General Council of the Zones — Asgard City
The silver glow of the trees shimmered under the light of the star.
Water ran through the green meadows filled with fire flowers.
It was not crystalline, but as if they were streams of diamonds.And on the horizon, the immensity of the world could be seen.
Colossal statues. Golden canvases, pyramids, temples.
And the surrounding buildings decorated everything with an ethereal beauty.
The floating city.
Valkyries rode across the firmament on Pegasus. The silver sky was filled with the faint light of blue stars and nebulas. Only the multicolored light of the Bifröst remained constant.
But at the epicenter of the divine city, one building stood out above all. Hundreds of statues lined up in columns guarded the central corridor.
They were the Remnants, or echoes of ancient eras.
The leader gods of all Zones, those who guard the continents, had gathered. A unified assembly… a council of gods.
And within it, the truth came to light:
"In the thousand years that have passed since the last time… no other immortal has arisen among humans."
Immediately, all attempted to trace the human. But the divine interface had no access.
Then the voices of the Zone leaders merged into one:
—"Bring the mirror of the Mother Goddess!"
The artisan gods carefully transported the object.
And then…
Silence.
Each one remained still.
Watching.
Reacting.
Remembering.
The great divine mirror of the Mother Goddesswas revealing the mortal that the divine system could not track.
The mirror…was held at the center of the assembly.
Zeus clenched his fists in frustration. He struck his golden seat and shouted:
Zeus: —"That mortal must die!"
Everyone glanced at him sideways.
But a voice among the gods raised what all feared:
—"That is not human…Perhaps we are witnessing an unknown incarnation."
A Zeus protested in anger:
Zeus: —"But he uses mana… not Existential power!
If he were an avatar at least, we would know if he had a glorified form."
Odin raised his hand calmly, intervening with wisdom:
Odin: —"The leader of Olympus is right, but the highest priority is the last prophecy of the Norns."
Ra lowered his gaze to the crystal floorand raised his voice across the congregation:
Ra: —"The only being capable of challenging and killing us has disappeared.That is why the pronoun "he" is repeated."
He paused, then continued:
Ra: —"And we all know who that "he" is. Don't we?"
Those words buried all noise.
The silence became absolute.
Odin clenched his fists.
Ra lowered his gaze.
Zeus trembled slightly.
And in the entire place, only one thing remained: the echoes of the unstoppable being.
Still present in the collective mind.
Of the being who shook the foundations of the world during the war against the corrupted gods.
Of the only being who controlled the Roots of Yggdrasil in the presence of the Mother Goddess.
The image of the Martial God.
The goddess of light, absolute leader of her Zone, broke the silence:
—"So, if he is not an Immortal, Demi-God, Avatar, or incarnation… what is that human?"
Zeus fixed his gaze on the leader of the Eastern Islands.
Zeus: —"When he broke into Olympus… he called himself the Glitch."
The Goddess of Time froze.She blinked twice, then whispered:
—"You said… Glitch?"
Another god added nervously:
—"Then Poseidon was just unlucky. What we must do is… discover the source of that abnormal power, and find out what or who this Glitch is."
The three main leaders of the Zones exchanged looks.
Then one spoke:
—"Well… fortunately the Sirens will not fall into madness. But we have a four-year margin before the balance of the Ocean seals becomes unstable."
The goddess of light smiled:
—"Then… how about a new competition after three thousand years?The gods with water affinity will compete to replace the central sea god's functions."
Hera, sitting beside Zeus, thought:
(Athena, Lilith, Aphrodite… sisters, don't tell me… it's impossible.)
She shook her head gracefully.
(They… must discover who he really is.)
Then the goddess of marriage proposed a plan to the council.
And all Zones voted in favor.
At the bottom of the seaAtlantis City — Temple of Poseidon
The water still trembled from the echoes of what I had done. Fragments of marble floated like broken snow. And among them, golden bubbles rose to the surface—remnants of a shattered divinity.
The moment I threw that bastard to die, a system notification appeared before my eyes.
[Ding!]
[System Notification:You have brutallykilled an importantgodin history… an incredible but costly feat. You receive the title"The Extinction of Gods."]
Title: "The Extinction of Gods"
You are the doom of the gods, their greatest fear.Your name will inspire terror in their hearts.
+50% combat capacity against divine enemies.
+/-50% power difference between you and a divine opponent.
+5% chance of victory against a Primordial.
[System Note: This title is irrevocable, unique, and cannot be obtained again.]
