Leveling with the Gods

[Level Up with the Gods Side Story Episode 93]

* * *

Yuwon slowly opened his eyes.

In an instant, a bright light pierced my eyes.

This is because I have been in dark Tartarus or the Black Forest for a long time.

My eyesight returned quickly.

A pure white hand approached Yuwon’s eyes.

Stroke swish-.

“Are you awake?”

Pandora swept her hand over Yuwon’s face, as if waking up someone who had fainted.

Yuwon nodded in bewilderment.

“huh. “I woke up.”

Pandora removed her hand and turned her head.

Naturally, Yuwon’s gaze followed her.

“I woke up again.”

Zeus wraps his wound with a bandage and puts on clothes over it.

He wasn’t even making eye contact with Pandora.

‘It must have been awkward.’

When did that guy wake up?

Not much time has passed, but I have already come to my senses and woke up.

It was great resilience.

but.

‘He might not be as good as Hercules, but he probably doesn’t have an average body either.’

Zeus’s main force was a lightning strike of enormous power.

However, this did not mean that Zeus was lacking in physical ability.

He only threw the spear because his lightning ability was superior.

Sigh-.

“I owe you.”

Zeus turned his head while adjusting his clothes.

“I’ll pay you back.”

Zeus was a man with strong pride.

Since he is the type of person who cannot live off of debt, he owes his life more expensive than anything else, so the repayment will probably be certain.

“Let’s do the math later. “After everything is over.”

“the way you want.”

“There’s one more guy I’d like to introduce.”

“Introduction?”

An expression as if asking if you know someone.

Since that day ten years ago, most people have forgotten Yuwon, so it was natural to think that way.

At this point, the number of people who remember Yuwon could be counted on one hand, including Zeus and Pandora here.

“It’s a familiar face.”

but.

“Let’s be friends for the time being.”

The friend Yuwon was going to introduce was a face that not only Yuwon but also Zeus knew.

Tsutsutsu-.

[‘Heart of Uranus’ summons the inhabitants of ‘Tartaros’.]

[Summons ‘Monster King Ananta’.]

Through the ring, the door was wide open.

A wounded man walked out of a passage leading somewhere.

Jeopuk-.

“Are you releasing me already?”

Ananta smiles at the bright light he hasn’t seen in a long time.

He made eye contact with Zeus and waved happily.

For a moment, Zeus’ expression distorted as if he was about to rot.

“Don’t be mistaken because letting go is not freedom.”

“I know. “Because I have this, I won’t do anything foolish.”

Ananta said this and pointed to one side of his chest with his finger.

Towards the heart of the dragon.

I felt an alien energy in the air.

It was a dangerous feeling, as if my heart would be swallowed up if I moved even a little more.

It was a power planted by Yuwon for reliable control.

“Well, anyway, that’s how it happened…”

Ananta approached Zeus with a sly look on his face.

“Please take care of me, too.”

“…”

A hand stretched out for a handshake.

Zeus looked down at the hand and made a complicated expression.

His face seemed to have a lot of thoughts somewhere.

“What did you do?”

He turned to Yuwon. He

meant for him to explain what the situation was.

“I won’t be the king of monsters from now on. That’s what I decided to do.”

“Are you saying we should use this guy?”

“It will be helpful. I’m not as good now as I was then, but haven’t my skills been confirmed? That’s twice.”

In terms of skill, of course there was no need to discuss it.

The question was ‘Why?’

Zeus knew that Ananta was not a guy who would just help them after losing once.

Rather, he was a guy who would try to be even more perfect next time.

“That’s why I’m saying that.”

That’s why doubts arise:

“Do you really think you can control this guy?”

Why did Ananta say he would help them?

And then Zeus said,

“But that was before I knew this person.”

Ananta explained how this situation had come about:

“I guess you don’t know.”

Ananta’s gaze turned to Yuwon,

“Nothing about interest.”

* * *

The Demon King, the Heavenly World, and even the Daevas.

Fortunately, the incidents that occurred in various large guilds were quickly suppressed.

This was thanks to Son Goku, who created several clones and spread them throughout the tower.

“Just make me do all the annoying things.”

Son Goku went to the temple with a dissatisfied face.

On his way back,

he happened to run into Hercules, who was returning from work.

“I didn’t know you would bother fighting.”

“Is that where I was fighting? It was my clones fighting.”

“Isn’t that what it was?”

“No. When my clone fights, it feels much weaker than when I fight.”

“Anyway, it’s there.”

“There is. Even a fairy?”

Goku pulled out a hair from his head to express his feelings.

This meant that the only fun that could be felt from the clone was a hair.

but.

In fact, the clones he created were made using hair as a medium, so his words made sense.

but.

In fact, Hercules was more concerned about Son Goku’s real body than his alter ego.

“You better not overdo it.”

“why?”

“Now that I look at it, my head is empty.”

“Head?”

Son Goku was startled and touched his head.

It wasn’t that long ago that people started creating alter egos using hair, a part of the body, as a medium.

