Ragnarök?
In the Constitution of Valhalla, there existed a special clause—Article 62, Section 15—a unique provision stipulating a one-on-one battle between gods and humans. It proposed a final conflict where 13 gods would face 13 humans in individual duels, known as the "Final Battle of Gods vs. Humans," commonly referred to as Ragnarök.
That must be what he was referring to, right?
If Belial recalled correctly, this clause was invoked only once every thousand years during the "Assembly of Valhalla," when the "Conference on Human Survival" was held. If the gods collectively decided to abandon humanity and deliver their final judgment—with no one able to stop it—this special clause could be used to grant humanity one last sliver of hope.
Yet, since humanity's birth on this planet, this clause had never been invoked even once.
The gods never believed it would ever be necessary, for it was common knowledge—a universal truth—that humans could never defeat the gods.
So, was this Valkyrie here because, at some point in the future, this clause would finally be enacted?
Had humanity finally been sentenced to "Annihilation" in the Assembly of Valhalla?
And this Valkyrie entered the Akashic Records to search through seven million years of human history for someone capable of opposing the gods?
Is that it?
The Valkyrie before them visibly trembled after Solomon spoke those words, clearly startled, and couldn't help but exclaim—though no sound could be heard.
Due to the spacetime barrier, her voice shouldn't normally carry through, but Belial could roughly guess what she was saying.
She was likely asking, "How do you know that?"
Thus, Solomon's accurate deduction once again shocked Belial, making Solomon seem even more eerie and imposing an intangible pressure upon him, even a hint of fear.
Since Solomon mentioned "Ragnarök," it likely meant he also knew about the so-called "Human Survival Conference" held every thousand years in the Valhalla Council chambers.
"Well then, Miss Brunhilde—"
At this point, Solomon closed his eyes.
"—you're from the future, aren't you? Hmm, it doesn't seem too distant a future—"
After murmuring this to himself, he opened eyes that seemed to perceive all truths of the world.
"—three thousand years from now, correct!"
Belial once again witnessed the Valkyrie's stunned expression—another bullseye!
Solomon's performance gave Belial the distinct illusion that he possessed the omniscient, omnipotent power of God.
At this moment, Belial grew increasingly convinced of the feasibility of Solomon's proposal to collaborate in deicide.
"If that's the case, then humanity only has three thousand years left? That seems like quite a long time," Solomon remarked leisurely, without a trace of concern, as if it were none of his business.
This attitude made Belial pause briefly, though he wasn't overly surprised.
Three thousand years was but a fleeting moment for mythical beings like them.
Yet for humans, it was an extraordinarily long span.
After all, humans were short-lived creatures—even the luckiest among them could only live a century at most.
For Solomon, who hadn't broken free from the biological constraints of human lifespan, three millennia meant his bones would have long turned to dust.
Such an extended timeframe rendered him powerless to intervene.
Of course, if Ragnarök were to commence now, Solomon could still participate.
But Belial suspected Solomon's involvement wouldn't be motivated by preserving humanity.
At this realization, Belial's expression shifted slightly again.
Everything connected—Solomon's true goal was to slay gods on that grand stage!
Though the current Solomon stood no chance, the Solomon formally summoned from history would be the complete version who had lived his full life—far surpassing his present self.
Perhaps that fully summoned Solomon would indeed possess god-slaying power.
At this moment, Belial felt an even greater terror toward Solomon, as if he were making a pact with a demon.
Hah—a pact with a demon?
The thought nearly made Belial laugh derisively at himself.
The mighty Demon King actually harbored such thoughts.
"Lady Brunhilde, I understand your purpose here. You may leave now, and please refrain from spying on me."
Solomon spoke these words with refined elegance, a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips. No doubt the Valkyrie was thoroughly frightened.
"Lord Belial, let them return."
"Are you certain about releasing them, King Solomon?"
This marked the first time Belial had formally used an honorific title—a sign of respect placing the other on equal footing with himself.
"Yes."
With King Solomon's nod of confirmation, Belial withdrew his power. In that moment, the transparent figures in their vision grew increasingly faint until they seemed to dissolve into space itself.
"Sister Brunhilde..."
As the terrifying sensation of Death's finger tracing her spine faded, Göll trembled while looking at her motionless elder sister. Her voice quivered with unease, fear, and self-reproach.
Had it not been for her sudden sneeze, they wouldn't have been discovered—they'd nearly met their doom.
Truly terrifying—that was Belial, King of Hell, an existence on par with the chief gods.
"We take our leave then, King Solomon."
After giving the refined gentleman a long look, Brunhilde performed a farewell salute. She'd discovered yet another terrifying human, one who made her flesh creep.
He'd known exactly who she was, her purpose, even that Ragnarök would commence three thousand years hence. As if nothing in this world escaped King Solomon's notice—such unfathomable, godlike insight had chilled her to the bone, her garments soaked with cold sweat.
Thus after her ceremonial farewell, she truly intended no further observation.
Though he appeared amiable, approachable, and humane, Brunhilde sensed not an ounce of genuine emotion. The being standing there seemed merely an aberration wearing human skin.
When someone so politely warns against further surveillance, only a fool would disregard the hint.
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