"No being has kept count of how many Ragnarok Instances there were before the Age of the Winter Sun, the era during which the historical records mention the sudden appearance of a warrior of unknown origins who led the whole of humanity in an effort to survive Ragnarok, under his rule, mankind survived Fimbulwinter, he led his forces to defeat Jormungandr, Fenrir, the Muspell Forces, even the likes of Surtr fell, he prevented Ragnarok and he put the burden of the human race on his back and allowed them to brave through the Great Winter, these accomplishments have given him the title of Warrior King, were it not for the account of the Gods themselves, stories of this warrior would undoubtedly fade away, and be dismissed as mere myth, but the stories are true.
"This is some crazy level of glazing for the main character haha"
After the death of Surtr, he abdicated the throne and he set off, his destination Asgard, to seek an audience with Odin, the All-father, the records mention pandemonium within Valhalla, the Einherjar were furious that what was supposed to be their glorious death was denied, even if it saved the very universe, so the Warrior King offered to take the responsibility of handling the matter from him, but he had 3 conditions, one was for the gods to relocate to Midgard and to protect humanity, his second and third conditions, is for Odin to give to him control of Asgard and the Bifrost, knowing there was nothing more he can do, he worried for what would happen should the Einherjar rebel and he knew very well that by being asked in the first place, he was being done a favor, he accepted, after the gods' relocation to Midgard, with the Bifrost, the Warrior King created a bridge able to cross beyond the nine realms, to other universes in need of heroes, for them, he sent Einherjar, in need of purpose, then he disappeared through this very bridge without a trace.
An alliance between mankind and the gods was formed to fill the void the Warrior King left through his sudden disappearance, and though Midgard thrives still, doubt remains regarding their security without their king, after all, Fimbulwinter, in all its deathly cold, and Ragnarok, a battle destined to obliterate life to an absolute degree and prophesied to end the very universe, were survived through his might, Ragnarok was supposed to be the final saga of our world, one no skald nor rune carver would witness in its entirety, not to mention record it, instead it is heralded by many as the saga of the Winter Sun, and though Midgard worries for its future without him, it is by him there is a future to worry of."
- Excerpts from "Vetrsól", Frode Zeka
"What has the world come to huh, world-building for a power fantasy trash novel, I didn't know they spent more than 15 minutes writing nowadays." Ezekiel Wang thought to himself, engrossed by the book he picked up in the store, so much so that he did not notice the figure from behind walking up to him with malicious intent, the figure punches Ezekiel in the back of the head, giving him quite a startle.
"When I said accompany, I sort of meant for you not to leave me alone while I'm browsing for a good novel." His sister tells him, cross that he left her alone without even a word.
"Marie, seeing you browse through 45 different books in the romance section is not entertaining, let a man spends, besides, are the 8 bodyguards you brought not good enough company?" He replies to her, audibly annoyed, and he goes back to reading the book, Marie sees the title of the book and is somewhat surprised.
"I didn't know you were interested in history." She tells him, puzzled by the idea that her brash, unfocused and frankly, shallow brother would be interested in such a subject, upon hearing that Ezekiel puts on a face that tells her that he is even more perplexed than she is.
"What do you mean? It's a fantasy novel right?" He says, questioning what she said and at the same time questioning his own hearing, she motions to his left, to a sign that says "NON-FICTION" he walk further into the aisle, around him, there were books about gods, fantasy-like landscapes, monsters, and they were considered "history"?
But that's not what confused him, the feeling of deja vu disappeared and he began to remember, he knew these stories, all of them, but he was confused as to why these books were written as if they were things from eras past, all these subjects, so gloriously depicted in wondrous illustration on hardbound covers (or with very flattering photographs) and so reverently depicted
he remembers meeting the Gods, slaying the monsters, and leading all those battles that were the subject of these books, he remembers them vividly because he was there and it did not happen a thousand years ago, not for him.
"System Quick Analyze" Marie says, Ezekiel turns to his sister, she reads from a screen that no one else can see, a player's system interface, she tells him "System says you're in good condition, why are you acting weird?" He looks in the direction of her interface, she sees his confusion and explains to him "It's that system I told you about." Ezekiel nods "Ah right, an RPG UI streamlining your progression is what they came up with, stroke of genius." he says sarcastically, he takes a big sigh to process the day, and takes the copy of Vetrsól to buy from the cashier.
"Let's go home."