Certainly, the clones created in that way had constant combat power regardless of their number, and smoother battles were possible.

When looking at simple abilities, it is more than twice as efficient as a normal alter ego.

However, there was an unavoidable condition attached to the alter ego created in this way that it needed ‘fur’.

Scratching-.

Goku scratched his head as if he was nervous and climbed the stairs.

By the time the two reached the top of the Heavenly Temple together.

“Is it really okay to just go?”

“If I retaliate in Olympus later…”

“Shh. For now, let’s just go when they say they will let us go.”

“That’s right. If you don’t go, what are you going to do? Have another fight with Zeus? Or tell the administrators again…” The

rankers were coming down the stairs, making a fuss.

They found Goku and Hercules climbing the Heavenly Temple and their faces turned white.

“Let’s go.”

“sorry. Sorry…”

“Hey!”

Son Goku rolled his eyes as he watched the rankers running away while using their skills. I

don’t know what happened here, but looking at their behavior and facial expressions, there seemed to be something bothering them.

“It’s okay. Let’s just go.”

Hercules dissuades Son Goku, who looks like he’s about to swing his sword at any moment.

The first to meet them were Yuwon and Pandora, not Zeus.

“What? Were you here too?”

Son Goku welcomed Yoo-won, who returned after a year.

A year was not a very long time for Son Goku, who had lived for thousands of years.

However, his recent absence, when the fight with the administrators began, was painful every day.

More than ever, he was A welcome situation.

However, unlike Son Goku, Yuwon’s reaction was a bit lukewarm.

“Why do you have a shit-chewing face?”

“Because of your hair.”

“My head?”

“I have to be careful.”

Son Goku’s face crumpled.

Yuwon ignored Son Goku and said to Hercules,

“Did you hear the news?”

“okay.”

Hercules nodded and said,

“Everyone will soon gather here.”

* * *

Thor, holding Gungnir in his hand, closed his eyes. He remembered

a long time ago,

when he had just reached the golden castle while climbing a tower and Odin had handed him a spear.

“Would you like to try holding it? ”

The rightful king of Asgard.

Just for a moment, he could hold the weapon of the great King Odin.

Without hesitation, Thor took the Gungnir he gave him.

It was only later that he learned that it was Odin’s test and advice. .

“Are you conscious?”

Thor lost consciousness.

Gungnir was a weapon that was not easy for even a decent ranker to hold.

It wasn’t just a matter of weight. It was

the power contained in the weapon and the history that Odin had built up with that weapon. He

was out of breath. I felt like I was suffocating.

‘I think I’m still lacking a lot.’

Holding Gungnir in his hand reminded him of Odin.

It was as if his father was whispering words to him.

Now he was the master of this Gungnir and the King of Asgard. He

had become a great ranker and could start Gungnir.

But it’s still not enough.

Odin’s shadow won’t let go of him.

“Don’t forget its weight.”

Taking Gungnir from his hand again,

Odin raised the pure white spear closer to the sun.

“This is the weight of the crown.”

From then on,

Thor’s dream became to become the king of Asgard following Odin.

He wanted to prove his worth by holding that great weapon in his hands.

‘Asgard-.’

Thor slowly opened his eyes.

At that moment,

he could see tens of thousands of people of Asgard filling up before his eyes, waiting for his words.

“…Forever.”

Thor returned to reality.

The Valkyries of the Golden Castle, the soldiers of Asgard,

and the people of Asgard who had gathered to cheer on his expedition

were seen following him.

Sigh.

He tightly held Gungnir in his hand. I held it.

If it were my father.

If it were Odin, the great king of Asgard, what would he have said?

‘Father…’

As the thought continued.

“Son.”

I heard Odin’s voice.

No,

I didn’t hear it.

This was what Odin said to himself when he returned from winning the battle against Muspelheim a long time ago.

“You don’t have to follow me.”

He always followed Odin’s footsteps.

Because he thought that was the way to become a good king.

It seems that Odin also knew this.

“No king in this world has the same shape. Don’t fit yourself into the mold of a country. A king is a mold. “You have to create your own framework without being trapped by it.”

“You mean the frame?”

“Yes. You are my son, but you will be a better king than me.”

‘Is that really possible?’ Could

he really

be a better king than Odin?

Thor shook his head.

Such thoughts were meaningless.

A king as good as anyone else. A king who is better than anyone else….

We must shake off these thoughts.

For now, just.

“Show me what kind of king you are.”

As my father taught me.

“every-.”

It was time to forget everything he taught me.

“-Let’s come back alive.”

“Asgard-!”

Chuck Chuck-.

Let Brunnhilde’s cry spread throughout the kingdom.

Live forever-!

Not only the soldiers gathered at the departure ceremony, but all the people of Asgard chanted together.

Shouts filled the kingdom.

My heart was pounding hard and my chest was pounding.

Now that we are about to go on a mission, it finally feels clear.

He had finally become the king of Asgard.