The audience in the coliseum tensed up.
Beelzebub wasn't one to laugh casually, so his current maniacal cackling sent chills down their spines.
Thus, they were equally terrified of what monstrous entity might erge from the shattered egg.
Please, not another grotesque and horrifying abomination—their sanity couldn't take much more.
The mont the eggshell shattered, black mist billowed outward, resembling the dispersal of a smoke grenade.
Within the dark fog stood a figure even blacker than the mist itself—a humanoid silhouette crowned with bizarre twin horns.
"What—is that?!"
A stunned voice ca from a seemingly carefree god.
The lollipop he had been chewing on slipped from his mouth in shock.
"Hm? Buddha!"
Another god nearby called out his divine na.
Buddha—a principal deity in Buddhist mythology.
For even him to be so startled ant Beelzebub had truly summoned sothing extraordinary this ti.
"That guy really seems to have created sothing terrifying!!!"
Buddha's voice turned slightly grave as his expression grew even more solemn.
One of his abilities was called "Perfect Enlightennt," which allowed him to perceive the movents of souls.
For example, when a person intends to do sothing—like drinking water when thirsty—their consciousness acts before their body does.
Buddha's ability captured these flickers of consciousness, granting him foresight into the opponent's subsequent actions.
Yet now, with this thing Beelzebub had created, he couldn't detect even the faintest flicker of light.
Even with beings like Zeus, though he couldn't fully foresee their movents, he could still perceive the flickers of their souls—albeit vaguely, making it impossible to clearly discern their future actions.
But this thing had no flickers at all, as if it lacked consciousness entirely, leaving no way to predict its possible movents.
In other words, was it an inanimate object?
No—by all appearances, it was alive. That ant it had consciousness, whether great or small.
Yet the absence of any flickers suggested its soul was plunged into absolute darkness, pure and untainted.
Even the darkest demons he had encountered still bore faint traces of light.
But this thing had none, aning it was extraordinarily dangerous, extraordinarily dreadful.
Beelzebub had truly created a monstrous abomination.
As the mist dissipated, the figure beca fully visible—outwardly humanoid, but only in appearance.
Buddha's pupils contracted sharply, cold sweat trickling down his face.
Because behind Beelzebub, as the mist cleared, there were still over a dozen eggs—each cracking open, releasing identical monstrosities.
"W-Who is that, sister?"
Göll, one of the Valkyries, trembled as she spoke.
The identical horned, humanoid figures erging from the eggs sent chills down her spine, making her shudder uncontrollably.
Thirteen in total!
For certain pantheons, this was an ominous number.
"I don't know either!"
Brunhilde's reply was equally grim.
From these figures, she sensed an unprecedented darkness.
The sheer force of their darkness seed to repel sunlight itself, as if the very sky recoiled from their presence, clouds swiftly blotting out the heavens.
In an instant, the sky turned pitch-black, as though darkness sought to devour the entire celestial realm.
A glance at the chief gods revealed equally grave expressions—proof enough of the creatures' horror.
Thus, Brunhilde tensed as well.
"..."
The denizens of Heaven wore even grimr expressions at this developnt.
The Vice-Regent, in particular, looked especially somber.
"What in the world are those? Are they gods too?"
Ares, the Greek God of War, felt a creeping unease as he observed the creatures.
Though Beelzebub was regarded as a demon, he was still acknowledged as a deity.
Yet these things before them bore no resemblance to gods.
Nor could they possibly be human.
They were entirely beyond his comprehension—unknown entities.
Monsters that triggered an instinctive, visceral rejection within him as a god.
There was also sothing akin to a natural predator, more like a natural enemy than even the demons of hell.
"This is truly sothing extraordinary they've researched."
Loki clicked his tongue.
It was the first ti he had ever felt that such a thing absolutely should not exist.
So, what exactly was it?
It wasn't so grotesque, monstrous form, but rather bore a human visage?
Did that an this thing had once existed before?
Thus, Beelzebub, who had obtained a part of it, had cloned it!
"That is the legendary berserker of the underworld."
The sudden interjection left Ares and Loki montarily stunned.
Turning around, Ares stood up straight as if a soldier saluting his superior.
"Y-you... why are you here?"
A stutter escaped Ares' lips.
The handso man before him was a formidable presence in Greek mythology—one he feared even more than Lord Zeus himself.
"Ah, Lord Hades, please, have a seat."
Ares imdiately vacated his throne, offering it to the other.
"Well, Beelzebub suddenly made his move, and I was rather curious."
Seating himself, Hades gazed expressionlessly at Beelzebub in the arena—one of the few he could acknowledge. The staff in his hand was a gift from Hades long ago.
"Lord Hades, you said that thing is a berserker from the underworld?"
Loki was deeply intrigued by the earlier statent.
"Indeed. It is an ancient berserker recorded in the legends of the underworld. It is said that when the purest white light converges with the darkest black shadow, the horn of the underworld shall awaken, and eternal darkness shall be born. Its na is—the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, Papiyas!"
As he spoke, Hades' expression grew slightly grave.
He knew Beelzebub had been conducting research, seeking out ancient legends—all to create sothing that could kill him.
But he never expected the guy to suddenly appear on the stage of Ragnarök, representing the gods, and even succeeding in reviving this thing?
Correction—cloning it.
Cloning one would have been bad enough, but so many?
That was just excessive.
Moreover, what puzzled Hades was how Beelzebub had obtained enough resources to carry out such large-scale demonic bio-modifications.
Was soone using Beelzebub to achieve so goal?
Was it Odin?
Suddenly, a strange roar echoed, and the sandbox world erupted into a scene that left everyone stunned...
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