The life of Alex is flipped on its head as a single incident changes everything. Where she goes from being just like everybody else, to being like nobody else. Moving across the country to Alaska she begins to dream of gods, giants and monsters. Her strength and speed now beyond human, how will she navigate this new life? And what is she!

The Norse gods got wiped out says who watch as a young man Brings the Norse gods back to its rightful place as one of the most powerful religions in the world

The Norse Gods are real. Ragnarok has begun. But it is not as the legends said, for it is not the end but a new beginning. As the Gods fade they shall choose their successors, new gods to take up their mantle and sit upon the golden thrones of Asgard. Follow the journey of Thor's successor as he fights to survive in the new world that Earth has become. The Legends are real. So are the monsters.

After a summer spent trying to prevent a catastrophic war among the Greek gods with her friends, Y/N Y/L/N finds her school year quite nice. Except for having her mind occupied with her friends being the new couple in camp, nothing else has been bothering her. While she tried her best to keep her feelings in check, somehow the few photos sent by Annabeth of them together, made her feel worse.

But things don't stay quiet for long. she soon discovers there is trouble at Camp Half-Blood: the magical borders that protect Half-Blood Hill have been poisoned by a mysterious enemy, and the only safe haven for demigods is on the verge of being overrun by mythological monsters.

Now Y/N and her friends must retrieve the Golden Fleece from the Island of the Cyclopes by the end of the summer or Camp Half-Blood will be destroyed. Feelings seem to get mixed up with the new couple in the group, along with the revelation of a heart-wrenching secret.

When the era of qi and evolution returned, a modern-day salted fish, Xiao Heiyu (晓黑雨), decided to become a real xiao heiyu (小黑鱼) after accidentally becoming his phone.

[You have Unlimited Global Roaming. Public Global Sea Monsters Chat Room has been created.]

Xiaoyu: This dream is a little strange zzz...

Months later, in a seaside village-

"Ah! Sea monster!"

Xiaoyu (with an additional sea monster army) : I'm hungry. Give me all of your food or I will- Zzz...

CP: Overpowered Ocean Spirit Gong/ Secretly a fish, Lazy Shou

When the era of qi and evolution returned, a modern-day salted fish, Xiao Heiyu (晓黑雨), decided to become a real xiao heiyu (小黑鱼) after accidentally becoming his phone.

[You have Unlimited Global Roaming. Public Global Sea Monsters Chat Room has been created.]

Xiaoyu: This dream is a little strange zzz...

Months later, in a seaside village-

"Ah! Sea monster!"

Xiaoyu (with an additional sea monster army) : I'm hungry. Give me all of your food or I will- Zzz...

An addict to games and anime is transported to a world of pirates and sea monsters.
How can a miserable teenager survive so much chaos and death?

Maybe an akuma-no-mi will help you with that.



Everyone were separated from each others when the hordes of monsters came running towards them. Leo stick with Priscilla, he can't leave her or something dangerous might happen to her. The area was in a disarray different types of monsters were in such a scurry. They were running away from a something stronger than them. There were Cyclops, most often depicted as a giant with one eye, the cyclops (which means 'circle-eyed') first appeared in ancient Greek mythology. Somewhat lesser known than the classic Greek gods, the cyclopes lived in isolation and tended sheep or goats without any government, society, or community. While scorned for their lawlessness, it was the cyclopes who created Zeus' thunderbolts, Hades helmet which made the wearer invisible, Poseidon's trident, and Artemis' silver bow. So, we should give them some credit for their creativity. 

Minotaurs 

According to Greek myth, the Minotaur was the offspring of the queen of Crete and a majestic bull that came from the sea. The Minotaur had the body of a man with the head and tail of a bull. King Minos, was so horrified by this creation that he had a complicated maze called the Labyrinth built in order to imprison him. 

Griffins 

A hybrid of a lion and an eagle, the griffin was a powerful, majestic creature of ancient Egyptian and Persian mythology. Traditionally, griffins were depicted with the body, tail, and hind legs of a lion in addition to the head, wings, and talons of an eagle. However, sometimes, the art of griffins featured the creatures with lions front paws as well. In legend, griffins were guardians over great treasure and riches. 

Basilisks 

In European legend, the basilisk is a serpentine creature who, much like the Gorgons of Greek myth, can kill with one look. Basilisks, sometimes called the kings of serpents, are featured in literature, including works by Chaucer and Leonardo da Vinci, as well as religious texts such as the Bible. It was hypothesized that basilisks could be killed by subjecting them to the odor of weasels, griffins' tears, or seeing its own reflection. 

Hydras 

Another mythical creature from ancient Greece, the Hydra was depicted as a gigantic, snake-like monster with many heads, each of which could dispel acid. In mythological accounts, cutting off one of the Hydra's heads would result in two more growing into its place. Before his death at the hands of Hercules, the Hydra was known to terrify the people living in the marshes of Lerna. 

