The battle between Buddha and Zerofuku continued, and no matter how much the God of Misfortune tried to strike his opponent, Buddha always managed to dodge at the last moment. This only fueled Zerofuku's rage. To him, it felt as though Buddha was mocking him. The angrier he became, the more his massive cleaver transformed. When his fury peaked, the cleaver changed: sharp spikes appeared on its surface, as if the weapon was designed not only to harm enemies but also to torment its wielder.
Now, Zerofuku's strikes grew even more destructive. The shockwaves from his attacks reached the stands, threatening to injure the spectators. Even the gods seated in the audience began exchanging uneasy glances, witnessing such ferocity and power. With each swing, the cleaver left devastating marks, and Zerofuku relentlessly charged at Buddha with unbridled fury. Watching the battle, Alex couldn't help but ponder the idea of acquiring such a weapon. However, with a sigh, he quickly realized it was impossible—the cleaver was part of Zerofuku's power.
"Why has Zerofuku's weapon become so destructive?" Göll asked with surprise, leaning on the railing of the viewing platform.
Alex, intrigued by the same question, turned to Brunhilda, who was watching the fight intently. Feeling his gaze, she looked at him as if expecting him to provide the answer. Alex simply rolled his eyes, indicating it was her turn this time. With a slight sigh, Brunhilda answered:
"Zerofuku's cleaver absorbs suffering, which is why each of his attacks grows stronger."
"Absorbs suffering?" Göll repeated, her eyes widening in shock.
Alex, in turn, began to consider the concept of such a weapon. He had heard of mechanisms like this before, ones that fed on the emotions of their wielder or those around them. The idea intrigued him so much that he instinctively started stroking his chin, pondering how something similar could be created.
"From Zerofuku's perspective, even dodging his attacks counts as suffering," Brunhilda added, her gaze still fixed on the arena.
Göll watched the battle in astonishment. Her thoughts raced: even if Buddha kept dodging, Zerofuku's weapon would only grow stronger. It seemed like an insurmountable challenge.
"This is madness… For Buddha, this becomes an impossible task," she muttered, her eyes glued to the arena.
Alex stopped watching the fight and turned his attention to the young Valkyrie, who appeared to be in a state of shock. He knew that such a weapon could be countered by understanding its weakness—the source of energy it fed on.
"In reality, it's simpler than it seems, Göll," he said calmly, drawing her attention.
Brunhilda and Göll immediately looked at Alex. To both of them, his words sounded intriguing. Brunhilda began to suspect that Alex had figured out how to deal with the weapon, while Göll, as always, believed her older brother knew everything.
"Then maybe you'd like to share your insight with the class?" Brunhilda asked with a slight smirk, raising an eyebrow.
"The answer is right in front of you," Alex said, tapping his chin with a finger. "The weapon feeds on suffering. To neutralize it, you need to remove Zerofuku's reason to suffer. If he stops suffering, the cleaver will stop feeding."
His words made both Valkyries pause in thought. Göll still couldn't believe the simplicity of the solution, but Alex was confident: the key to victory lay in eliminating the source of suffering that fueled the enemy's power.
Brunhilda nodded in agreement, finally understanding what Alex meant. However, instead of being reassured, Göll looked even more disheartened. Her thoughts revolved around the fact that Zerofuku, as a god, was inherently filled with suffering due to the torment he had absorbed from mortals in the past. Relieving him of that burden seemed nearly impossible, especially in the heat of battle.
"But how can that be done during a fight?" Göll asked, her face a picture of utter confusion.
Alex smirked and gently ruffled her hair.
"You're always such a silly potato. Did you forget who Zerofuku is up against? It's Buddha himself. He'll just start spouting his 'highly spiritual nonsense,' enlighten him, turn the darkness into light—and that'll be the end of it," Alex said with clear sarcasm in his voice.
Göll's eyes widened, as if she had just remembered an obvious fact that had slipped her mind.
"Right... It's Buddha," she muttered, realizing how much she had underestimated his strength.
Buddha was a unique figure among gods. Unlike those who are born as divine beings, he attained divinity through enlightenment, following his own path. He walked this journey alone, never forcing anyone to follow him, and all his followers did so willingly. This path of self-awareness and spiritual growth made him who he was.
