I am Humanity's Last Hope?

Norway, Bergen.

The Norwegian forest stretched vast and imposing, a domain of ancient trees rising like columns of a natural temple. The pines and spruces, some hundreds of years old, formed a dark green canopy that filtered the sunlight, leaving only golden beams dancing on the ground covered in thick moss and fallen leaves.

The air was fresh and fragrant, laden with the aroma of pine and damp earth.

Small streams wound silently between the trees, their crystal-clear waters reflecting the soft glow of the sky above.

The distant sound of the wind whispered through the treetops, while birds sang harmonious melodies, filling the air with a sense of timeless peace.

This serenity, however, was suddenly interrupted. The air grew heavier, as if the forest itself were holding its breath. The leaves of the trees began to flutter with no wind, and the wild animals hurriedly fled, sensing a powerful and unknown presence drawing near. The sky, once clear, began to tint a deep orange, and a blinding light appeared on the horizon, growing in intensity until the very air seemed to burn with energy.

Then, he descended.

The [Heretic God] emerged from a whirlwind of incandescent light, a glow rivaling the sun itself. His body seemed sculpted from pure light, but it was not a light that brought warmth or comfort. It was a cold, cutting light that burned with intensity.

His blue eyes, luminous like celestial flames, shone with a devastating fury, a mix of pain and anger that transcended mortality.

His golden hair, like molten gold, burned in eternal flames. It cascaded disheveled over his broad shoulders, as if being carried by the wind of an eternal storm. His features, once soft and perfect, were now harsh, sculpted with a precision that seemed more threatening than beautiful. His brows arched dramatically above eyes of glacial blue, which glowed with the intensity of the northern lights, but with a coldness that pierced the soul.

He wore armor that blended traditional Nordic elements with a touch of divine corruption. His chest was protected by a dark silver breastplate, engraved with ancient runes that once symbolized light and protection, now shining with a sinister energy. His bracelets and greaves were adorned with intertwined snake figures.

When he touched the ground, the impact of his arrival made the earth tremble. The nearby trees were ripped from their roots, the ground cracked, and a wave of energy spread, burning everything in its path. The forest, which had once seemed a sanctuary of life, was now a field of destruction.

The smell of the sea breeze, dense forests, and icy mountains seemed to emanate from him, but now there was something more—the acrid scent of ashes and ruin. His leather boots were decorated with Nordic knots, and with each step, it seemed as if he carried the weight of a ruined Asgard with him.

The God simply began to walk through the ruined forest, sensing a familiar presence stirring his gut. It was this presence that called to him.

His presence was an anomaly, a god of light transformed into an emissary of destruction.

Nature itself seemed to scream in agony around him as the forest succumbed to his fury. With each step, the ground ignited beneath his feet, and the light that once symbolized hope now brought only chaos and despair.

The corrupted god walked like a harbinger of the end, his serene face now twisted into a mask of devastation. He was no longer a symbol of peace and beauty, but an unrelenting force of destruction, whose descent marked the beginning of a cataclysm that no mortal could contain.

He walked toward the place where something called to him.

Unaware of the approaching [Heretic God], in a mansion isolated in the heart of the Nordic forest, stood a mansion.

It was built with stones darkened by time, its walls adorned with arcane runes that glowed faintly, reflecting the beams of light that filtered through the thick tree canopy. It was a fortress of wisdom and mystery, where the most powerful mages in the region gathered to work on their secret research. The large opaque windows let in a soft light, creating an immersive and almost mystical atmosphere, filled with books and scrolls stacked beside mysterious vials and esoteric instruments.

The scent of incense and powdered herbs perfumed the air, and the sound of murmurs of enchantments and spellcraft seemed to intertwine with the currents of wind that passed through the cracks in the heavy doors.

The interior of the mansion was vast, filled with winding corridors and study chambers. In the grand central hall, mages and scholars were immersed in their research, surrounded by tables filled with magical artifacts and ancient tomes. Their eyes were fixed on their formulas, invocations, and experiments, oblivious to the growing tension in the air.

The mansion was a refuge of calm and knowledge, where its inhabitants sought to control the deepest secrets of magic.

But all of this was about to change.

When the [Heretic God] entered the forest, the energy around him began to change. The aura of destruction he emanated spread like a shockwave, reverberating even into the depths of the mansion. The mages working diligently on their research began to sense a strange and disturbing presence, a growing pressure that made the air feel heavy and stifling. The ground trembled slightly, as if nature itself were contorting in agony.