And many more mythical creatures. Leo were fighting them whilst Priscilla's got his back. 

Leviathan (/lɪˈvaɪ.əθən/; לִוְיָתָן, Līvəyāṯān) is a mythical creature with the form of a sea serpent in Judaism. It is referenced in several books of the Hebrew Bible, including Psalms, the Book of Job, the Book of Isaiah, and the Book of Amos; it is also mentioned in the apocryphal Book of Enoch. 

The Leviathan of the Book of Job is a reflection of the older Canaanite Lotan, a primeval monster defeated by the god Baal Hadad. Parallels to the role of Mesopotamian Tiamat defeated by Marduk have long been drawn in comparative mythology, as have been wider comparisons to dragon and world serpent narratives such as Indra slaying Vrtra or Thor slaying Jörmungandr. Leviathan also figures in the Hebrew Bible as a metaphor for a powerful enemy, notably Babylon (Isaiah 27:1). Some 19th century scholars pragmatically interpreted it as referring to large aquatic creatures, such as the crocodile. The word later came to be used as a term for great whale, and for sea monsters in general. (Source: Wikipedia) 

The kraken (/ˈkrɑːkən/) is a legendary sea monster of gigantic size and cephalopod-like appearance in Scandinavian folklore. According to the Norse sagas, the kraken dwells off the coasts of Norway and Greenland and terrorizes nearby sailors. Authors over the years have postulated that the legend may have originated from sightings of giant squids that may grow to 13–15 meters (40–50 feet) in length. The sheer size and fearsome appearance attributed to the kraken have made it a common ocean-dwelling monster in various fictional works. The kraken has been the focus of many sailors passing the North Atlantic and especially sailors from the Nordic countries. Throughout the centuries, the kraken has been a staple of sailors' superstitions and mythos. (Source: Wikipedia.) 

The two weren't in line of Leo's and Priscilla's sight when they first stepped in Warlock. Their rage cleared the trees and leaved nothing. The two gigantic sea creatures were having a dispute. Their fight was causing the other monsters to be drove away to all directions. Dragons and other flying monsters were like a fly getting smash to bits. So, instead of fighting back, small monsters would run away for their lives. 

The leviathan bit a chunk of the kraken's tentacles. It fought back, using the remaining usable tentacles, the kraken squeezed the shit out of the leviathan and threw it away from the sea. The leviathan flew to where Leo and Priscilla where. The monster noticed him right away. It immediately got up on attacked the two. 

"Watch out!" Leo evaded when it swung its tail. He leaped towards Priscilla, grabbed her by her waist and saved her from getting whack. He distanced himself from the leviathan before putting her down. She thanked him and focused on what was in front of them. 

A wyvern came flying towards them. It was crashed to death. Leo took the opportunity of reviving the dead wyvern. He brought it back to life, used the wyvern to flew around and plans to rendezvous with the others. If they're still alive. 

~ 

(Sorry for the chapter delays. Got so many things to do. But don't worry, I'll definitely publish a chapter. Thanks.)

Ever since gates and monsters appeared on Earth so is the people who can fight against them.

Leo, a high school graduate didn't took college, instead ventured on becoming a hunter to support his life and his brother's while looking for his dad.

But life isn't so great for everyone. Leo who had became a hunter found out that he was a 'defected hunter' who can't level up and was ranked as the weakest hunter.

Despite the circumstances, Leo didn't gave up until the opportunity itself came upon him.