Alex carefully observed Buddha. He understood that Buddha was strong not only physically but spiritually as well. Buddha embodied endless development, and the more he learned about the world, the more his own potential was unlocked.
However, Alex's thoughts were interrupted by Göll's loud cry.
"Oh no, Buddha's going to get hurt!" she screamed, squeezing her eyes shut to avoid witnessing what she expected to be a bloody scene.
Alex turned his gaze to the arena. At the last moment, Buddha dodged the massive cleaver's strike, raised his staff high, and then, balancing on one hand, effortlessly caught it with his free hand. Alex raised an eyebrow, watching this maneuver. It reminded him of a circus monkey who, through skill and cunning, taunts its opponent.
"He's dodging so skillfully! His reflexes are amazing!" Göll exclaimed, her eyes shining with admiration.
But Alex, studying Buddha's movements, realized that it wasn't just about reflexes.
"It's because Buddha already knows where the strike is going to land," Brunhilda said calmly, bringing Göll back to reality.
"And how does he do that?" Göll asked, turning to her older sister.
Alex pondered. He knew that such foresight could be attained in two ways: either by being born with a unique gift or through relentless training. However, Buddha achieved this through enlightenment, which allowed him to see not only movements but also the souls of living beings.
"This skill is nothing more than the ability to see the future," Brunhilda explained, delving into Buddha's philosophy of enlightenment.
Listening to her, Alex thought of the similarity to the Observation Haki from another universe, where training allows one to glimpse a few seconds into the future.
"In fact, this skill can be obtained in two ways: either by being born with it, or by developing it through long and hard training. Buddha, however, attained it through his path of enlightenment," Alex added, turning to Göll.
"This is incredible! And what does it mean to be born with such power?" she asked, her eyes lighting up even more, eagerly anticipating the answer.
Brunhild and Göll looked at Alex, waiting for answers. Alex thought about what example to give, one that wouldn't involve other worlds. Then, it dawned on him—he could use someone as an example. A swordsman who was born with such eyes and fought demons.
"Well, there was a swordsman long ago, back in old Japan. His name was Yoruichi Tsugikuni. He was born with an ability that could be called 'the transparent world.' His eyes allowed him to see every muscle movement of his opponent, thus predicting their moves. And most importantly, Yoruichi was born with an extraordinary talent for weaponry, and his body helped him quickly master weapon skills, making him nearly unbeatable. He died not from another swordsman's blade, but from old age, and even in his old age, he remained strong," Alex said, giving an example of someone with an innate ability to foresee an enemy's movements.
"How many people have you met on your journey?" Brunhild asked, looking at Alex with suspicion.
"Many," Alex replied calmly, shrugging his shoulders.
Seeing that Alex didn't want to continue the topic, Brunhild had no choice but to give up. Meanwhile, the battle between Buddha and Zerofuku began to intensify, as now Buddha was not only dodging but also striking back with his staff. Suddenly, Zerofuku stopped and began crying blood tears, while Buddha started looking somewhere above Zerofuku, as though he had seen something strange, causing a twisted smile to appear on Buddha's face.
A bead of sweat slid down Buddha's face, from what he had just witnessed with his own eyes. The spectators in the stands were curious as to why both fighters had stopped, until Zerofuku raised his massive cleaver above his head and it began to change. Now the cleaver in Zerofuku's hands was so enormous that it cast a shadow on Buddha, from whose face the single drop of sweat continued to slide.
Without waiting for his opponent's reaction, Zerofuku struck the place where Buddha had been standing. The strike created a massive cloud of dust. When the dust settled, the staff Buddha had been holding transformed into a shield, which allowed him to block the blow of the giant cleaver.
"Where did Buddha get that shield from? How did he get it?" Göll asked, astonished, staring at the shield in Buddha's hands.
"The staff Buddha was holding is called the Staff of Six Paths. The Six Paths, each of which can lead a person to reincarnation, are also known in Buddhism as the Six Realms. Each of these paths leads to its respective realm, and each is protected in its own way," Brunhild answered, giving a detailed description of the staff in Buddha's hands.
Alex pondered this, specifically the thought of stealing Buddha's staff for his weapon collection. Brunhild looked at Alex, noticing that he hadn't added anything to the conversation. She was curious as to why he was silent; usually, he would contribute something. Göll also watched him, thinking that he would add something too, since both he and Brunhild had been completing each other's sentences lately.
