Chapter 191: Not a Dream? A Crossing? Witnessing the Battle of [Ragnarök] in Reality
The announcement stated that the second match would begin in twenty minutes.
And then—
"Did we really cross over?"
Rias murmured in disbelief—it was all too sudden.
"It seems to be true,"
Sona also found it hard to believe.
The reason they hadn't realized it earlier was that everyone had been focused on the replay of the battle.
Moreover, the surrounding spectators hadn't paid them any mind, all similarly engrossed in watching.
But their group was standing in the spectator seats—wouldn't that block the view of those behind them?
Under normal circumstances, someone from behind would have complained, and they would have immediately noticed something was off, right?
The reason was that the spot where they stood happened to be a stairway aisle, where few people were standing.
Now, as the second match was announced and more people began to gather, they realized that these spectators could see them.
Especially Kuroka and Koneko—they were suddenly subjected to sharp glares from the people around them. Because the two had exposed their cat ears and tails, they were likely mistaken for beings from the side of the gods. As a result, their presence in the human spectators' seats was naturally met with hostility and seen as a provocation.
However, just as the hostility was about to erupt, Kuroka quickly reacted and handled the situation. She explained that they were also human, and the so-called cat ears and tails were merely cosplay.
Nearby, there were also modern individuals who understood what cosplay meant and helped explain it, thus avoiding a potentially unpleasant conflict.
If they had truly traveled through time and a conflict occurred, it would be troublesome if they were discovered to be undocumented individuals.
"Asia, calm down!"
Koneko was comforting the nun Asia, because according to the information they knew, King Solomon would die in this battle.
Asia couldn't just sit back and do nothing; she seemed eager to inform King Solomon about what would happen in this battle.
"Asia, if possible, we'd better not change anything!"
Sona also cautioned her carefully.
On one hand, it would likely be difficult for them to speak with King Solomon—they might be arrested before even getting a chance to talk to him.
On the other hand, if they truly revealed the future of this battle to King Solomon, it would be problematic.
If King Solomon survived, he wouldn't descend into their world.
Then who would stop the Moon King's arrival?
Who would stop the artillery strike launched from the future?
Without King Solomon to stop it, their world would likely become unrecognizable.
So, after being told all this, Asia could only bite her lip tightly.
"That must be Odin from this world, right?"
Kuroka's gaze turned toward the VIP-like seating area among the gods opposite them. One of them, wearing an eye patch and with a crow perched on each shoulder, fit the image of the Norse chief god Odin perfectly.
She had also seen the Odin from her world, and comparing him to this one, she could only sigh.
The Odin from her world was just an eccentric old man.
"Uh, is that Zeus, meow?"
The reason she knew was that the host was currently conducting an interview, and the interview footage was being projected above the arena.
This Zeus, however, was the opposite—a lecherous old man who was too blatant, constantly winking at the Valkyries.
"And this Zeus is the chairman of this world's Council of Gods?"
Sona was also speechless.
According to the interview, this so-called Council of Gods wasn't limited to Greek mythology; all mythologies were members of this council.
To become the chairman of this council, one must be quite prestigious and powerful. Yet, such a person turned out to be a thin, frail-looking old man, Zeus, who seemed like he could be blown away by a gust of wind.
While this Zeus was verbally harassing the Valkyries, he suddenly choked from speaking too hastily and nearly passed out.
It was truly absurd. The host was also speechless and promptly ended the interview with this Zeus.
"Over there must be the heavenly forces of this world."
Rias looked solemnly toward one area, where a large group of angels was seated, several of them with six wings.
As the host went over to interview them, it turned out that the six-winged ones were actually archangels, one of whom was Michael.
In their world, six-winged angels were equivalent to high-class devils.
But here, that certainly couldn't be used as a measure of strength...
This Michael appeared to be an extremely strict and cold, rigid individual—completely the opposite of the kind-hearted Michael from their world.
"Lord, please, they must win this battle."
"Buddha, I beseech you, please grant humanity victory."
Some humans nearby began to pray, which made Kuroka want to laugh.
The very gods they were praying to were the ones who intended to bring about humanity's end—wasn't that absurd?
"Stop praying!!!"
A sudden voice intervened. Looking over, they saw a woman exuding a stern aura.
Her lustrous black hair was adorned with a wing-shaped hair accessory, and she had a strikingly beautiful and valiant face that needed no makeup. Her tall frame was clad in knight-style attire.
She seemed like someone who had experienced the brutality of battle, radiating an aggressive and murderous presence.
"The ones you're pleading with are the very beings who will bring about humanity's demise. Don't you find that ridiculous? As humans, you should never bow your heads to the gods!!!"
At her rebuke, most of them came to their senses, while a few remained bewildered.
Then, when the woman's gaze swept over Kuroka and the others, they instinctively tensed up.
This was the Valkyrie who had proposed the final battle between humanity and the gods—Ragnarök—Brunhilde.
From her presence, Kuroka also felt a sense of pressure, indicating that this Valkyrie's strength was likely on par with her own.
After a few seconds of lingering eye contact, the other party left the area, allowing the group to finally relax.
By now, it was almost time for the match to begin.
The host, Heimdall, had returned to the arena and was speaking in a deep voice.
He was beginning to introduce the participants for the second match.
On the gods' side was a cursed deity from hell—the "Lord of the Flies," Beelzebub.
As for the human side's representative—
"Is this the King Solomon of this world?"
Someone murmured under their breath.
Although his appearance differed slightly from the King Solomon they knew, his aura seemed identical.
Especially those eyes—they felt like the same person!