Swoosh. 
The fire from the bracers has left the grove awash in a sea of flame. The trees are burning. The grass is burning. The webs are burning- webs that we were sent here to collect. Even if we can escape with our lives, the mission is over.
"Icarus!" Arion is galloping toward me. The remnants of the webbing that had bounded his legs together flake off in flames as he moves. "We have got to go. Climb on!"
I pull myself onto Arion's back and he dashes and dodges his way through the patches of the inferno. We are clear of the grove and turn to watch the spectacular failure of my first mission. 
I slide down off Arion's back. "It's gone. All of it. The webs. Arachne."
Arion tries to sound conciliatory, "We are alive. We have the information that the Norse monsters are in Greece. That has to get to Z. That we can still accomplish"
"If you say so," I reply, still feeling like a huge loser. "But without those webs does it even matter if the news gets back.
Before I can back climb on, a sweeping spider leg from behind me sends me tumbling across the ground. I look up to see Arachne standing there, her body covered in little patches of black burnt spots and smoldering.
"So you were after my webs?" Arachne's voice is full of venom. "I knew there was something extraordinary about them. Those that sent you will never get them and you will be dead. I think I may just take the Norseman up on his offer after all now."
Arion starts to run circles around Arachne as fast as he can creating a distraction allowing me to get away. It works for a few laps around her until she figures out the timing and swings a leg low along his path sending Arion tumbling head over leg over leg over leg over leg. He comes sliding to a stop on his back.
"Time to end your nuisance, Pegasus wanna be," Arachne says.
That was the wrong thing to say to Arion, giving the disdain I learned he carries for the feathered nag, as he called Pegasus. He pulls in his back legs and gives a mighty kick sending Arachne sprawling.
I have one tool left to use, the amphora from Hephaestus. He said it when opened it will pull into it whatever it is touched to. I race up to Arachne and uncork the bottle and touch it to one of her legs.
Just as advertised by Hephaestus, as soon as the amphora touched Arachne she was pulled inside. Not the webs they intended, but you got to work with what you got. Arion trots over and is in awe of what I accomplished.
"You have more than proved yourself capable, Icarus," Arion proudly says.
I am happy but don't share his assessment of my ability. "I don't know," I reply, "I feel kind of like I stumbled into this win."
Before either of us can say anymore, we hear the disturbing moaning sounds that heralds the approach of more Draugr. I climb onto Arion, "Time to show me what you got."
The next thing I know the countryside is passing by in a blur. I lose track of time as the miles between us and the grove grow long behind us. The events of the last days run through my head and I can't help but wonder just how this all happened to me.
Arion slows his pace and comes to stop in front of Chiron's cave. Standing next to Chiron is a person unknown to me. He stands at a medium height with short brown hair and a close cropped beard. The most shocking detail is that he has wings on his back. And not the kind that you construct as a do-it-yourself project with your father, but real wings.
Chiron steps forward, "Icarus, let me introduce you to the boss. This is Zephyrus, god of the West Wind, and the one who chose you for this mission."
I bow as Zephyrus speaks, "Icarus, you have completed a great service for Greece. I, along with the other winds, the Anemoi, are responsible for undertaking secret missions to keep Greece safe."
"Why me?" I ask. "Surely there are heroes to choose from other than me."
"The prophecy of the coming Norse," Zephyrus replies as he locks his gaze on me, "is tasked to you. The Fates have chosen you, the Son of the Sky."
Chiron beams proudly, "Icarus, welcome to the Agents of Olympus."
Arion nudges me with his head, "Come on Icarus. You deserve some rest." We start to walk away and he continues in a lower voice, "Zephyrus is the nicest of the four. When you meet the others you will see. Boreas can be a little icy, Notus is really hot headed, and Eurus tends to be turbulent."
I turn back to where the two stand and unhook the amphora from my belt. I toss it to Zephyrus. "Here is the prize you needed. Just be careful when you open it." 
Arion gives a conspiratorial neigh.

DanMachi

The Dragon's Return

(Author's Note:  Hi, everyone!  I figured I should try my hand at DanMachi.  Partially because of the upcoming season and movie that will be coming out soon, and partially because there is a D&D campaign I really need to write, but haven't really found the inspiration to finish the story.  Heh.  In either case, I hope that this goes well and that everyone enjoys reading this as much as I will writing it.  I hope you enjoy it!  (Also, please read the author's notes at the end of the story for any side notes I might include or words that may be considered unfamiliar.  Happy reading!)

Disclaimer:  I do not own Danmachi or anything related to it.  All rights and whatnot are reserved by their respective owners, and all relation is based on the copyright law of fair use.  Blah.

Chapter One

A Legend and an Old Friend

…

 Many ages ago, before there was Orario, or even the Tower Babel, which the city was built around; before the gods came down from Heaven and closed off the Dungeon that Babel was meant to seal, there was in the sight of the lesser races the mountain city of Celestia, which is the City of Heaven.  Before the Black Dragon came and defiled (1) Gaia, Heaven and Gaia were intermingled, and the world knew neither war nor death.  But the gods were disquiet, and in their hearts desired to see more than the paradise that all things shared.  And so the gods sought wisdom, and their wisdom turned to pride, and their pride turned to discord.

 From the discord that the gods had between them, they desired to rule over the lesser races and the world.  These races were made by the High God, and were pure in their hearts.  Now the High God made for the lesser races a command that blood be not shed between them, for though they were all of different kindreds, the races were kin in the eyes of the High God.  So some of the gods, who grew evil in their discord, planted a tree that bore golden (2) apples, and deceived the lesser races, claiming that they would become gods as they were and enter into Celestia.  And it was then that the lesser races desired to see the High God and the throne at the top of the Celestial Mountain, and took the apples and ate.