When he neared the mansion, he understood why he felt something in this place, something that enraged him. His fury knew no bounds, and he needed no more reasons to destroy everything in his path.

With a primal roar, the [Heretic God] advanced, moving through the forest with supernatural speed. The light around him shone with incandescent intensity, burning everything it touched. The trees of the forest were ripped from their roots, carbonized under the fury of his divine energy. The sky became a blazing orange mantle, as if the sun itself were being consumed by fire. The smell of burning flesh and charred earth began to spread, mixing with the dense air of the forest.

He arrived at the mansion.

The impact of his arrival was devastating. The ground trembled as if the very universe were being torn apart. The massive door of the mansion was ripped from its hinges, thrown against the wall, while a wave of scorching heat spread throughout the building. The runes that once glowed softly now faded, as if they feared the presence of the [Heretic God].

The mansion seemed to bow before him, its walls trembling and cracking, its foundations crumbling under the weight of the divine wrath he carried.

The mages, stunned and terrified, tried to regroup, but the destruction was beyond their comprehension. Protective spells and magical barriers were cast in a desperate effort to contain the fury of the god. But their magic, once powerful, was now useless. With a wave of his light-formed spear, the [Heretic God] made the barriers disintegrate into pure energy, and the spells vanished like smoke before the force he now unleashed.

With a cry of pure rage, the God made the mansion's roof collapse, crushing the libraries, laboratories, and chambers where the mages had dedicated their lives to study. The fire consumed everything, as the flames danced in a chaotic display of destruction. The walls cracked, and the stones shattered under the impact of the explosions of light. The sound of runes breaking was like a funeral song, a symphony of destruction that resonated throughout the forest.

The [Heretic God], with his cold and furious demeanor, walked through what remained of the mansion. His eyes showed no remorse or compassion. He was beyond that, beyond human understanding.

He killed everything in his path in the forest, even some mages who had come to seek answers to what was happening.

An hour later, he stood, floating amidst all the destruction.

The forest, which had once been a vast and verdant natural paradise, was now completely devastated. The ground, covered by a thick layer of moss and fallen leaves, had turned into an apocalyptic scene. The air, once fresh and fragrant, was now tainted with the strong smell of ashes and burned earth. The trees, which had risen like columns of an ancient temple, were now fallen, their massive roots exposed to the gray sky. Some trunks still smoldered, slowly disintegrating under the flames that spread, fueled by the fury of the Heretic God.

The great clearing where the mansion had stood, once vibrant with life, was now a land of death and destruction.

The streams, which had once wound gently through the forest, were now dry or transformed into small courses of mud and turbid water, contaminated by the heat emanating from the devastation. The soft sound of the breeze through the leaves was replaced by an oppressive silence, broken only by the crackling of fire and the sound of falling trees, as if the forest itself were crying for the violence it endured.

The [Heretic God] stopped, not because he didn't want to continue the destruction. But because he sensed a natural enemy approaching.

He floated and looked at the horizon.

At that moment, a carriage cut through the sky with its radiant light, emerging from the clouds. Its golden structure reflected the intensity of the surrounding light, creating a vision that seemed like a piece of the sun itself descending to the earth. The golden stallions, with silver hooves and manes, moved with a supernatural grace, their manes flowing as if made of pure luminous energy, and their hooves resonating with the soft sound of divine metals.

Adam stood firm inside the carriage that floated serenely, as if gliding along the currents of the wind. The golden glow radiating from the carriage seemed to envelop the entire area around, illuminating the destruction of the forest with a halo that contrasted with the malevolence the [Heretical God] had left behind. The carriage appeared more like an extension of Adam himself, his solar aura reflecting not only power but also the tranquility of an unshakable commander.

As the carriage neared the devastated area, it floated gently to a stop, its precise descent allowing it to stabilize before the Heretical God.

The vastness of the carriage became evident when it stopped, its golden steeds rising in such synchronized motion that it seemed orchestrated by a cosmic force. The golden light emanating from the carriage enveloped the surrounding space, temporarily blinding everything with its intensity.

Adam looked at the Heretical God in front of him; he could feel his blood boil, his body tense. His heart raced, and his mind whispered to kill the divine being in front of him. This was his purpose—to battle...

"A Demon King. I didn't expect to find one of you here, but whether it's you or the Gods, anyone who stands in my way will be destroyed..." said the God coldly, staring in his direction.