"Don't you want to add anything?" Brunhild asked, with a curious tone, tugging at Alex's sleeve.
"Ah... No, I don't," Alex said thoughtfully, not taking his eyes off the staff. "Right now, I'm trying to suppress my urge to steal Buddha's staff for my collection."
Brunhild and Göll exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and outrage. Alex, however, acted as if nothing had happened and continued watching the battle, smiling at his own thoughts.
"Are you seriously thinking of stealing Buddha's staff?" Brunhild finally asked, narrowing her eyes as if trying to peer into his soul. "And you're casually talking about friendship?"
Alex shrugged slightly, keeping his gaze fixed on the arena.
"This isn't a question of friendship, it's a question of collection," he replied with an expressionless face. "I have too few artifacts in my collection that can change forms. This is a treasure, you know? It belongs among the finest weapons."
Göll, stunned by his confession, clasped her hands to her chest as if trying to hide her confusion.
"But this... is Buddha!" she exclaimed. "He's your friend! How can you do that?"
Alex turned to her, his smile widening slightly.
"That's why I'm holding back, potato. If it weren't for my respect for Buddha, I would've already taken the staff. But that doesn't mean I don't want it."
Brunhild, frowning, stared at him intently.
"So, did you do the same with Poseidon's trident?" she asked directly, her voice stern.
Alex nodded easily, as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.
"Of course. It's the right of the victor to take what belongs to the loser," he said, as though explaining something self-evident.
Göll's eyes widened as she realized Alex was speaking completely seriously.
"But... but that's... that's theft!" she exclaimed, unable to find other words.
Alex smirked and, crossing his arms, looked at her.
"No, that's a trophy. Big difference," he said, as if explaining something to a child.
Brunhild wanted to argue with Alex, but her words got stuck in her throat—she understood that, in essence, he was right. Göll, however, was intrigued by something else. She was now more interested in the weapon collection Alex mentioned, especially the part about one of them being able to change its form. Her curiosity had clearly increased.
"Brother Alex, can you show or at least tell me what kind of weapons they are?" Göll asked, giving him her best puppy-dog eyes to soften his heart.
Alex looked at her, meeting her pleading gaze. He sighed heavily. The puppy-dog eyes no longer worked on him—he'd built immunity over the years of living with girls. The puppy-dog eyes were usually a tactic girls used when they wanted something from him, so he had developed a resistance to it. Nonetheless, Brunhild, also interested, was waiting for his answer.
"Why not," Alex shrugged, making his decision.
He reached into his inventory, once again surprising the two Valkyries. Despite having seen something like this before, it still threw them off balance, especially when it was G.I.R. who managed to pull out items from his pocket that were clearly larger than himself.
"Wait, how are you doing this?" Brunhild asked, pointing at Alex's arm, which had disappeared into a spatial hole.
"What exactly?" Alex asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.
"Where did your arm go? What kind of magic is this?" she continued, clearly intrigued.
Alex thought for a moment. Spatial inventories were an everyday thing to him. He could understand the surprise in less developed or magically "immature" worlds, but here it seemed odd to him. Even in magical worlds, there were such things as spatial bags, and these worlds, which were essentially in the Stone Age, still had spatial bags.
"This is my spatial inventory. Don't you have something like that?" he asked, surprised.
Brunhild, looking at his face full of confusion, nearly exploded.
"You... just...! How can it be so ordinary! Do you even realize how difficult it is to create something like this?!" she exclaimed, almost shouting.
Alex calmly pulled his hand out of the inventory, holding the spear Chastifol. What surprised him most was Brunhild's words. For him, creating a spatial inventory was a matter of technique: it only took the right combination of runes to create a small space connected to the owner.
"I have notes on how to do it. I can show you if you want," Alex said, pulling out his notebook with the other hand.
Brunhild nearly snatched the notebook from his hands, quickly flipping through the pages. But her enthusiasm quickly turned to confusion as the notes were chaotic, as though the author had written everything in a random order, without caring for logic.
While Brunhild was struggling to make sense of the notes, Alex decided to show Göll how the spear worked. He demonstrated all its modes, including one that turned the spear into a pillow.