 Thus the discord that planted and watered the tree of the golden apples was planted in the hearts of the lesser races, and blood was shed between them in the sudden hate that they bore between each other.  And so it was that the High God knew of the evil that was done in Gaia, and cursed the gods that rebelled and the blood that stained the world.  From that blood, Gaia opened her mouth, and Sheol (3) was formed in her depths, and the High God commanded Gaia to punish the lesser races for their part in defiling her.  Monsters ever after came from the depths Sheol to drag the children of the lesser races into it.  But, for the gods that rebelled, the High God cast them from the Celestial Mountain, and caused them to become monsters more terrible and fouler than any creature that would ascend from Sheol: dragons; and He sent them far away to the North. (4)  But for the chief rebels of the gods, the High God cursed into the most terrifying of the dragons: the Black Dragon, the Behemoth, and the Leviathan.  Yet, it is said amongst the gods that did not rebel that one other god was cursed, but she, being the most powerful of the rebels, and the planter of the evil tree that marred Gaia was named Enyo Eris: the Golden Serpent, the Dragon of Light, and the Destroyer. (5)

 This is ever our secret shame, for we gods have cursed all races to fight Sheol, the Dungeon, until one is completely destroyed.  And I am sorry, Bell, that you must take part in it.

…

 It was mid-afternoon and raining in Orario the day an old man, clad in dark grey robes, bearing a silver staff that bore a seven-pointed star as its crown came to city.  He wore a hood upon his head that covered much of the sight of his face, as he gazed ever downward as he moved.  He moved quickly, for an old man, and his white beard that came down to his waist swung side to side, catching the drops of warm rain that graced the city in its summer season.  When he did raise his face, however, he would reveal the astonishing blue eyes that the hood kept hidden from the people of the city.  Any who saw those eyes felt fear, for they seemed to see deep within the hearts, minds, and souls of those who dared.  Yet, he made no act of hostility towards any, despite the fears of those who took the chance to gaze upon his eyes.

 Eventually, his quick paced movements found him in front of a three-story mansion that had a fence of iron around it for protection against possible thieves.  The old man chuckled to himself and lightly touched the iron gate that opened up the way to the front door of the mansion with the star of his staff.  The large gate then trembled and parted open, making a screeching sound before the old man.  He smiled and walked through the gate before touching it in the same manner, and the gate closed behind him.  When he came to the door, which was wooden and embroidered with the image of a bell with flame behind it, however, he merely knocked on the door with the bottom of his staff.

 "Damn it, Bell!" the old man heard beyond the door the voice of what could have been a young woman in her late teens.  "How many times have I told you not to leave your keys here!  What if I wasn't home when you came back from the Dun--"

A short woman, with a childlike face but a rather well-endowed chest burst through the door.  She had blue eyes like the old man did, though her eyes were not quite as bright.  She also had long, jet-black hair that was arranged in twin tail set.

"—geon?" Her eyes widened as she looked up at the old man who completely dwarfed her in height.  "M-Michael?!"

 "Hello, Hestia," the old man smiled kindly.  "It has been a long time, hasn't it?"

 "I… I don't understand!" Hestia cried out nervously.  "What are you doing here, Michael?"

 "Oh?  Am I not allowed to see an old friend?" the old man returned to an unreadable face, his eyes narrowing at Hestia.

 "I know you don't go anywhere to simply see anyone," Hestia frowned as she spoke, though she spoke quietly.  "Michael, what are you doing in the Lower World?"

 "I think you can guess why I'm here, Hestia," Michael chuckled.  "You and the others should very well know why I go anywhere."

 "D-Does anyone else know you're here?" Hestia deepened her frown, fear entering her eyes with every second the old man stood before her.

 "I suspect not," Michael stroked his beard thoughtfully.  "Though I do confess the mortals have taken no love to my presence."

 "Nor would the gods," Hestia sighed and dragged Michael inside the mansion before anyone could see them together.  Quickly, once he was ushered in, she slammed the door shut and locked it. 

"May I make you some tea?"
 
"Ah, yes, that would be quite acceptable," Michael nodded, and Hestia led him to a dining table.  After she disappeared into the kitchen for a few minutes, she came back with a couple of tea cups and a kettle.

 "I'll ask again," Hestia mumbled after she poured the old man his tea and set it in front of him.  "… What are you doing in the Lower World?"
 
"I wonder about that," the old man smiled and took a sip of the tea.  "Does my presence trouble you that much, Hestia?"
 
"More than you could know," Hestia sighed softly as a frown returned to her beautiful face.  "The Captain of the Helen (6) Legion of Celestia is in my home!"
 
"You make me sound rather scary," Michael chuckled.
 
"Only a fool wouldn't be terrified of you," Hestia watched the old man carefully.  "I think we both know you took the form you have now simply to mask what you actually are."
 
"The High God restricted my power and bade me to put on the raiment of the Gaia, as He did to you and the others," Michael smiled before he took another sip of his tea.
 
"But you can go back to the City of Heaven as you wish," Hestia glared at Michael.  "The other gods and I can only return to Celestia if we are slain."
 