"Fool's son. Come to your death!" he said, pointing the spear of light in Adam's direction.

"Let's finish this..." Adam said calmly, standing on the Brilliant Sun Chariot, eyes fixed on the Heretical God, his posture firm and controlled. He had no desire to speak to someone who was already dead.

The carriage, now floating with a supernatural lightness over the devastated battlefield, radiated a blinding golden aura. The golden steeds pulling it were in full control, their manes and hooves gleaming with the intensity of the solar fire.

He remained high, imposing, like a warrior king observing the battlefield, the chariot illuminating everything around him, more intensely than the light the God in front of him released.

The [Heretical God] stood before him, his form glowing with a cold and broken white light, a distorted reflection of the divinity he once was, with feverish eyes and latent fury, preparing for a confrontation.

With a slight gesture of his hand, Adam made the chariot accelerate, the speed increasing so much that the air around turned into a blur of heat. The Chariot seemed to cross space with celestial precision, its wheels cutting through the wind like flaming blades. The fire from the chariot and the golden steeds formed a natural defense, burning everything in their path—and the [Heretical God] was no exception.

The light emanating from Adam made it impossible for any approach without taking damage, and the golden fire rays began to envelop the Heretical God, forcing him to retreat, shooting energy beams that collided against the destructive force of the light.

The [Heretical God], feeling the scorching heat of the chariot around him, screamed in frustration and pain, but this only fueled his anger. He raised his spear, glowing with divine power, and sent waves of destruction toward Adam, trying to knock the chariot that floated above him.

But Adam, with calmness, smiled serenely, using the infinite speed of the Chariot to easily dodge Baldur's strikes.

From atop the chariot, Adam raised both hands to the sky, channeling the luminous energy of his authority into a single crushing beam. He didn't rush, but when he did, the impact was overwhelming.

A pure light emerged, more intense than the sun itself, and crossed the battlefield with impossible speed.

The [Heretical God], blinded by the dazzling light, tried to dodge, but the speed with which Adam moved was faster than any reaction. The light burst directly hit the Heretical God. He was thrown backward, his form engulfed by the light, burning like an uncontrollable flame, but nothing seemed to affect him...

Adam, still atop the chariot, breathed heavily.

Using such an effect from his [Brilliant Sun Chariot] authority was exhausting, causing him a massive headache, but at that moment, he knew he needed to sacrifice a bit of his comfort to defeat the [Heretical God].

The [Heretical God] stood up, completely unharmed by his attacks.

With a war cry, he lunged forward after standing, his spear of light glowing like a collapsing star, as he struck directly at Adam's chariot.

Adam maneuvered the chariot to avoid the strike while pondering which [Heretical God] he was facing, for what he learned after a few exchanges of blows, he seemed almost invulnerable, with several Nordic runic symbols, and he appeared to be a God of Light. His eyes widened as he realized who his enemy was.

It was Baldur, one of the many Norse Gods.

The legend of Baldur is one of the most touching and tragic stories in Norse mythology, and whenever someone tells it, it's hard not to get emotional. Baldur, son of Odin and Frigg, was the god of light, beauty, purity, and wisdom. He was loved by all beings, gods and mortals, for his kindness and radiant presence. But like all great tragedies, Baldur's light was destined to be extinguished.

It all began with dark dreams Baldur started having, foretelling his own death. Frigg, his mother, fearing for her son, made all elements and beings of the universe swear never to harm him. All swore, except mistletoe, a small and seemingly insignificant plant that Frigg considered harmless.

With Baldur seemingly invulnerable, the gods began to play, throwing weapons and objects at him, which merely ricocheted or had no effect. It became a sort of game in Asgard, a proof of Baldur's indestructibility.

But then came Loki. Envious of the love Baldur received, Loki schemed a way to bring him down. Disguised, he obtained from Frigg the information about Baldur's vulnerability. With that, he made a mistletoe arrow, and during one of the games, he handed it to Höðr, Baldur's blind brother. Guiding Höðr's hand, Loki made him shoot the arrow. The weapon pierced Baldur, killing him instantly.

Baldur's body was placed on a large funeral ship, Hringhorni, along with his wife Nanna, who died of grief. The gods, inconsolable, pushed the ship into the sea, weeping for Baldur's loss. Frigg tried to bring her son back, and Hel, the goddess of death, agreed to return him if everyone in the world wept for him. Everyone cried, except for a giantess named Thökk, who was believed to be Loki in disguise. Thus, Baldur remained in the realm of the dead.

