.
Not by strength.
By understanding.
Ares roared and lunged forward.
Alucard stepped forward to meet him.
This time—
He wasn't just fighting Ares' body.
He was fighting his blood.
And winning.
Alucard smiled.
Not like a madman.
Like a scientist whose theory had just been proven correct.
Alucard walked up too Ares. "Tell me god of war, what runs though Vains?"
Ares looked at him. "Divine Ichor"
He drives his hand straight into Ares's chest with a wet crunch.
The sound it made was not loud.
Not dramatic.
Just—
Wet.
Crunch.
Ares froze.
His body did not understand what had happened yet.
Alucard's arm was buried to the wrist inside his chest, fingers wrapped firmly around the divine heart that had beaten for eons.
Golden ichor sprayed outward in slow arcs, each drop glowing like liquid sunlight as it splashed across marble and steel.
Ares' eyes widened.
Not in rage.
In disbelief.
His mouth opened to roar—
Nothing came out.
His blood was no longer listening to him.
It was listening to something else.
Someone else.
Alucard leaned closer, his lips near Ares' ear, his voice calm.
Cold.
Certain.
"Which is blood."
He tightened his grip slightly.
Ares' body convulsed.
"Golden blood…"
His fingers dug deeper into the divine muscle, feeling its strength, its resistance, its authority.
"…but still blood."
He squeezed.
The heart burst.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
It ruptured in his hand, exploding into a torrent of divine ichor that surged violently up his arm, wrapping around him like a living thing desperate for a new master.
Ares' body spasmed once.
Twice.
Then stopped.
His armor began to crack.
Not from impact.
From abandonment.
Divinity itself was leaving him.
His golden glow faded.
His authority dissolved.
His existence collapsed inward like a dying star.
Alucard slowly pulled his hand free from the hollow cavity that had once contained the God of War.
Golden ichor dripped down his fingers.
Alive.
Obedient.
He raised his hand and calmly dragged his tongue across one finger, tasting it.
His eyes flickered.
Processing.
Understanding.
Claiming.
---
Ding!
[Divine Ichor Absorption Complete]
[+2,400 Blood Points]
[New Resource Unlocked: Divine Blood]
---
Ding!
[Restraint Level 2 Unlocked]
[Physical Output Limit Increased]
[Synchronization Rate Cap Raised: 12% → 18%]
[Muscle Memory Integration Increased]
---
Ding!
[Authority Detected: War Domain]
[Authority Status: Owner Deceased]
[Attempting Assimilation…]
[Assimilation Successful]
---
Ding!
[New Authority Acquired: War Domain (Partial)]
Effects:
— Increased combat adaptability
— Enhanced battle prediction
— Improved efficiency during combat
— Growth rate increases while fighting
Note: Authority incomplete. Additional War-aligned entities required for full restoration.
---
And then—
A final message appeared.
Different.
Older.
Almost amused.
---
Ding!
[You have devoured a War God.]
[Dominance confirmed.]
[Evaluation: Acceptable.]
[It has been centuries since a vessel demonstrated this level of audacity.]
---
Silence filled the arena.
Not cheering.
Not screaming.
Silence.
The gods stared.
Not in anger.
Not yet.
In realization.
This was not a human who had defeated a god.
This was something else.
Something worse.
Something that did not simply kill gods.
Something that consumed them.
Below, the human audience didn't fully understand what they had witnessed.
But they felt it.
Hope.
For the first time since Ragnarok began—
Hope was winning.
Alucard stood alone in the arena, golden ichor evaporating from his skin like mist.
Above him, the throne of war was empty.
And he had taken a piece of it for himself.
Alucard looked at his hand. 'Holy shit, I did that'.
Ding!
[Yes Host]
Alucard cool down. "Gods, bring me my next Challenger".
The Gods froze
Silence.
Not worried silence.
But awkward silence
Zeus spoke. "Um yeah... We don't have the other 11 God's picked".
Alucard stared at him.
Blinking once.
Twice.
His brain needed a moment to process the words.
"…You didn't pick them?"
Across the arena, seated upon his throne, Zeus rubbed the back of his head.
He actually looked embarrassed.
"Well… no."
The King of the Gods gestured vaguely toward the empty divine side.
"We expected Ares to handle it."
Silence.
Deep.
Heavy.
Absurd silence.
In the center of the arena stood Alucard.
Covered in the fading remnants of divine ichor.
Having just killed one of their own.
And they hadn't even prepared the rest.
Alucard slowly lowered his hand.
'Holy shit.'
Ding!
[Yes Host]
He exhaled.
Not from exhaustion.
From disbelief.
"…You announced Ragnarok."
His voice echoed across the entire coliseum.
"…and only brought one fighter?"
Zeus shrugged.
"We were confident."
Somewhere behind him, several gods avoided eye contact.
One coughed.
Another pretended to be deeply interested in the architecture.
One quietly stood up and began leaving.
Alucard stared at them.
Then facepalmed.
Not in fear.
Not in stress.
In disappointment.
"You're telling me," he said slowly, "you started the apocalypse…"
"…without a roster?"
Zeus smiled sheepishly.
"Well, when you say it like that…"
On the human side, confusion began spreading.
They had expected fury.
Retaliation.
Immediate escalation.
Instead—
The gods were scrambling.
Whispers spread among the divine audience.
"They didn't prepare?"
"Ares lost?"
"He died that fast?"
"This wasn't supposed to happen."
High above, Brunhilde's lips slowly curled into a smile.
Not surprise.
Vindication.
Meanwhile, Heimdall stood frozen with Gjallarhorn still in hand.
He awkwardly looked between the empty divine gate…
…and Alucard.
"…Uh…"
He cleared his throat.
"Winner of Round One…"
He hesitated.
Because he had never imagined needing to say it first.
"…Humanity."
The word echoed.
And for the first time—
The gods did not celebrate.
They panicked.
To be continued
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