"Yes, I may come and go as I please," Michael nodded, "but I still have my limits.  My powers in the Lower World are far more diminished simply because I am not allowed to interfere too much or dominate the wills of the mortals."
 
"And yet you walk through the unseen world," Hestia muttered.  "You have tread Celestia, the physical world, and the spirit realm!  You have no actual limits like I do!"
 
"Ah, now I understand the reason for your bitterness!" Michael nodded.  "You are angry that you can not use more of your powers in order to help your mortals."
 
"If I had your power, the Dungeon would be destroyed," Hestia grumbled.

 "It wouldn't be divine punishment if you and the others destroyed the Dungeon yourselves, would it?" Michael smiled.  "Besides, even if you were given back your powers, it wouldn't be enough to take down Enyo."

 Hestia flinched at the name and looked down in despair, tears welling in her eyes.  "Is… is there really nothing we could have done?"
 
"Zeus and Hera were defeated, and they had more power than any of you so-called 'gods,'" Michael stroked his beard slowly.  "To the Far North, Odin (7) has been struck down by the dragons.  Thor (8) has made his attempt at mounting regroup and defense of (9) Asgard, but he is quickly losing numbers.  The adventures of Asgard need aid from Orario, I imagine."
 
"Orario is not as strong as Asgard!" Hestia frowned.  "Even if we do have an adventurer ranked at level seven, and a few ranked at level six, Orario does not have the number of first-class adventures that Asgard does!"
 
"Even if that is true, Asgard does not have much of a choice," Michael argued calmly.  "Orario has the numbers that Asgard needs."
 
"So, ask Ares!" Hestia cried.  "He has more than enough soldiers to hold the dragons back!"
 
"Enough soldiers, yes," Michael nodded.  "But, none of those soldiers are powerful enough to contain those dragons.  You know what they actually are.  Not even the Dungeon has such power inside it, with the exception of Enyo."

 "The Dungeon has enough power to overrun the world if its seal were ever broken," Hestia mumbled with despair.  "The dragons of the far North are powerful, I agree, but they are few in number."

 "And the Ancient Dragons, those fallen gods, are fewer," Michael said bluntly.  "Yet, they will still be an unstoppable force against forces of Asgard and all the world if they are not stopped.  If they reach Orario, their power will break the seal of the Dungeon regardless if Enyo reveals herself or not.  Their forces combined?  Only the intervention of the High God would stop their wrath."

 "Then why not petition Celestia?" Hestia trembled under Michael's gaze.

 "Those still in Heaven?" Michael stroked his beard.  "I imagine your kin loves their excitement too much to lift their fingers to save the Lower World.  Still, the Legions of the High God have been watching carefully."
 
"But you won't do anything," Hestia's heart sank as she trembled even more.  But Michael simply smiled at the beautiful goddess.

 "I'm doing something now," Michael replied before taking a sip of his tea.  "I'm warning my friend.  Let not your heart be troubled.  It is not your Familia I will be directing to Asgard."

 Hestia felt tremendous relief when she heard those words.  Bell would not have to fight a futile war against an enemy that rivaled the gods in raw power.  Yet, she still felt fear in bottom of her heart.  Seeing Michael only meant that doom would come shortly after, and that doom often meant death.  When he was not presiding over the Helen Legion, he traveled the spirit realm to collect the dead.  When he was not collecting the dead, and he most often was, he would show himself to mortals to warn of coming disasters.  Always Michael would disappear almost as soon as he would appear, and always would that disaster come and mortals would have no memory of him.  But the gods remembered, and feared his wanderings more than all monsters of world combined.
 
When Hestia was a young goddess, and still dwelt in Celestia, she would see Michael to hear of the stories of his travels and those of mortals.  She always loved his adventures and hoped that she could one day form a Familia to share the stories of their adventures with him.  Even though her Familia had done wonders already, it was still small and she thought she couldn't yet compare to the stories Michael brought to her.  Mortals fascinated her, and she had grown to love them through Michael's stories.  But Bell she fell in love with, and she refused to lose him to the doom that followed Michael's footsteps.
 
"Michael," Hestia started slowly, "why did you come see me first if you were going to find a different Familia to go to Asgard?"

 "Why?" Michael echoed.  He smiled mysteriously before standing from the chair.  He gripped his staff and it seemed to Hestia that the room grew darker as he grew taller.  But, when he reached his full height, the light came back to the room as quickly as it had fled.  "My dear Hestia, you are the Lady of Hearth and Home.  If the mortals cannot depend upon you for rest and warmth in the days ahead, then their doom shall be cold, lonely, and bitter."
 
And after his words passed his lips, he tapped the end of his staff upon the floor and vanished from Hestia's sight.  Slowly, the goddess slipped from her chair and sank to her knees.  Tears formed in her eyes as she clenched her fists on the floor.

