[Report on the descent of the Heretic Gods Durinn and Motsognir, Greenwich Assembly Compilation]
In Norse mythology, Durinn (sleeper) and Motsognir (the angry one) were the first two dwarves, created by the gods. They were originally maggots that sprang from the decaying flesh of the giant Ymir. These two dwarves were the ancestors of all dwarves.
The Völuspá ("The Seeress's Prophecy") from the Poetic Edda states they were created from the blood and bones of Blain (Blain is likely another name for Ymir).
They were the first Dwarf Kings, a race famed not only for their greed, but also for being unparalleled blacksmiths and craftsmen in Norse mythology, responsible for the creation of several incredible artifacts and weapons – Thor's hammer, Mjolnir, Sif's golden hair, Odin's spear, Gungnir, among others.
The descent of the two Heretic Gods occurred near the city of Akureyri, Iceland. The reason for the manifestation seems to be due to recent excavations that were taking place in the region – since Iceland was believed to be the home of the Dwarves, and where rare metals used in the creation of items existed.
All members of the excavations were killed by the dwarf duo, however the Sixth Campione interfered 3? 1 hour after the manifestation of the [Heretic Gods], and killed them quickly – almost four months after he killed his last [Heretic Gods].
This fact is not surprising, as the Dwarves have no accounts of feats in battle – it is unknown which Authority the Sixth Campione usurped from the Dwarves Durinn and Motsognir, the creators of marvels.
— Report made by the White Hime-Miko, Alice Louise, former leader of the Council of Wise Men and current advisor to the Wittenagemot.
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[Report on the descent of the Heretic God Rudra, Greenwich Assembly Compilation]
Rudra is a Rigvedic deity associated with wind or storms, and the hunt. One translation of the name is "the roarer".
In the Rigveda, Rudra is praised as the "mightiest of the mighty" and "the embodiment of terror itself". Rudra means "the one who eradicates problems from their roots". Depending on the period, the name Rudra can be interpreted as "the fiercest roarer/howler" or "the most frightening one".
Rudra is closely related to the supreme deity Shiva, the God of Destruction. While Shiva carries the meaning of "silent", Rudra is "howler", both being two sides of the same god.
The Rigveda scripture describes Rudra as follows: "Radiant like the sun, bright like gold". Therefore he also carries the characteristics of a Sun and Light God.
Rudra descended near the city of Rishikesh, India, in the early morning. 2 hours after his descent, the Sixth Campione, Adam Victory, confronted him.
The battle shook the heavens, but was brief. Rudra, as an archery deity, was reported using arrows that carried the power of the sun, however he was killed by an Authority of the Sixth Campione, which according to the report, "lit up the sky". The result was a large incinerated area, which I presume to have been the Authority of the God Balor usurped by the Campione the first time he killed a Heretic God.
It is unknown which Authority was usurped from the Heretic God Rudra, but it is presumed to be related to a bow, as the Sixth Campione has been seen wielding a bow since this moment.
— Report made by the White Hime-Miko, Alice Louise, former leader of the Council of Wise Men and current advisor to the Wittenagemot.
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One year later.
Venice, Italy.
Venice, the city of water, was a dreamscape, with its winding canals, arched bridges, and historic buildings reflecting in the calm waters.
The morning sun cast a golden glow on the Gothic and Renaissance buildings, while gondolas glided smoothly through the canals, steered by gondoliers in striped shirts and straw hats.
In the heart of the city, a hotel rose with discreet elegance. The façade, a mixture of marble and glass, reflected the splendor of Venice, while the interior exuded luxury and sophistication. Polished marble floors, crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling, and the decoration in shades of gold and cream created an atmosphere of subtle opulence.
Panoramic windows offered breathtaking views of the canals and bustling streets, providing guests with a truly unique experience.
In the master suite, Adam Victory awoke to the soft murmur of water and the distant song of birds.
The room was spacious, decorated with dark wood furniture, heavy velvet curtains, and impeccable white linen sheets. He stretched, his tense muscles relaxing as he yawned slightly. The morning sun filtered through the half-open curtains, casting a soft glow on his tanned skin.
Adam sat on the edge of the bed, running his hands through his messy hair and stretching his arms above his head.
It had been over a year since he had come to this world. And his change was visible. He had become irresistible, tall and imposing. He possessed a perfectly sculpted physique, with defined muscles and a brute strength that emanated from every movement. His athletic build, the result of rigorous training and constant battles, was a work of art.