"A pillow? Why would you need that?" Göll asked, her curiosity piqued.
Alex smiled.
"I use it to move around in a different form."
"In what other form?" Göll pressed.
Alex didn't answer. He wasn't about to admit that sometimes he transformed into a child and flew on the pillow because he was too lazy to walk on short legs.
While Brunhild was engrossed in her futile attempt to decipher Alex's notes, Göll was engaged in her own "battle" with G.I.R., trying to evict him from his cozy spot on the pillow. Meanwhile, the fight in the arena intensified: Buddha and Zerofuku were switching their weapons, and their clashes grew more furious. This was especially true for Zerofuku, who, despite his rage, had yet to even touch Buddha.
Buddha, on the other hand, didn't give up hope of convincing Zerofuku to start finding joy in the little things, thus weakening his weapon's power, which was fueled by suffering. As Alex had predicted, this approach was the best way to counter the opponent.
The fight moved to close combat: Zerofuku switched his weapon to a folding triple staff, while Buddha's Six Paths Staff transformed into a spear. In a brief exchange of blows, Buddha was faster and landed a deep cut on Zerofuku's chest. In response, Zerofuku's weapon transformed into long sharp ribbons that began to chase Buddha at insane speed. Buddha changed his staff again, now turning it into a sword.
"Hmm, this Zerofuku has more weapon forms than I expected," Alex said thoughtfully, stroking his chin.
"Are you planning to steal it too?" Brunhild suddenly asked, looking up from her notebook and squinting at him.
"Unfortunately, that weapon is part of Zerofuku himself," Alex replied, shaking his head. "And I don't like that it feeds on suffering. Even if I got it, I'd be too lazy to bother with modifying it."
Brunhild rolled her eyes and went back to studying the notebook, glancing at the fight from time to time. The more she read, the more amazed she became: everything in those notes seemed both insane and brilliant. Her inner voice told her that Alex had already turned most of these ideas into reality.
Meanwhile, Buddha was expertly dodging the blade attacks that were literally chasing him around the arena. Alex noticed that a few times the blades nearly hit the spectator stands, where both humans and gods were sitting. Sighing, he realized that Zerofuku, blinded by rage, didn't care about the consequences of his actions.
Not wanting to distract Buddha, Alex decided to intervene. In a moment, he vanished from his spot and appeared right in the stands among the gods. Standing on the railing, he casually deflected the blades flying toward the spectators.
"Hey, Buddha! Wrap it up! I'm not getting paid to block this little jerk's attacks!" Alex shouted, ignoring the surprised looks from the gods.
Buddha, hearing the voice, turned around. He spotted Alex standing on the railing, casually brushing off the attacks as if it were routine.
"Want to switch?" Buddha asked, continuing to dodge the attacking ribbons.
"Nah, I'm too lazy," Alex waved off, shrugging.
Alex scanned the gods, who were looking at him with shock and suspicion. He just shrugged, pulled out a cigarette, and slowly walked along the railing toward the balcony where Brunhild and Göll were watching, bewildered.
Meanwhile, the gods were puzzled as to why Alex had intervened. Zeus, in particular, was deep in thought, observing him with suspicion. If Alex had the chance to explain, he would simply say he didn't want Buddha distracted with blocking attacks that might threaten the spectators.
As Alex walked along the stands, he deflected a couple more attacks that followed Buddha but suddenly changed direction.
"I'm telling you again, wrap it up already. Can you kick this little jerk to make him stop playing with his sharp ribbons?" Alex grumbled, deflecting another blow. "I don't like being the free protector of the stands."
"And I'm telling you again: we can switch," Buddha rolled his eyes, still dodging.
Alex's eye twitched.
"Asshole," he thought, casting an irritated glance at Buddha.
Alex continued to move along the railing of the stands, watching Buddha and Zerofuku as they moved around the arena. He had to cover the spectator seats, deflecting random attacks from Zerofuku. This allowed Buddha to focus on the battle without being distracted by the need to protect the audience. Gradually, Alex made his way to the side of humanity, still neutralizing Zerofuku's furious strikes.
Alex's face, marked with black lines from irritation, took on a menacing look. He was already thinking about jumping into the arena and knocking some sense into both fighters, especially Zerofuku, who kept mindlessly swinging his weapon without changing tactics. Alex crouched on the railing, deciding to wait for the moment when Zerofuku would transform his weapon again.
