The arena for Ragnarok once again thrummed with anticipation, the atmosphere electric with excitement and tension. The first battle had ended in a hard-fought victory for the gods, with Thor defeating Lü Bu. However, humanity's resilience and spirit had been made abundantly clear, and now they had a new hope—a champion who, despite all odds, could overcome even the mightiest of gods.
The second round was about to begin, and the stakes were just as high.
The celestial gate on the gods' side opened, and out walked the King of the Gods himself—Zeus. Small in stature compared to many of his divine brethren, but with an aura that commanded the utmost respect and fear, Zeus embodied the pinnacle of the divine hierarchy. His muscular form flexed with every movement, and his smile was one of pure excitement. His snowy beard blew slightly in the breeze as he approached the center of the arena, raising his hands to the audience, basking in the adoration of the gods.
Zeus had personally demanded to fight in this battle. After witnessing humanity's strength and tenacity firsthand through Lü Bu, he was excited, eager even, to face an opponent of this caliber.
"Come now, mortals!" Zeus called, his voice reverberating through the arena, crackling like thunder. "Who dares to stand against the King of the Gods?"
The divine audience cheered, roaring their approval, their voices joining into a cacophony of fervor. Zeus, their father, their leader, would show humanity that resistance against the gods was futile. He would crush their hope.
The human gate opened, and from its depths emerged Adam, the first man. The father of all humanity. His steps were graceful, almost gentle, his eyes calm and focused. He was without armor, without a weapon—he wore only a simple pair of loose white trousers. His body, flawless and sculpted, moved with the natural ease of one who knew their purpose in life.
As Adam stepped into the arena, the mortals in the stands fell into an awed hush. Here was their progenitor, their original ancestor. In him, they could see the very essence of mankind—their strength, their determination, their defiance. His serene gaze fell upon Zeus, and there was no fear, no hesitation.
He gazed at the King of the Gods as though looking at a peer, his lips curling slightly in an expression that could only be interpreted as pity. "So, you're the one who claims dominion over my children?" Adam said, his voice cool and even. "I suppose it's time for me to set things right."
Zeus' eyes sparkled with amusement, and he chuckled, flexing his muscles, his body beginning to change. "Let's see if the creation can match his creator!" he declared, his small frame swelling, his muscles bulging, veins pulsing with divine energy as he entered his Adamas form.
The horn echoed, and the battle began.
Zeus moved first, his speed astonishing. He darted forward, his body nearly disappearing from sight as he approached Adam. The ground beneath him shattered with each step, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. His fist shot forward, aiming directly at Adam's head with enough power to level mountains.
Adam did not flinch. His eyes, the Eyes of the Lord, observed everything with unparalleled clarity. Time seemed to slow for him as he watched Zeus' fist come toward him. In that instant, Adam's eyes shone with an ethereal light, a perfect reflection of Zeus' movement appearing within them. He leaned back, narrowly dodging the strike with the grace of a leaf in the wind.
Zeus grinned, unfazed, and followed with a flurry of punches—each one more powerful and faster than the last. Yet, Adam weaved and dodged with precision, his body moving fluidly to avoid each blow. It was almost as if he knew what Zeus was going to do before even Zeus did.
For a moment, the arena seemed to still. Zeus unleashed a devastating uppercut, and Adam not only dodged but countered—his fist connecting with Zeus' chin, sending the King of the Gods skidding backward.
The divine audience gasped, disbelief evident on their faces. A mere human had struck Zeus!
Adam's backstory played out before the audience—a story known to all but understood by few. He had been created by the gods in their image, placed in the Garden of Eden with Eve. There, he had known peace and love. But when Eve was wrongfully accused of succumbing to temptation, Adam had fought to protect her, defying God himself, refusing to abandon his beloved. They had been cast out, but Adam had never regretted his choice.
His love for his children, for humanity, was boundless. He had seen the suffering they endured at the hands of the gods, the trials and tribulations they faced, and he had vowed to stand against those who would harm them. His conviction was his strength—an unbreakable resolve that now fueled his fight against Zeus.
Zeus' backstory was no less compelling. As the youngest of the Titans, he had overthrown his father, Cronus, and taken his place as the ruler of the gods. He had always fought for supremacy, to prove himself the strongest, the most worthy to lead. To Zeus, power was everything. The weak were meant to be ruled, and he had no qualms about enforcing his will upon both gods and mortals.
Yet, as Zeus faced Adam, he saw something he had rarely encountered—a spirit that refused to break, a resolve that would not bend, no matter the odds.
Zeus roared, unleashing his true power. His body morphed once again, muscles expanding, his veins glowing with divine energy. He entered his Zeus the Adamas form—his ultimate state, the embodiment of raw power.
The two warriors clashed, shockwaves rippling out from the force of their blows. Zeus attacked with everything he had, each punch a blur, faster than the human eye could follow. Yet Adam stood his ground, his Eyes of the Lord evolving, allowing him to see not only Zeus' current movements but predicting the ones to come. He moved with effortless grace, dodging and countering, each strike finding its mark.
For the first time in his existence, Zeus felt something foreign—something he had never known. He was losing. Despite his power, despite his speed, Adam was one step ahead, his resolve unyielding.
Adam's eyes glowed brighter, his conviction pushing him beyond his limits. He saw Zeus' final move before it even began—the ultimate punch, the Fist of the All-Father, aimed to end the battle in a single blow. Adam's body moved instinctively, dodging the strike, and with all his strength, he delivered a counterpunch straight to Zeus' chest.
The arena fell silent as Zeus staggered backward, the light in his eyes flickering. He fell to his knees, coughing, a smile slowly forming on his lips.
Zeus looked up at Adam, his gaze no longer filled with the arrogance of a king but with the respect of a warrior. "Heh... You really are something else, Adam," Zeus said, his voice weak but filled with admiration. "I see now why you fight... why you defy us. You fight not for power, not for glory, but for love... for your children."
Adam knelt beside Zeus, his eyes still glowing, but there was no malice, no hatred. Only understanding. "You gods... you act like you're perfect, above everyone else," Adam said softly. "But in the end, you're no different from us. You have your flaws, your fears... you act like overly fanatic teenagers, obsessed with power and control."
Zeus chuckled, the sound raspy as his strength began to fade. "Maybe you're right... maybe we've forgotten what it's like... to be imperfect." He looked at Adam, his expression softening. "You've reminded me... what it means to fight for something greater than oneself."
With those words, Zeus' body began to fade, his divine form dissipating into the ether. The King of the Gods had fallen, defeated by the first man—a testament to the indomitable spirit of humanity.
The arena was silent, the gods and mortals alike stunned by what they had witnessed. Adam stood, his body battered but unbroken. He turned to the crowd, raising his fist high, his voice carrying across the coliseum.
"This is for humanity! We will not bow! We will not break! We will fight until the very end!"
The mortal side of the audience erupted in cheers, their hope rekindled. Adam had done the impossible—he had defeated Zeus, the King of the Gods, and in doing so, had shown that humanity was capable of standing against even the mightiest of divine beings.
Brunhilde, watching from the sidelines, allowed herself a small smile, her heart swelling with pride. Humanity had claimed its first victory, and it was a victory that would be remembered for all eternity. The gods had been humbled, and the battle for survival continued.
Adam, the father of all, stood victorious—a beacon of hope, a symbol of defiance, and the embodiment of humanity's unbreakable will.