His face was divine, strong and well-defined features shaping his expression. His eyes, a deep vibrant blue, shone with an intensity that seemed to penetrate the soul of anyone who dared to meet his gaze. They were windows to a sharp mind and an unshakeable spirit, carrying a mixture of wisdom and mystery.
His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, giving him a slightly disheveled, but undeniably charming appearance.
His lips, well-defined and often curved into an enigmatic smile, were the final touch that completed his extraordinary face.
However, more than his physical appearance, it was the aura he emanated that truly captured attention.
After a year of being a Demon King, someone with undeniable authority, he possessed a commanding presence and an intrinsic nobility that needed no words to be perceived. His confident posture, determined gaze, and firm tone of voice, everything about him exuded power and authority—making any woman have favorable feelings with extreme ease. He was the kind of man who could command armies as well as conquer hearts, all with the same ease and grace.
He took a deep breath, absorbing the serenity of the moment, before hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening. Lavinia Reni appeared, wrapped only in a white towel that barely covered her sculpted curves. Her still-damp blonde hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and drops of water trickled down her glistening skin.
Her sapphire blue eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and challenge as she crossed the room with graceful steps. The towel embraced her slender figure, highlighting her slim waist and long legs. The silhouette of her body, sensual and irresistible, was like a living work of art, each movement exuding a natural magnetism.
"Good morning, my king," Lavinia greeted with a soft smile, her eyes meeting his. "I hope I didn't wake you."
Adam raised an eyebrow, a lazy smile curving his lips.
"I think waking up like this is a privilege," he replied, his eyes sweeping over her body with evident appreciation.
Lavinia laughed softly, picking up a hairbrush from the dresser. "You always know what to say," she said, as she began to untangle her hair.
The atmosphere was charged with a quiet intimacy, a silent dance between desire and affection.
Adam stood up and went to the bedroom window and opened it, feeling the fresh air against his face, he smiled slightly. His mind recalled his last battles against the Dwarves and Rudra, he had usurped an authority from the dwarves and one from Rudra, he trained both to the fullest.
He watched the morning sun reflect on the waters of the Venice canals.
The silence was comfortable, broken only by the soft sound of the water and the distant murmur of the city.
Suddenly, he felt a soft, familiar touch. Lavinia approached from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist in a warm and intimate gesture, resting her small, delicate hands on his defined abdomen. Wearing a light blue blouse that enhanced the color of her sapphire eyes, and short shorts that left her slender legs exposed, she exuded a mixture of elegance and simplicity. Her blonde hair was now dry, cascading softly around her shoulders.
She rested her head on his shoulder, inhaling his comforting scent.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked in a gentle tone, her voice soft as a whisper, carrying a hint of curiosity.
Adam smiled slightly, resting one of his hands on hers, which were intertwined around his waist.
"Just reflecting..." he replied, turning slightly to face Lavinia. His vibrant blue eyes met hers, and for a moment, he remembered how he had grown closer to the girl in recent months.
His mind recalled the special moment in the snowy mountains of Yakutsk, Russia. He clearly remembered that magical night, when he and Lavinia found shelter in a secluded cabin, surrounded by the white blanket of snow falling gently outside. The biting cold outside contrasted with the cozy warmth inside the cabin, where a fireplace crackled, casting a golden light and dancing shadows on the wooden walls.
That night, while the snowstorm howled outside, the two had sealed their relationship. After hesitant months, they had the courage to take the next step. That day, there was a quiet intimacy, a connection that deepened over the hours they spent together, isolated from the outside world.
Sitting in front of the fireplace, wrapped in blankets, the growing warmth between them came not only from the flames, but from the undeniable chemistry that grew with each exchanged glance, each soft touch. He remembered how Lavinia looked like an angel under the soft light of the fire, with her golden hair falling in waves around her face, and her sapphire eyes shining with a mixture of nervousness and desire. It was a moment of vulnerability and surrender. When their lips first met, there was a gentle urgency, a passion that slowly consumed them. They surrendered to the mutual attraction, and that night, under the protective mantle of the cabin, they had their first time.
Every touch, every sigh, was etched in his memory as a moment of pure magic, a turning point that solidified what they both felt.
From that moment on, their relationship blossomed. What began as an intense friendship evolved into something deeper, a bond that no storm, literal or figurative, could break. For him, that night in the mountains of Yakutsk was not just a physical act, but a communion of souls, a beginning of something that promised to be lasting.