"No….  Don't take him," she whispered to the now lonely room.  "Don't take Bell away from me."

…

1.  Gaia: In Greek mythology, Gaia was mother of the Titans and grandmother of the Greek gods.  She is also called "Mother Earth."

2. a.  The Golden Apples: In Greek mythology, the "golden apple" was a fruit made by the Greek gods (Eris, in particular) and protected by a multiheaded dragon known as the Hydra.  Hercules defeated this monster and obtained the apple as one of his quests for the atonement of slaughtering his family.  Later, this apple was used by Eris in order to start a chain of events that led to the Trojan War.
b.  In Judeo-Christian text, the "forbidden fruit" was the instrument by which humanity was cut off from God/paradise.  Interestingly enough, the ancient Hebraic word for "apple" and the word for "evil" were similar.

3. Sheol: A Hebrew word for "the grave."  Sheol is believed to be where souls go after death.  Even though the word is also known to mean "the abyss," Sheol is more related to the Roman Catholic concept of "Purgatory," otherwise known as a "limbo."  When the Hebrew Bible was translated into Greek after Alexander's conquest of the ancient world, Sheol became the word "Hades."  While Hades also means "the grave," or, "land of the dead," it took on the more fearful meaning of the word "hell," or "prison."

4. In Judeo-Christian text, "the North" was where Satan made his throne in the world.  The text suggests that it was in the furthest north of the world.  The text also highly suggests that Satan was draconic in appearance, some text often associating him with the Leviathan, calling him a "sea serpent."  In this text, of course, Satan is painted as having the desire to rule over the world out of sheer envy.

5. a.  Enyo Eris:  Enyo and Eris are two different goddesses in Greek mythology but are of a similar domain.  The two were part of a group of three that were all ruling over the domain of war, the third being the Greek god "Victor."  Eris was considered the goddess of discord, and Enyo was simply a goddess of war.  While it is obvious what Victor was associated with, Eris and Enyo were slightly more obscure.  Eris did not require war as part of her primary domain, but anything that would require people at odds with one another, meaning she delighted in any form of chaos.  Enyo, however, wanted war for the sake of war.  Her delight was in bloodshed and the ruin of all things.  In theory, while Eris was certainly the more cunning and manipulative, Enyo was clearly the crueler and eviler.  While, of course, Victor was associated with war as his primary domain, it could be said that order was his true domain through "survival of the fittest."  This idea also applies to the concept of "peace through strength," as achieving peace was victory in and of itself.
b.  In Judeo-Christian text, Satan is referred to as an angel of light, ("Lucifer" being the Hebraic word for the meaning,) a devourer, and "the destroyer."  However, unlike Enyo of Greek mythology, Satan delights in the destruction of all things through manipulation rather than destroying everything simply because it is there.  It is interesting to note, however, that Hebraic text paints Satan, when calling him the "devil," as a kind of prosecuting attorney, wanting the destruction of souls by naming off evil deeds.

6. "Helen" is the Greek word for "Greek."  In Judeo-Christian text, the angel, Michael, was referred to as a supernatural military leader who was the assigned spiritual steward-regent over Greece.

7. Odin is the king of the Norse gods.  According to Norse mythology, he sacrificed one of his eyes to obtain knowledge and wisdom.  He got what he wanted, but he also received the knowledge that the Norse gods (and the world) were doomed die at the hands of the evil Frost Giants.  Odin is associated with ravens, one of the wisest of birds.

8. Thor is the son of Odin in Norse mythology.  He was the wielder of the divine hammer, Mjöllnir, which is the most feared weapon in Norse mythology.  Thor and his hammer are associated with thunder.

9. "Asgard," in Norse mythology, is the city of the Norse gods.  It is also the highest branch of Yggdrasil, "The World Tree," which separates the cosmos into nine realms.  From Asgard, Odin could see all of the activities of the nine realms.

Orario is not the only city to stand facing the threat of monsters.  To the far North, the ancient city of Asgard stands vigil over the Dragon Valley, home of powerful monsters like that in the Dungeon itself.  With the death of Odin, and the destruction of the Odin Familia, certain powers both within the Lower World and outside the Lower World are moving.  And in the center of it all, Bell Cranel must become the hero he has always dreamed to be.