—Primordial? —I muttered, voice rough, eyes still lost in the dispersing golden blood— What the hell is that?
My hands trembled for the first time. Not from fear… but from emptiness. The completed revenge brought no relief.
Only silence.
I shook my head. Not the time to think about that. There was still something more important: the secret of the sirens.
I entered the temple again. The columns were tilted, statues broken.
Ancient mosaics shimmered in the reflection of golden blood mixing with water.
Each step echoed hollowly inside my head.
I found it: Poseidon's trident, fallen beside his throne. I took it.
The weapon vibrated as if recognizing a dominant presence. For a second, it felt like something inside the metal was watching me.
I went outside and raised my voice toward the crowd in the distance:
—Where is Triton?
Murmurs spread like waves.
Some stepped back, others lowered their gaze.
Finally, a trembling voice answered:
—In the Royal Palace.
The water swirled around me as I moved.
The inhabitants parted in silence.
Fear and reverence mixed in their eyes.
When I reached the castle, I entered without stopping.
Coral doors opened wide. Inside: golden filigree, ancient murals, faint blue light.
On the throne, Triton—imposing, sharp-eyed, silver-haired—furrowed his brow at me.His fingers tightened on the armrest.
Triton: —"Where did you get that trident, child?"
—From the temple.
Triton: —"And the guardian just gave it to you like that?"
—More or less.
He raised an eyebrow. The water between us tightened.
Triton: —"Hand it over."
I gripped the shaft. The runes dimly lit up.
—Not before you tell me the secret of the sirens.
Triton: —"And why would I reveal a sacred secret of our race?"
—Because I was the one who killed Poseidon… and took his trident.
Triton laughed dryly.
—Hahaha, that's not—
The laughter broke.
A cold sensation ran through him. Bubbles around us began popping irregularly. The water grew dense, almost solid.
Triton thought: (What is this presence…? No way… is it true?)
—You will tell me, right? —I asked, tilting my head slightly.
He swallowed. His tail moved nervously.
Triton: —"Y-yes… of course."
—What is the secret?
Triton: —"Our human transformation… requires two things."
—And what are they?
Triton: —"Human blood with high mana concentration… and a needle."
I frowned.
—Why a needle?
Triton: —"We developed a blood circulation technique."
—And?
Triton: —"We inject ourselves, add a drop of human blood, and activate the technique. That allows us to take human form."
—Is it permanent?
Triton: —"Depends on blood quality and assimilation ability."
—But it can be?
Triton: —"Yes… in most cases, it is permanent."
—So every citizen of Atlantis could transform if they wanted…
He nodded slowly.
—Give me the technique.
Triton: —"I can't. It's ancient knowledge, from the goddess Sirris. It belongs to our race."
I raised the trident slightly. The temple lights flickered.
—You'd better hand it over… unless you want this beautiful city destroyed.
Triton: —"You wouldn't dare."
—Do you really think that?
A subordinate entered suddenly, whispered in Triton's ear.
His face changed.
Triton: —"Fine… I'll bring a copy of the ancient tablets."
I stared at him.
—Don't lie to me.
Triton: —Not even I would dare.
I waited a few minutes. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the bubbling of the current.
Finally, the king returned with several stone tablets covered in glowing inscriptions.
The runes shifted gently, as if breathing.
I took them without a word.
The cold of the mineral coursed through my skin.
As a gesture of goodwill, I returned the Trident of Poseidon to him.
The king received it with both hands, bowing his head.
Without looking back, I left the palace.
Every step I took stirred up eddies that echoed against the walls.
I returned to the "Narwhal" and set a course for the underwater base.
...
I did not know—or perhaps did not *want* to know—the chaos I had left behind.
The entire city was plunged into panic.
The temples blazed with chaotic lights; the corals turned dark.
The inhabitants had lost their guardian god.
And they had seen, with their own eyes, the human boy who had destroyed him.
Triton, standing tall amidst the ruins of his throne, calmed the people with a passionate speech.
His hands still trembled as he held the trident.
He assured them that the sacred weapon was now under his protection.
He promised them that he would guide Atlantis into a new era.
And though his words were firm, something else gleamed in his gaze:
Ambition.
For Brian—unwittingly—had unleashed something far worse than the wrath of a god.
He had awakened the greed of a king.
The themed marine and oceanic environments were ruined forever.
And Triton, with the Trident now in his grasp, was already dreaming of something greater:
Absolute dominion over all the nine seas.