"Reflecting on what?" Lavinia insisted, her smile soft as she looked at him fondly.
Adam didn't answer her question, or rather, he answered with an action. He leaned in slowly, bringing his face closer to hers. His vibrant blue eyes fixed on her sapphires as his strong arm wrapped around Lavinia's flexible and soft waist. With a smooth movement, he pulled her closer, taking her lips with desire. Lavinia closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment. The touch of Adam's lips, warm and firm, made her body tremble slightly. When their tongues met, an indescribably wonderful feeling ran through every cell of her being, spreading like a wave of heat that left her breathless. She couldn't help it, she sucked his tongue with an almost instinctive eagerness, as if she wanted to absorb all the intensity of that moment.
The heat between them increased with each passing second. The embrace became tighter, more passionate, as Adam's hands slid down Lavinia's back, exploring each curve with a silent reverence.
The desire radiating from both of them was palpable, transforming the air around them into a mist charged with electricity and fervor.
Breaths became irregular, panting, as their bodies seemed to merge into a single rhythm, synchronized by the passion that consumed them. The heat that erupted from within them was almost unbearable, a fire that burned with intensity, but also with an intoxicating sweetness that left them drunk.
Lost in the endless cycle of kisses and touches, they both completely lost track of time.
Amid the growing intensity of the moment, Adam felt an even stronger wave of desire overcome him. With a firm and agile movement, he lifted Lavinia into his arms, holding her wonderful ass with his hands, he carried her into the room and placed her gently against the bedroom wall. The impact was soft, but full of intention, and the muffled sound against the wall was the only witness to the fervor between the two.
Lavinia's body arched against his, her arms around Adam's neck as her legs wrapped around his waist. He held her ass firmly, keeping her in place, as their lips met again in an even deeper and more intense kiss. Her taste was addictive, and Adam couldn't get enough. Their tongues danced in a battle of desire, exploring and teasing, while their bodies pressed closer and closer.
The heat between them was suffocating, a fire that burned with every touch and every kiss. Adam's hands began to explore, moving up Lavinia's back, feeling the softness of her skin through the thin layer of fabric. He held her with a mixture of strength and delicacy, as if she were both an irresistible temptation and a treasure to be protected.
Lavinia moaned softly against his lips, her breath hitching as she felt the growing heat spreading throughout her body. Every fiber of her being was on fire, reacting to every touch, every caress. The cold wall against her back was a welcome contrast to the scorching heat radiating from Adam.
The kiss continued, with no end in sight, a whirlwind of passion and desire that consumed them completely. Adam wanted nothing more than to prolong that moment, to lose himself in the feeling of Lavinia in his arms, while the world around them crumbled, leaving only the two of them, trapped in a maelstrom of uncontrollable passion.
Adam stopped kissing her as he held her against the wall, squeezing her soft, toned ass. His eyes met hers and he spoke, "I was thinking about our next date. Want to take a walk around Venice with me?"
"I'd love to, amore mio," Lavinia smiled, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. When she was excited, she sometimes spoke in Italian.
"Let's have breakfast first." Adam rolled his eyes at this girl's cuteness, he gave her a soft peck and let her go. When he was about to turn around and start walking, Lavinia pulled him in for another quick kiss and followed him excitedly.
The two left the hotel; the morning air in Venice was fresh and pleasant.
The couple walked side by side along the cobblestone streets, appreciating the city's unique architecture and the sound of the canal waters. They made their first stop at the famous Caffè Florian, located in St. Mark's Square. With its historic decor and elegant atmosphere, the café provided the perfect setting for a peaceful start to the day.
Sitting at an outdoor table, they enjoyed a breakfast of espresso, fresh croissants, and fruit. The conversation between them was light and relaxed, with Adam commenting on the beauty of the place and Lavinia laughing at the little quirks they encountered around them.
After coffee, the couple continued their stroll through the bustling streets of Venice, exploring craft shops and fashion boutiques. Lavinia tried on a few dresses while Adam watched her with a satisfied smile, occasionally giving his opinion on what he thought was prettiest. They bought souvenirs, including an intricately decorated Venetian mask, and delighted in the small pleasures of discovering each corner of the city.
At noon, they decided to have lunch at Venice's most expensive restaurant, Quadri, also in St. Mark's Square. The refined atmosphere and spectacular view created the ideal atmosphere for an unforgettable lunch. The couple savored sophisticated dishes such as octopus carpaccio and squid ink risotto, accompanied by a local white wine. The conversation flowed naturally, with both sharing stories and laughing at small memories.