He felt the intense gazes on him. Turning his head, Alex noticed how the representatives of humanity were staring at him. His bright, shimmering eyes made the spectators flinch. If Adam was the embodiment of goodness and fatherly love for humans, Alex appeared as his terrifying opposite.
"What?" he threw, slightly tilting his head.
"N-nothing," the spectators responded almost in unison.
Alex just shrugged and turned away. Under the intense scrutiny of the humans and gods, he felt awkward, but he understood perfectly well why they were staring at him. While Adam radiated kindness, Alex, with his bold and brash behavior, seemed like a foreigner. Sighing, he took out a cigarette and lit it, continuing to watch the fight.
It seemed Buddha had decided to follow Alex's advice and forced Zerofuku to change his weapon form again. As soon as the massive cleaver appeared in his opponent's hands, Alex knew his task was complete. Standing up, he gracefully jumped off the railing and began walking along the first row, heading for the stairs. The people continued watching him with interest, but this time no one flinched when their gazes met his. Seeing this, Alex smiled faintly.
Along the way, he waved to Eva and her children, Cain and Abel, before returning to the balcony, where two Valkyries were waiting for him.
"I didn't expect that from you," Brunhild said as Alex jumped onto the balcony.
"What can I say, I'm a softie," Alex snorted, rolling his eyes.
"Uh-huh, a softie who threatened gods and intimidated them. You really radiate virtue," Brunhild retorted sarcastically.
"Ouch," Alex theatrically clutched his heart, feigning offense.
Brunhild just laughed, watching his dramatic antics. Alex, dropping the act, focused on the battle between Buddha and Zerofuku. He knew the decisive moment was approaching: Buddha would use his eloquence to convince Zerofuku to accept himself and find joy in life. Alex watched closely, wondering if he would find confirmation of his suspicions about the Outer God and Beelzebub's involvement.
Meanwhile, the battle turned into a fistfight. Buddha and Zerofuku exchanged blows, avoiding evasions, enjoying the duel. Cheers of support for Zerofuku began to rise from the gods' stands, although not long ago, they had feared his uncontrollable attacks.
Alex remained silent, focusing on what would happen next. Gradually, the expression of fury on Zerofuku's face shifted to one of joy. He began to enjoy the battle, regaining the inner peace he had lost. However, the smile on his face didn't last long: Buddha delivered a direct strike, sending Zerofuku flying.
Zerofuku crashed onto the arena and lost consciousness, and dark miasma began to emanate from his body, signaling yet another transformation.
"Is he going to transform again?" Göll asked excitedly, grabbing Alex by the sleeve.
"No, he's returning to who he was," Brunhild replied calmly.
A serene smile appeared on Brunhild's face as she watched Zerofuku lying there. Göll also noticed and saw that he was smiling, wiping away tears. However, Alex's face remained grim—he didn't share their relief. He kept his focus on what was about to happen next: Zerofuku's transformation.
The joyful laughter from Zerofuku was suddenly interrupted. The horns, which had started to fall off after Buddha's strike, suddenly changed. They grew sharply longer and plunged into his body—one through his mouth, the other through a gaping hole in his chest. The crowd held its breath, watching the terrifying scene unfold. Two dragons—one black, the other white—burst from Zerofuku's body, intertwining in the air like a strange dance. Their movements were mesmerizing, but Alex, gritting his teeth, knew this was the beginning of a disaster.
Without wasting any time, Alex activated his Beowulf bracers and disappeared, reappearing beside Zerofuku in an instant. Everyone in the Coliseum was shocked by his sudden intervention. However, Alex didn't pay any attention to their surprise or shouts. His goal was clear—destroy the two dragons carrying the power of two monstrous entities.
With a swift motion, Alex delivered a powerful uppercut, obliterating both dragons. The black and white flashes dissipated into the air like miasma, leaving only fading sparks behind. But Zerofuku's suffering didn't end there: his body continued to convulse under the residual energy, as he served as a vessel for the two dangerous forces. Alex withdrew Beowulf and quickly approached Zerofuku, touching his forehead. For a moment, a soft bluish glow surrounded them—as Alex suppressed the influence of the two powerful energies to save Zerofuku.
