Kays Translations
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Chapter 92: The Rules of This World
“We’ve arrived.”
Odin’s airship Valhalla came into view.
Ten thousand KOGs surrounded the ship, ensuring there was no escape for Lord.
And before them lay the imperial capital—Valhalla.
A city lined with massive buildings, with the immense Valhalla Castle towering at its center like an ancient fortress.
They were still at some distance; it was barely visible to the naked eye.
“How is it, Lielbelt?”
“He’s still in his room issuing commands. Then, Odin-sama—awaiting your orders.”
“Very well. Activate Divine Lightning—prepare for deployment.”
“Understood!”
Energy began charging.
At that moment, a transmission was directed to Odin.
The floating airship Zeus received a broadcast meant for all of the Asgardian army.
The sender—
“Brother! What are you planning to do?!”
“…Lord. Why so panicked? Have you already sensed your defeat?”
The display showed a familiar scene.
Lord, standing in what used to be Odin’s room—the military’s central command.
Having realized that Zeus had approached and Valhalla was under siege, Lord had sent an emergency message.
His voice was filled with urgency.
“You’re making a mistake!”
“Me? No, you’re the one who’s mistaken, Lord. The world needs a ruler.”
“Are you trying to become a god?”
“That’s right. I will become a god—for this world of livestock. A god so that we, the chosen ones, the Asgardians, may rule this world.”
“Humanity can still come to understand each other—there is hope.”
“Empty dreams… If you believe that, then try to stop me. Become a corpse in the attempt.”
Odin stood from the throne in Zeus’s command room and gave the order:
To fire Divine Lightning, the most powerful energy cannon aboard the ship—an attack so devastating it could turn entire cities to ash.
All to kill just one man.
With a single word:
“Fire.”
The activation lever was pushed, and energy surged.
Red light gathered at Zeus’s turret, sparkling with luminous particles.
Countless Asgardians in the imperial capital looked to the sky.
It was still broad daylight—yet the sky glowed red, like a sunset.
Then—
Everyone in the capital immediately covered their ears.
A piercing sound echoed through the world as the energy cannon fired—a crimson flash struck the heart of the capital.
“Wh-What was that?! Lightning? A bombing?!”
The citizens panicked, scanning their surroundings.
Had a massive bomb been dropped?
Then they saw it.
“H-Hey… over there… that’s…”
It was unbelievable.
“The military’s… central command… it’s gone…”
“Wasn’t Lord commanding from there…?”
It wasn’t just destroyed or burned—it had vanished.
A massive crater remained where the building once stood, stretching deep into the earth.
The heat had even melted the surrounding soil.
The central command had been annihilated. And Lord along with it.
“Direct hit. The central command… has been obliterated. And—”
The image feed showed nothing but static.
The transmission had clearly been severed by the blast.
Odin silently listened to his subordinate’s report.
His gaze remained fixed on the capital—not with joy, but with solemnity.
“It’s over then… Odin-sama.”
“…Yes. Nothing would remain of him now. I said he’d become a corpse, but not even that is left.”
“Yes… the image feed has gone dark. Lord is undoubtedly dead.”
“…I see. So, it’s really over.”
Odin looked to the sky, still struggling to believe it.
That he had truly killed Lord. That he had killed that genius.
But no one could survive that kind of blast.
With no enemies left, Odin guided Zeus straight toward Valhalla.
That city was now part of his kingdom.
The people below fled in chaos from the bombardment. The central command lay in ruins.
Yet the ancient castle, unchanged for centuries, stood tall as ever.
It was also his home.
“Take us to Valhalla Castle. From now on, that’s the new central command. My castle.”
“Understood.”
Odin had Zeus land in the castle plaza and disembarked.
With Lord dead, the Asgardian army was beginning to fall apart. He had to act swiftly to assume command and restore order.
Because the next battle would be against the World Union.
He had to shift his mindset.
“Lord is dead. I am the emperor now.”
He said it aloud again, as if to convince himself—to believe it.
There was only one destination now.
The seat he’d always believed would be his.
A seat he never imagined could be taken from him.
Odin and Lielbelt stepped forward—toward the throne room.
“It’s finally happening, Odin-sama.”
“But this is just the beginning. There’s still much to be done, Lielbelt.”
They threw open the grand doors and entered the vast hall.
Valhalla Castle stood empty.
Its master gone, the ancient stronghold loomed silently—waiting for its new ruler.
“At last… it is mine.”
Odin took a step forward.
The throne room was dimly lit, its lights off.
It was a vast hall where banquets were once held, with high ceilings. It was also the place where the Imperial Sword Martial Festival had been declared.
Lavishly decorated, only one person in the world was ever permitted to sit in that chair.
And Odin laid eyes on the throne.
Then—
“…Why…?”
He was at a loss for words.
“I’ve been waiting, brother.”
Sitting in the dim throne was Lord.
Lord Asgard—who should have been completely obliterated—sat upon the throne.
Alone, and with an arrogant demeanor.
He sat there in the gloom, in the throne that should’ve been empty.
Odin’s expression was one of disbelief.
“Why are you here? Why are you alive? You were supposed to be commanding from the central command…”
“I was never in the command center. I’ve been giving orders from here the whole time. The footage you saw was prerecorded. Didn’t our conversation feel a little off? Well, I knew you wouldn’t actually talk with me properly anyway.”
Lord had told everyone he was holed up in the command center, issuing orders alone.
Because he didn’t know where Odin’s spies were, he couldn’t trust anyone—not even for help.
So, he commanded everything from this throne room—alone, through remote communication.
And that footage Odin saw—it was just a recording, prepared in advance.
Lord had predicted how Odin would respond. He knew his brother that well.
“…I see. So, you relied on cheap tricks. But your army isn’t here. Our forces outnumber you.”
Odin raised his hand.
A wave of soldiers poured into the throne room.
Outside, the KOGs stood ready.
There were no signs of Lord’s forces in Valhalla.
Even the signal identifiers confirmed it.
There was no KOG left to protect Lord in this country.
Even if Lord had tricked the Divine Lightning strike and survived—it changed nothing.
Victory was impossible.
“If you surrender, I’ll spare your life. You’ll spend it in chains, but at least you’ll live.”
Yet Lord showed no fear.
“Brother… do you remember that day?”
“That day?”
Lord rose quietly to his feet.
“Yes. That day when, as a child, I almost beat you for the first time. When I said ‘check’—you flipped the board and ended the match as if it never happened. You’ve always been that way. You refuse to face me directly and fight elsewhere. Even during the Imperial Sword Martial Festival.”
“That’s called strategy. Don’t be a sore loser.”
“True. You always fight outside the rules. Even if it strays far from justice, you’ll use any means to reach your goals.”
Lord tapped his device and sent a signal.
“But I won’t deny it. That’s the rule of this world—anything goes. That’s what I’ve learned from you… how to fight outside the board. Which is why—!”
“What are you talking about—?!”
Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed.
Odin and his men instinctively ducked.
It was as if the sky itself had exploded—something was falling from above.
“No… it can’t be…”
Odin saw it.
With a deafening crash, the ceiling was torn open. Sunlight poured through the hole.
And descending from the heavens—a radiant white knight, holding two swords.
A pure white giant.
“Now, brother… check.”
The knight landed between Odin and Lord, pointing its swords.
The strongest two blades in the world.
“Can you flip the board now?”
He aimed the question at Odin’s face—frozen in despair.