After a long and satisfying lunch, Adam and Lavinia decided to part ways for the rest of the afternoon. Lavinia wanted to explore some art galleries and had some business to attend to regarding the Millennium organization, while Adam had a matter to deal with. They said goodbye with a quick kiss, promising to meet again in the evening.
Adam walked the streets of Venice, following a familiar path to a discreet, but respectable blacksmith shop owned by the [Millennium] in the city. The modest façade hid the importance of the place. He entered the establishment, greeting the blacksmiths with a nod before addressing the master blacksmith, ready to discuss what needed to be done.
Upon entering the Millennium's blacksmith shop, Adam was immediately enveloped by an aura of mysticism that emanated from the environment. The space was lit by a soft light filtering through tall, narrow windows, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls worn by time. The air was impregnated with the scent of hot metal and exotic herbs, a fragrance that blended the ancient with the modern.
The smithy was empty except for him. The silence was broken only by the occasional sound of a gentle breeze passing through the space, causing small bells hanging on silk cords to tinkle softly. Along the walls, sturdy wooden shelves were filled with a myriad of magical items, each with its own history and purpose.
A cat's footsteps were stored in small glass vials, each containing a silvery essence that seemed to slip and disappear, as if the steps themselves were moving within the vial. Next to it, a small aquarium housed the breath of a fish, crystalline bubbles floating in the greenish liquid, emitting an ethereal glow that seemed to contain the vitality of the ocean.
On a central shelf, a crystal jar contained tears of an owl, opaque drops that seemed to absorb the surrounding light, symbolizing wisdom and mystery. Next to it, yellowish teeth of a troll were arranged in a precise row, each with a slight green aura that emanated raw, wild power.
Higher up, a set of delicate vials held the roots of a rootless vine, its curled tendrils seemingly alive, pulsing slightly with latent energy. These unique artifacts emanated an earthy, sweet smell, as if they had been plucked from an enchanted world.
In the center of the smithy, a workbench was impeccably organized, with forged metal tools and precious stones meticulously spread out. However, next to them, there was a set of incomplete molds and weapons that hinted at ongoing projects, each incorporating elements of these mystical artifacts, waiting to be imbued with power.
Adam walked slowly through the space, his footsteps echoing softly on the stone floor. He lightly ran his fingers over the vials and containers, feeling the pulsating energy of each item, remembering what he went through to obtain each of these items, which were only possible with the help of his authority usurped from the dwarves.
The [Dwarf's Forge], that was the name he gave to the authority he obtained from Durinn and Motsognir, the creators of marvels, the first two dwarves of Norse mythology, the race famed for being blacksmiths and craftsmen who forged Mjolnir, Gungnir, Laevatein, Tyrfing, Draupnir, and so on. They were unparalleled in any mythology.
This Authority has two capabilities. The first is the ability to forge his own weapons or items, possessing the knowledge of how to create them and the ability to imbue runes with desired effects on them, granting them powers equal to those of legends and myths. He could also analyze any weapon or item without exception with just a casual glance, including divine weaponry or items. There was nothing in this matter that he couldn't analyze, and then, this authority creates a [Blueprint] to reforge such a thing...
If it's something he invented himself, it creates a [Blueprint] to forge. Making it possible to do anything he desires…
The [Blueprints], as he called them, were etched in his mind.
This was the limitation of his authority. He couldn't create items out of thin air just by snapping his fingers. It would require a lot of work and the right ingredients, like the teeth of an owl or the steps of a cat, to be able to forge something resembling the legends he knew. Fortunately, the [Dwarf's Forge] also showed him the way to get the ingredients and gave him the ability to get them in basically any world. There were no limitations...
The second aspect is that it is possible to summon all the items and weapons that the dwarves had forged in Norse mythology, granting a gigantic arsenal at his disposal, ranging from Thor's Mjolnir, Frey's magical ship, Freya's Brisingamen gold necklace, among many others. From what he learned training with this authority, the items and weapons were stored in some kind of dimensional storage that he called [Inventory], since he was able to store mundane things inside it as well. Its space was literally infinite.
After taking a look at the various items as he remembered his authority, he took a deep breath and focused on what he would do today.
Adam headed to the central forge, where the fire burned intensely, fueled by a mixture of enchanted coals and sacred wood. The glow of the flames reflected on his face, highlighting the determination in his eyes. He activated his authority, [Dwarf's Forge], channeling the essence of the oldest forging techniques and merging magic with metal.