 "Oh, just too beautiful! I can't imagine how pretty this Swan Maiden is. In all honesty, I am kinda regretting having married so early."
 Andre continued to babble away. Of course, his eyes were still opened wide as he stared at the wall beside him.
 "Alright, if I manage to see your wife, I will make sure to convey your intentions to her."
 Wei Xiao Bei smiled wickedly at Andre and he immediately felt a cold sweat run down his back. He had no doubt meant what he said, and his wife was no gentlewoman!
 "My god! No! You can't do this! Angela will kill me! You don't know this, but her father runs a slaughterhouse!"
 Andre started to ramble on endlessly after being shocked by Wei Xiao Bei's words.
 Well, he still managed to understand some of what he was saying.
 His wife was called Angela, her father was the boss of a slaughterhouse and so Angela knew how to butcher cows as well!
 A whole new image of Andre's wife appeared in Wei Xiao Bei's mind.
 A plump and muscular European lady chasing behind Andre with a cleaver in hand as she shouted: "I'll kill you! You cheater!"
 It was understandable that this was the image he had.
 Perhaps because of their physique or the diet of their people, most European women tend to become plumper as they aged.
 Can you imagine a golden-haired beauty turning into a plump woman after the age of thirty-five?
 Of course, this was all in Wei Xiao Bei's mind and hardly reflective of the truth.
 "If that's the case, then behave yourself."
 He replied with a smile and threw a piece of roast meat to Andre.
 Even though Andre had always been carried around without moving much himself, he was still starving. There was even a possibility he might be kicked out of the Dust World if he fainted.
 One had to admit, Andre was a total wimp in his eyes now.
 Even though he had a muscular body and an impressive beard, Wei Xiao Bei was certain he was not the dominant one in his relationship.
 Kashmir couldn't help but sigh lightly as she listened to their exchange. She looked at her flat plains and became somewhat dejected.
 Well, it was just the emotional outburst of the little fairy.
 In the end, Wei Xiao Bei covered the swan maiden with his clothes.
 If he didn't do so, it might be a little too stimulating when he carried her over his shoulder.
 The party did not run into many encounters for the journey that came after. Perhaps it was due to the tree branch falling, but the monsters living on the World Tree became especially cautious.
 No fights had broken out, even when they ran into a thirty-meter-long worm.
 Wei Xiao Bei didn't want to create more trouble, as the worm appeared to be a herbivore.
 Of course, the difference in power was probably the main deterrent.
 If he was only 2-Star, the worm would probably not give up on the chance to change up its diet.
 Indeed, the creature rank of the worm should be 3-Star Terror and above!
 The higher they went, the more 3-Star creatures there was.
 Fortunately, they had not run into any 4-Star creatures yet.
 Finally, after an entire week, Wei Xiao Bei felt something in his mind and hastened his steps. Kashmir also started shouting in excitement.
 Soon, as he opened up a half-obstructed tunnel with his spear, a trace of gray-white light pierced through the entrance of the tunnel.
 They had reached the top of the tree!
 He let out a breath of air and jumped out of the tunnel.
 It was the top of the tree!
 Above them was the gray-white sky and below them were the vast and boundless plains.
 Of course, the green plains weren't an actual plain, but a canopy made of countless giant tree leaves.
 Here, at the top of the World Tree, the leaves were unimaginably massive.
 Every leaf was over three thousand square meters in size and over ten meters in thickness. Even a Giant could run about on top of these leaves with how tough they were.
 In truth, if Wei Xiao Bei used all his strength, he could omly pierce a hole onto a leaf with the Divine White Mist Great Spear.
 Of course, he wouldn't do so if it wasn't necessary.
 He had a feeling that inflicting excessive damage to the World Tree would draw unnecessary trouble.
 Just as the party was admiring this beautiful scene that could not be found in the real world, a soft moan broke him out of his immersion.
 He didn't need to turn to look to know who the voice had come from.
 It was the swan maiden. It seemed like her life force was extremely resilient. Just a single drop of Secondary Spring Water of Youth had dragged her back from the brink of death.
 "She's awake! Awake! She's awake!"
 Andre started shouting excitedly as if he was an idiot.
 "I know!"
 Wei Xiao Bei wanted nothing more than to stuff a sock into this guy's mouth.
 "You're awake? Let's talk."
 He smiled as he sat beside the swan maiden. Of course, it might be because the swan maiden smelled really good.
 Zhu Xin Yi had the refreshing fragrance of a young woman, while the swan maiden had a deep, perfume-like fragrance that was not overpowering in the slightest. On the contrary, it was heartwarming to be around her.
 "Who are you? Who am I?"
 An unimaginable thing happened.
 The swan maiden had lost her memory!
 Though Wei Xiao Bei had seen plenty of examples of amnesia in the real world, people tend to have had to knock their heads for that to happen, right?
 You just had your blood sucked? Do you want to pretend like you lost your memory in front of me?
 Good joke!
 However, after a series of tests, he was shocked to find that the swan maiden was not pretending. She had lost her memory!
 Unbelievable!
 Wei Xiao Bei had intended to obtain some information on the Valkyrie through theswan maiden, then use [Deductive Reasoning] to obtain the full information.
 However, now that the swan maiden had lost her memory, [Deductive Reasoning] was not quite as useful.
 After all, the Valkyrie was no ordinary person! She was tremendously powerful!
 Judging from the information he currently had, the Valkyrie could be considered a true bloodline descendant of the Norse God Odin.
 Simply put, the Valkyrie was a god of the Nordic pantheon, just one of lower standing.
 Of course, the Nordic pantheon was not particularly mighty in Wei Xiao Bei's mind.
 To think that they, as gods of a world, would die! That was simply too unbelievable!
 Indeed, judging from the fact that even the swan maiden was a demi-god, the gods of the Nordic pantheon weren't exactly very powerful. They felt like a group of powerful humans. More accurately, they were just more intelligent Giants.
 Odin's father seemed to be some sort of Giant. Odin and his siblings killed their father, whose blood turned into the sea and whose back turned into the mountains, very much the myth of a Creator.
 At any rate, compared to the mythology of other pantheons, Norse mythology was a lot closer to reality.
 "Mm, your name is Babe. I'm your brother, he's my servant, Andre, and she's my friend Kashmir."
 Since this swan maiden had lost her memory, Wei Xiao Bei found the courage to just name the swan maiden.
 Of course, if this incident was posted on the web, he would probably get flamed to no ends. What a cute girl and you give her a name as lame as Babe?
 Meanwhile, Andre and Kashmir had no idea of Chinese naming conventions. They simply interpreted it as it was- babe, baby, as people tended to call the youngest child of the family. It wasn't a bad name as far as they knew.
 "Brother, where is this?"
 "Brother, look! There are so many birds there, why are they all flying away "
 Compared to the surface world that was covered by the World Tree, the canopy of the World Tree was filled with life. Some of the wider tree leaves were even coated with a layer of dirt, allowing other plants to grow healthily on them. This created an ecosystem full of other ordinary creatures.
 There were all sorts of critters such as birds, rabbits, and deers. Water had even accumulated on a leave with curved edges, making it appear like a lake. He even found fish in the water there.
 The troublesome thing was how curious the swan maiden Babe was. She was like a child that just learned how to speak, curious about everything she saw and having to ask about it. Wei Xiao Bei felt his head hurt.
 That said, this was solid evidence that the swan maiden had indeed lost all her memory.
 Of course, his favorite thing was Babe grabbing his arm tightly. The feeling of that softness pressing against his arm was so good that Wei Xiao Bei was embarrassed to even talk about it.
 After arriving at the top of the World Tree's canopy, the party walked toward the direction of the Bifrost according to the direction that Kashmir had chosen. It was a sightseeing trip for every one of them.
 With the pretty sights, a subordinate like Andre to spice things up and a beauty like Babe, it was a truly enjoyable experience. He almost didn't want the trip to end.
 Still, even the longest of journeys would conclude. 
 After a twelve-day long journey, Wei Xiao Bei saw the seven-colored radiance in front of him.
 Is that the Bifrost?
 He couldn't help but be excited.
 One of the most famous structures of Norse mythology, the Bifrost.
 It was the only path that connected to the residence of the Norse gods, crushed to pieces by the Giants during Ragnarok.
 Wei Xiao Bei was not counting on the Bifrost still existing. He wasn't here to sightsee but to see what treasures he could find.
 It would be good if the Bifrost was still in good condition. He could sneak into the residence of the Norse gods to see if there were any treasures. If the Bifrost had truly collapsed, then he would have no choice but to turn around.


