Read Novel Full Vol 9. Chapter 25: The God of the Revival Bracket
Vol 9. Chapter 25: The God of the Revival Bracket
Outside the massive mall in Sky City, beside a hot spring, the ladies were happily shopping inside, while Leon and the other two stood outside waiting, chatting about Valhalla.
“Safina told me back then that anyone who wants to inherit a complete god’s power has to go to Valhalla.”
Leon kept both hands in his pockets, lowered his eyes to the staggered jets of water in the hot spring, and spoke leisurely.
“What does that mean? Are there other conditions?”
Constantine nodded. “When I woke up in Valhalla, those people told me the same thing.”
“...Inherit?”
Leon lifted a brow.
“But at the time my body was just lying there. I didn’t go anywhere. The only thing that could have gone to Valhalla was your consciousness—or in other words... your soul. That is to say, Valhalla isn’t a place that physically exists either?”
“It should be like that.”
Constantine didn’t use an absolutely certain tone. After all, he’d only stumbled into that place once, and still didn’t understand it well.
“If Valhalla existed at some location in the real world, then... I wouldn’t have run into that group of people.”
Constantine mentioned “that group of people” twice, and that was exactly what Leon wanted to ask next.
“The ‘group of people’ you’re talking about... refers to?”
Constantine took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. His dragon eyes fixed on Leon as he enunciated each word.
“Samael’s... fallen primordial gods.”
The moment those words came out, even Leon—who’d already braced himself a little—couldn’t help feeling shocked.
He’d originally thought Valhalla was a gathering place for the souls of the deceased heroes of Samael.
Because after all those wars, the existence of souls had already been proven.
So once a soul left its flesh, and after the small self dispersed, those souls had to have somewhere to go.
That place might be Valhalla.
But now, hearing Constantine say it, this Valhalla was far more than a shelter for heroic souls.
It was a harbor after gods fell—a final destination for those across the ages who had wielded the strongest concept-level powers.
After a brief silence, Leon pressed down the shock in his chest for now, and continued asking:
“So all the gods across the ages are there?”
“Yes. Tiamat, Zeus, Apollo— even Chronos, who fell not long ago, is there.”
Dragon, elements, light, and time.
Leon’s thoughts shifted. He seemed to realize something.
“No Mevis? The god who represents Wisdom.”
Leon noticed Mevis because back then, when the Old City Lord of Blazing Sun City was dying and trying to survive, he’d offered Leon a condition.
He wanted Leon to spare him, and in exchange he would tell Leon information about Mevis.
But Mevis wouldn’t make deals with a traitor like the Old City Lord.
He had to pay a price—and that price was something no intelligence or information could ever offset.
Constantine shook his head.
“No.”
Hearing that, Leon’s brows pressed down slightly.
“Then... that’s very wrong.”
“How is it wrong?” Constantine asked.
“When my teacher and I researched the history of the primordial gods back then, we saw records about Mevis, the god of wisdom.”
Leon said:
“After the dragon god Tiamat created the world, each god had a different duty. Mevis was responsible for granting wisdom and consciousness to all living beings. But as time went on, people’s greed grew bigger and bigger. They weren’t satisfied with Mevis’s blessings at all. In the end, mortals—just to gain more wisdom and power—split Mevis’s power apart. That is to say, Mevis should have fallen long ago in Samael’s river of history, and she even left behind divine relics of her own. But you still haven’t seen Mevis in Valhalla. Does that mean... this god of wisdom has been alive the whole time?”
But why hadn’t the other gods been seen?
This wasn’t like mortals preparing for their own funeral arrangements.
Before gods perished, they had to pour their final power into relics, so those relics could continue suppressing the Void Gates connected to the continent of Samael.
In other words, if they hadn’t sensed the end approaching, they wouldn’t have been so bored they went and did that.
After all, was a dead object that carried power good for the gods’ own power?
Yet Mevis’s relics really had been found back then—Vida and Cecilia, Rosvisser’s parents, could both confirm that.
Leon lifted his gaze again and asked:
"Since Mevis was still alive, then when they fought Atos back then, why didn’t she come out to help?"
If the literature was true, and those who had once borne her power would be affected in the end if the Void army invaded, then she would also be implicated.
What’s more, Leon had always suspected the ancient records weren’t complete.
How could Mevis, a primordial god, have her power taken by mortals so easily?
Unless... she did it willingly.
Logically, if the Void crisis arrived, Mevis wouldn’t just stand by.
So if she hadn’t shown herself, there was only one reason left:
She was simply still alive, but no longer had the power of a god.
Constantine let out a long sigh.
“As for Mevis and Valhalla, I don’t know much either. But if a god still exists in this world, that’s still better than already having fallen, right?”
That wasn’t wrong.
Being alive was better than being gone.
Even if Mevis had no power now and could only cling to life in some corner.
Leon couldn’t help sighing as well.
“Looks like there are still many secrets on the primordial gods, and if we want stronger power to fight the Void, unraveling those secrets is the key.”
Speaking of power, Leon returned to the very first question.
“Safina said that to obtain complete godly power, you have to go to Valhalla.”
As he spoke, Leon lowered his eyes to his own palm.
“But I’ve never been there, so... the power of Zeus I obtained actually isn’t complete. That also explains why your [Five-Spirit Sacred Shadow] had a time limit back then.”
Kaizer, who had been silent for a long time, spoke.
“In the remaining time, she told me that a successor who truly obtains a complete god’s power has no time limit at all when using that power. Even if it’s copied power like my sister’s Mirror Abyss Eyes, after going to Valhalla she can still grasp the power of time. The key is... whether you can obtain the gods’ recognition.”
Leon turned his head to look at the Void boy.
“Boy, the gods’ recognition? I thought only Apollo would mess with that kind of... head-and-heart concept. I didn’t expect other gods to have that set too.”
“Of course. Because if you’re enough to change the world’s recognition of concept-level power, then you’re enough to...”
“But it’s not something you can get just because you want it.”
Kaizer said:
“Even First Shadow— even after obtaining Chaos Force and Primordial Force—if he never went to Valhalla, he still couldn’t become a true Dragon God.”
That reminded Leon. He nodded as if he’d suddenly understood.
“So that means when First Shadow was fighting back then, his ‘power version’ only climbed a few tiers—still within the range where we could trade blows.”
If that Zeus Dragon who went all out back then had also seized the entirety of the Dragon God’s power, then even if Leon and future Noa joined forces, they might not have been able to defeat him.
“Mm—”
Leon froze.
“Then that means when he was acting all smug and saying ‘I’m the third Dragon God,’ he was just bragging?”
Kaizer smiled. “You could say that. Inheriting a god’s power—how could it be that easy?”
After a few jokes, Leon asked again:
“Since you have to go to Valhalla to get complete godly power, then how do you actually go?”
This time, Kaizer spread his hands helplessly.
“My sister didn’t tell me much, so I’m not sure either.”
“Alright.”
Leon turned to Constantine.
“The answer is...”
Constantine pressed his lips together and said:
“You have to experience one death. In those few minutes of ‘being dead,’ that’s the time you go to Valhalla.”
Hearing that, both Leon and Kaizer showed surprise.
But Constantine was unusually calm.
“Meh. Dying and reviving isn’t that hard.”
Constantine—the eternal god of the revival bracket!