Baldur's death was not only a personal tragedy; it was a foretelling of Ragnarök, the final battle where many gods would fall, and the world would be renewed. But even in darkness, there was hope. Baldur would rise again after Ragnarök, bringing light and hope to the new world.

This story reminds us of the eternal struggle between light and darkness, life and death, and how even the brightest can be brought down by something small and unexpected. It is a lesson in humility and a reminder of the fragility of existence.

"Damn it, I'll have to use this…" Adam murmured as he confronted the Heretical God with his Chariot. He took a deep breath and dispelled his authority, making it vanish in a flash, and landed on the ground.

He immediately began channeling a spell for another of his authorities. With a fluid movement, he raised his right hand to the sky, his voice resonating with the authority of the gods: "O Spear of Fate, awaken your power, Let only the chosen one wield you. Burn the wicked, strike down the evil, Tear through time, cross the astral. Longinuslanze Testament!"

The atmosphere around him changed instantly.

The air crackled with an almost palpable energy, as a bright light began to concentrate in his hand. From the fusion of ancient and powerful energies, a shape began to materialize. First came the shaft of the spear, made of pure gold, its spiraled design reflecting a light that seemed to come from another dimension. The rear blade in the shape of an isosceles triangle with a carved cross was a manifestation of the fusion between divine power and mortal precision.

As the [Longinuslanze Testament] fully formed, its front tip, a two-pointed blade tinged with red and with a golden line down the center, radiated an aura of inevitable destruction. Small golden details adorned the blade, accentuating its beauty and lethality. The handguards, strategically placed, reflected the balance between strength and control the spear provided.

Adam gripped the [Longinuslanze Testament] firmly, feeling the convergence of all his divine and mortal identities. The spear vibrated in his hand, as if recognizing its wielder and eager to fulfill its purpose. The air around the spear seemed to warp, as if space-time itself bent to its power.

This was the third authority he had acquired from Lugh, the magical spear that he and all his associations used for combat. Due to its powers, he named it thus because of its three basic abilities: when thrown, it would never miss its target, it would always be faster than the opponent, and it would always kill with a single strike.

Transcending the very concept of space and distance, crossing even dimensional borders. No realm is safe, for there is no place this spear cannot reach.

Due to the connections of myths about various magical spears, such as Gungnir, Gáe Bolg, Goliath's Magic Spear, and the Longinus Spear, this further reinforced the weapon's power.

Anyone who looks at the spear has their mind and soul destroyed, and anyone who touches it has their existence slowly disintegrated. Only he can hold or look at the spear without being affected.

With a decisive motion, Adam pointed the spear directly at Baldur.

The energy of the [Longinuslanze Testament] pulsed, ready to transcend any barrier, any defense, and strike the heart of its enemy.

Baldur, seeing the spear in its full glory, hesitated for a moment. He could feel the absolute power emanating from it, a weapon that was not just a tool of destruction but a statement of inevitability.

Still, with the determination of a Heretical God who would never flee from a Campione, he prepared for the confrontation, his light shining intensely in response to the challenge.

Adam, with the [Longinuslanze Testament] firm in his hand, the spear glowing brightly as it cut through the air. The power of the weapon was palpable, as if fate itself was engraved in its blade. He threw the spear toward Baldur, the air around him splitting with the impact.

The [Longinuslanze Testament] moved with transcendent speed, ignoring the laws of space and time, its trajectory inevitable and infallible. It cut through Baldur's light barriers as if they were made of paper, approaching its target with deadly precision.

The sound of the impact resonated like thunder, as the spear fulfilled its destiny, piercing space and time to reach its target with divine precision.

The Heretical God was completely destroyed!

As the spear returned to him in an instant, Adam fell to his knees, gasping. In a moment, his muscles were so fatigued they felt as heavy as iron, and he could barely lift his head. His magical reserves were completely drained from using his [Longinuslanze Testament] authority, and his body too. This authority cost him greatly, and could only be used once per day; moreover, he had to know his enemy and it could only be used during the day.

The strain from using the power, the pressure of the chant, all accumulated into an unbearable pain that reverberated within his head.

He tried to catch his breath, but each inhalation was a struggle against exhaustion. His body, covered in sweat and dirt, trembled slightly due to the extreme fatigue.

His vision blurred, and the headache intensified. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to regain a bit of energy, but the silence around him was profound, and his mind couldn't escape the pressure.

He completely blacked out.