One day, Wei Xiao Bei gets dragged into The Dust World, a post-apocalyptic world ruled by monsters from myths, legends, games, etc. He also gains the power to travel between it and the real world, as well as the power called the 'Status Panel'. With this power, he chooses to strengthen himself to explore the vast mysteries and terror of the other world. What mysteries await him? What is The Dust World?
Author's Synopsis:
What the hell is this? What the hell happened here?
How did my room become so ruined after a single night?
The floor and table were covered in dust, his new poster of Zhang Liang Ying that had just been posted on the wall a few days ago had already become yellow and tattered all over. Even Zhang Liang Ying’s beautiful face became monstrous as if an old devil was looking at him with a terrifying smile.
The walls were covered by a mist of cobwebs and the fruits placed on top of the coffee table were withered and rotted to the point that the mold on them had turned black. The fruits below even seemed to have turned into mush. The aluminium framed window that the landlord had just installed not that long ago was now covered in a layer of white ash and the glass was filled with cracks and covered in dust.
The computer beside his bed was also covered by cobwebs and was accompanied by an empty water glass with a withered worm inside of it.
Dust filled the air making Wei Xiao Bei choke as he tried to breathe.
Everything seemed to be ash gray without any light as if looking at television static.
After just one night, it seemed like everything in the room had aged for centuries or even millennia.
Mother… is this a dream?
This must be a dream!

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