Ding!
Speak of the devil. I turn around to see a very formally dressed man dive into the room.
[Jack Smith - Jack the Ripper
Tier - 7A
Alignment - Chaotic Good (His own version of good.)
Former serial killer and resident of London, Jack has been called to fight in the fourth round of Ragnarok against Heracles. Due to the difference in fighting power and technique, he has used tactics to attempt to trick and wear Heracles down.
Currently excited.]
"Jack Smith, welcome to my bar. Do you have time for a drink or would you rather go back out and carry on fighting?"
He looks at me skeptically for a moment before looking back at the door. "…Earl Grey if you have any." I nod and bring out a mug, earl grey infused water poured out my fingertips, filling it up. I placed it on a small plate with some cubes of sugar and a tea spoon. Not too long back, an Englishman got angry at me for not making tea 'properly'. He took the time to stress the importance of a pot or kettle, by the end of it [Tea Brewing] reached lv17.
"Oh this is delightful, here I was thinking that I might never be able to drink tea again should this all go wrong."
"Well personally, it doesn't matter too much to me who wins, I'm not even from here. Should you win your fight then I will consider you a paying customer though, it should be noted a killed a demigod before for one of my customers. Bear that in mind."
"Duly noted." He took a sip and smiled.
A peaceful minute passed before a behemoth of a man burst through the door, fist raised towards Jack. Just before its descent, thorns wrapped his wrist preventing further action.
"All fights shall be handled outside, no need to ruin my establishment." Heracles gave me a truly dumbfounded look, I can't read minds but I felt like I could for a moment. It's like he wanted to say, 'Why have you set up shop in the middle of a tournament… in the middle of the arena?'
"Please lower your arm or you'll hit it on the doorframe on your way out." I gently pushed him out, Jack soon followed after drinking his tea first. With the bar empty, I went into thought of all the different abilities in the universe. Particular Nightmare on Elm Street, though you can learn some dream demon abilities, one of the prerequisites is falling asleep, something I don't and can't do.
However, I would prefer to try flying honestly, it's more fun.
I send all 4 clones to the training room to meditate and try to identify and harness the energy as the manga directs them to. I will continue reading further on in the manga, I just got to Raditz attacking Goku.
An hour passes and someone finally comes in again, a short man with a metal mask and steampunk goggles. "Huh? We didn't put this here. Uh you're not supposed to be here man." He looked up and said to me.
[Heimdall - Watchman of the apocalypse
Tier - 8C
Alignment - True Neutral
Son of the 9 mothers, said to be the cause of social class amongst humanity. It is said he shall blow his Gjallarhorn to proceed great wars. Currently acting as a neutral referee for the Ragnarok tournament and assists in ring setup.
Currently confused and slightly annoyed.]
"I don't choose where the doors appear, nor can I move them. This is just a spot for anyone to relax. I'm unrelated to this tournament in the slightest. Actually hold on, did Jack win?"
"What do you mean the doors just appear? Stop being cryptic! And yes Jack did win!"
"Never mind, I'm on the humans' side then. He's the first paying customer of this universe, thus humanity stays." I disperse my clones and have one cover me, the others go back to ki training.
[Ki lv3]
I walk past Heimdall leaving him in a stupor and with my true body, I walk out of the door. Breathing in the air held from me for so long I scan my surroundings and go towards the entrance with the most humans there.
Through the gates I got weird looks, due to a shared belief that I was obviously not a human, thus a God. I walked past them, not needing to concern myself with rumours and walked towards the biggest set of doors I could find.
Knocking thrice, I waited for them to open.
It took a moment but a small purple headed girl wearing an orange jacket stood there with the door ajar. She looked up at me nervously, "Uh hello?"
[Göll - Thirteenth sister valkyrie
Tier - 9A I 8C as Volund
Alignment - Lawful Good
The thirteenth and youngest sister or all the valkyries, currently assisting Brunhilde in assembling champions for the humans' side.
Currently nervous, believes you are an unknown God.]
"Please take me to Brunhilde, I wish to speak with her on something." I give her a small smile and she awkwardly leads me in. Two left turns and I'm in a room where, who I assume is Brunhilde, is scrolling on some holographic platform for humans of note.
"Brunhilde, I am Oliverick. It has come to my attention that a customer of bar won his battle and thus it is my responsibility to see that his life is secured. I volunteer myself for a tournament round." She spins around, looking up at me, obviously racking her brain as to who I could be.
"You don't know me, I can assure you of that. I'm an outsider of sorts, but I can promise victory for whatever round you decide for me to contest in, killing Gods is not new to me."
"Hold on, I don't know you in the slightest, why would I suddenly trust you with the fate of humankind?" Good point, I suppose I need a witness.
"Fair enough, bring Jack here. He saw me easily subdue Heracles and he is the customer that I referenced." Brunhilde gestured for Göll to retrieve the man and I took the chance to explain who I am and what the bar functions as.
About 5 minutes later and Göll walks back in with a bandage man, cup of tea in hand and a monocle balancing on one of his bandages. "Hello again Jack, happy to hear you won. I am simply here to assure to survival of my first customer of this universe. Please explain how I restrained Heracles."
"Ah yes, you poured a superb cup of tea and just when he came in, he was restrained and pushed back out. I would've been dead had it not been for him." He took a sip and smiled at me. Why can't all serial killers have manners like this? Me and Homelander might've ended up on friendly terms.
"I see, we shall keep you in mind. Round 5's contestants have already been decided so you shall compete in round 6, I pray for your victory." She went back to looking at potential contestants, ignoring me. I shrugged and left, I'll go back to the bar, leaving a clone here to tell me when I need to fight.
Whilst I was walking back I was cornered by 7 odd looking beings. I could tell they intended to intimidate or attack me in some way, so I incinerated them in hellfire. And I went on my way, not noticing the spectator of the events.