On the workbench, the materials needed to create the Pinaka bow, a weapon from Hindu mythology, were laid out.
The wood of the bow was carved from the trunk of a celestial tree, strong enough to withstand the tension of divine power. Next to it, filaments of pure gold extracted from Mount Meru gleamed, ready to be used as the bowstring. Several impossible items were under the workbench, teeth of an owl, snake feet, and all sorts of things that no one would believe existed.
Adam began to work, heating the sacred wood in the forge until it was pliable enough to be shaped. With precise and expert movements, he bent the wood into the shape of a perfect bow, his body moving with the fluidity of someone born to forge.
With the bow's structure formed, he moved on to the next step. He melted the gold from Mount Meru in an enchanted cauldron, mixing it with stardust collected from an ancient asteroid. The golden liquid glowed intensely, pulsing with an almost living energy. Carefully, he molded the metal into thin strings, braiding them to create a line that was as resistant as it was beautiful.
As the bow and string began to take shape, Adam focused on imbuing the weapon with the essence of strength and precision. He drew ancient runes along the wood of the bow, each symbol engraved with millimeter precision. These runes would channel the power of the celestial winds, ensuring that every arrow fired by the Pinaka was guided with divine accuracy.
When he was almost finished with his work, he murmured the incantation:
"I strike while the iron is hot, with the metal of the earth and the fire of the heavens, I forge a new treasure worthy of the Gods themselves!"
The space around him seemed to vibrate with each word, as if the very air recognized the power that was being invoked.
A glow covered the bow, illuminating the entire smithy.
The legendary bow [Pinaka] or [Ajagava], the most famous bow associated with Rudra (Shiva). This bow is a symbol of his ability to destroy evil and restore cosmic order. It has been mentioned in texts such as the Shiva Purana and even in the Mahabharata. It was the bow Shiva used to defeat demons and divine beings.
Its appearance was incredible, possessing intricate ornamental details, with divine inscriptions alongside images of gods and mythological creatures engraved on its surface. It could be called a longbow—its string was made of a transparent thread.
After checking the forged weapon after several months of searching for the necessary items, he smiled slightly. It truly was a bow worthy of his usurped authority from Rudra.
The authority he called [Rudra's Arrow] could now be used with maximum efficiency; he needed a bow to use it. This [Authority] allows him to fire arrows carrying different characteristics, such as wind, water, lightning, and the golden arrow that carries the power of the sun when launched. It can take the appearance of a sword of fire and light.
The reason he made Shiva's bow was basically due to the Rigvedic deity Rudra, who, although associated with wind, storm, and hunting, is also considered a synonym for the Hindu god Shiva, who is often depicted with three eyes symbolizing the Sun, the Moon, and Fire. He felt that the authority would be better used with the [Pinaka] than with any other bow.
How did he have the ability to forge such a legendary weapon without ever having laid eyes on it? Well, his [Dwarf's Forge] authority was a bit of a cheat. He had the idea, and it created the [Blueprint], but he doubted it compared to the original weapon. It was more like an infinitely close copy of the real thing than something original—it was a limitation. He couldn't reforge weapons from myths and legends he'd never seen into something identical to the original. He could only forge a copy at best, which is displeasing and very difficult. It took months to make something like this…
Adam picked up the [Pinaka], his heart beating faster. With a thought, he stored it in his [Inventory] before pondering his next project.
The [Usurpation Circle] that Pandora used to give authorities to a Campione. It was used to plunder authority from the corpse of a slain god. This divine tool is something that can only be activated by a certain condition, that you must offer the life of the god you killed by your own strength as a sacrifice. It was basically a great ritual magic condensed into an item, a small black disc, with the symbol of a dragon being pierced by a sword, which absorbs the power, spins, and then distributes it to the foolish children.
The last time he visited Pandora after killing Rudra, he saw the item and his [Dwarf's Forge] authority created a blueprint. Although it is very difficult to reforge the tool, he could still make his own version. That was his plan...
Although his current life was wonderful and he was enjoying it with a beautiful and hot girlfriend, he wanted the thrill of living what he always dreamed of, to become invincible while adventuring out there. So, he always sought strength, never stopped training and seeking knowledge. This goal never changed, even though he himself had changed over the course of this year.
When he decided to act on impulse and kill the Heretic Gods he saw when he came to this world, he had already made up his mind.
He would reach the apotheosis of the world.