From start to finish, it all took just a few moments. When the shockwave from Alex's intervention passed through the Coliseum, the spectators finally snapped out of it. But soon, disapproving shouts and whistles erupted from the gods' stands. Alex ignored the noise and just watched Zerofuku, who was slowly regaining his senses, sinking to the ground.
"Why did you intervene?" Buddha asked, running up to them.
Alex turned his gaze to Buddha and sighed heavily.
"Let's just say, if I hadn't done that, you would have died," he replied seriously.
Buddha was about to argue, but upon meeting Alex's unreadable gaze, he refrained. Instead, he focused on helping Zerofuku. However, Alex's actions sparked a wave of discontent among the gods.
"Do you understand that you are breaking the rules by intervening in the battle, Adam's brother?" a calm yet stern voice rang out.
There was no anger in Odin's tone, more like curiosity. Odin was trying to understand what had driven Alex to intervene in the fight. The All-Father had his own suspicions about what had happened to Zerofuku and who was responsible. Alex glanced at Odin and then shifted his gaze to Brunhild, who was frowning at him. Another heavy sigh escaped his chest.
"Humanity concedes defeat in this battle," Alex said quietly, turning to Odin.
"Are you sure?" Odin asked, as if giving Alex a chance to reconsider.
"Yes," Alex replied shortly and headed towards Buddha and Zerofuku.
"Well, so be it," Odin spoke, watching Alex's retreating figure.
No one could read Odin's thoughts; his face remained impassive. Meanwhile, Alex was helping Buddha guide Zerofuku to the exit. He could feel the heavy stares of the people in the arena and hear the joyful cheers of the gods celebrating their victory. However, to Alex, one defeat was merely the price for necessary information. He understood that more battles lay ahead, and those he could win easily.
When the stone gates closed behind them, the medical team was already waiting. Zerofuku was carefully placed on a stretcher, ready for immediate treatment.
"Now tell me, why did you intervene?" Buddha asked, staring at Alex, his voice firm but devoid of malice.
"What Zerofuku could have become would have led to catastrophe, and for you, death," Alex answered sharply. "I damn well told you to be careful! But no, you decided to wash his brain with your happiness, like a true Buddha."
Buddha calmly listened to the reproach and asked the next question:
"So, you know what or who Zerofuku could have become?"
Alex sighed, running a hand over his face.
"Yes and no. Let's just say someone went out of their way to make sure this didn't end well."
A few brief exchanges followed, after which Alex advised Buddha not to leave Zerofuku alone and to keep an eye on him so that whoever was responsible for the events couldn't erase the traces of their interference. Buddha, though he wanted to hear more answers, agreed, especially after Alex handed him a pack of sweets.
"You will answer my questions later," Buddha said before leaving, and Alex just rolled his eyes and waved him off.
When Buddha disappeared from sight, Alex fell into deep thought. He realized that Beelzebub had gone too far, interfering where he shouldn't have. Using the power of the Outer Gods was a dangerous game, one in which even a single misstep could lead to catastrophe. Alex knew that interacting with these forces was like dancing on the edge of a precipice.
His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Brunhild and Göll, who was flying on a cushion belonging to Alex, with G.I.R. settled firmly on top.
"What was that?" Brunhild asked, her voice cold but resolute.
"Something extremely unpleasant," Alex answered vaguely, avoiding details.
"More specifically?" she asked, frowning, not giving Alex a chance to dodge.
Alex sighed heavily.
"Alright, but not here. Follow me," he said, nodding to the side.
Brunhild gave him a careful look, but reluctantly agreed. Alex was glad that this was enough of an answer for now. Now he needed to find a place where they wouldn't be overheard—preferably a waiting room, where Rebecca was at the moment.
As he walked, his thoughts returned to Beelzebub. Alex wondered whether he should try to find him ahead of time or wait for him to appear in the arena as a fighter. He was even more concerned about a possible conversation between Odin and Beelzebub. He didn't know what they discussed, but he was certain it had something to do with Odin's plans for Ragnarök.
Massaging his forehead, Alex tried to formulate his next steps. His intervention had certainly disrupted the fragile balance, giving the enemy grounds for further manipulation. His decision to forgo victory in the battle had been made precisely to avoid giving the gods a reason to break the agreement.
To be continued...
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