Player's Journey In Anime World

It was no exaggeration to say that all eyes were on the scene. Countless gazes were fixed on the city in the sky, where the execution platform had already been erected. On the wooden platform, Ares was forced to kneel at the center. When this image spread across the world, it caused an uproar. Mortals and gods alike stared in disbelief at Ares—this once-proud, towering deity now resembled a defeated stray dog, kneeling on the wooden floor and awaiting his final judgment.

At first, Ares maintained his arrogant defiance, shouting curses at Ryou with a demeanor of "My fate is mine, not the heavens'."

That was until Ryou silenced him with a gag ball, finally shutting him up.

At this moment, another key figure stepped onto the stage. Clad in lightweight silver-white armor adorned with floral patterns that glowed faintly with golden magical energy, she held a sword forged from despair itself.

The blade strengthened with countless precious materials, appeared as though it was formed from condensed lightning. Her face was as delicate as a doll's, with golden hair shining brilliantly under the sunlight and emerald-green eyes devoid of any emotion. Ais walked forward with steady steps and stopped beside Ryou.

Meanwhile, in the residence of the Loki Familia:

"It's Ais!"

"It's Miss Ais!"

"Why is that child there?"

Members of the Loki Familia, watching the broadcast from their hideout, gasped in shock. They couldn't believe that the girl who had left the Familia and hadn't been seen in a long time would appear in this manner.

"A Godslayer, is it?"

Riveria's expression was complicated—her gaze a mix of pride, as if watching her child grow up, and melancholy, feeling surpassed by the younger generation. As the captain, Finn observed Ryou beside Ais, deep in thought.

"Ais is so cool!" exclaimed Lefiya, Ais's little fangirl.

"She's a big deal now," one of the Amazonian sisters remarked.

"Well, you can't compare mortals to her," the other replied.

"But someone's having a bad day," they teased as they glanced at the sullen-looking wolfman.

"Tch!"

Bete growled in frustration and stormed off to his room.

"Those two are showing off their relationship right in front of me—do they think wolves don't have feelings?"

...

As the moment drew near, Ryou raised his arm and shouted, "The time has come! From today forward, the gods will no longer be untouchable, sacred beings! Treat them as prey! Use them as stepping stones to reach the summit! Everyone, let us witness the dawn of the Godslayer era together! Today marks the twilight of the gods and the rise of mortals! Commence the execution!"

His speech ignited the blood of everyone watching the live broadcast, mortal and god alike.

A super gamble with life itself at stake—how thrilling could it get?

As Ryou declared the execution's commencement, viewers unknowingly leaned closer to their screens, their breathing quickening.

At that moment, an unexpected change occurred!

An indescribable chaos, like a gray mist, suddenly enveloped the sky above the city. A heavy, overwhelming pressure, akin to an ocean's weight, bore down mercilessly.

Ares spat out the gag ball and laughed maniacally.

"Hahaha! Boy, you're done for! You're dead!"

"Your mouth skills aren't bad—been practicing, have you?"

Ryou quipped casually.

"You—!"

Before Ares could retort, Ryou knocked him unconscious with a single blow. He then turned to Ais.

"No matter what happens, your mission is simple: kill Ares!"

With that, he kicked the unconscious Ares toward Ais.

Ais nodded obediently and raised her blade, the weapon pulsing with lightning.

"Mortals! How dare you!"

A thunderous roar echoed across the world as the chaos split open, revealing a massive rift rimmed with purple-blue lightning. Two colossal hands emerged from the rift, gripping its edges and tearing it wider. The gods and mortals watching were captivated. Mortals were filled with trepidation, while the gods' eyes gleamed with schadenfreude.

"Arrogant mortals, challenging the gods—now you'll learn your place!"

From the chaos emerged Khaos, the primordial creator god of the Olympian pantheon and one of the most powerful beings in existence. Having endured Ryou's audacious "Godslayer Declaration" and his treatment of Ares as a sacrifice, Khaos could no longer stay silent. Yet, facing this unprecedented enemy, Ryou smiled confidently and waved his hand.

"Attack!"

A crimson lightning bolt tore through the sky—a blood-red spear pierced into the rift.

"Ahhh!!!"

A scream echoed from the rift. Simultaneously, a deathly purple-black portal and the projection of a massive golden planet appeared on either side of the chaos, squeezing it tightly.

Khaos, already injured by the crimson spear, hesitated.

"You pathetic mortals! Remember this—I'll return!"

Khaos attempted to retreat, but Ryou scoffed.

"Come and go as you please? Not so fast."

With a cold laugh, he activated World Separation. Starry Mirror Lake, the Gate of Oblivion, and the golden planet projection converged, trapping Khaos in the center.

While the gods clashed in the heavens, Ais swiftly drove her sword through Ares's heart. The sealed war god, unable to resist, perished with the gag ball still around his neck—a pathetic and humiliating death.

Ais's body erupted with a powerful aura, her energy surging and quickly breaking through mortal limits to reach an even higher level. She clenched her fists, feeling the immense, turbulent power within her—a wild, untamed force coursing through her veins. Her usually emotionless face showed a rare frown as she struggled to contain the power.

In desperate need of an outlet, she leaped into the battle between gods. With her joining the fray, the balance of power began to tilt. Khaos was gradually dragged out of the chaos.

At this critical moment, Ryou frowned and let out a cold snort.

"How much longer are you all going to watch? If you don't act now, the treaty we agreed on is null and void!"

As his words fell, another unexpected change occurred. Above the skies of the floating city, a chilling silence fell as several terrifying presences, rivaling even Khaos in power, suddenly emerged.

The most shocking part was yet to come: these primordial deities from various pantheons didn't attack Ryou's faction. Instead, they launched a surprise assault on Khaos from behind.

And so, the mighty ruler of the Olympian pantheon found himself reduced to little more than a tragic, shattered cup on the table.

Boom!

With a deafening crash, the indescribable Sea of Chaos was scattered, leaving the heavens riddled with spatial cracks resembling shattered glass. From within the void, a humanoid figure made of formless gray mist was forcibly expelled.

"Tiamat! Brahma! Amun! You have betrayed me!"

The figure bellowed in anguish and rage. A faint sigh echoed through the skies, and the overwhelming presence disappeared as quietly as they had come, leaving no trace of their arrival.

The figure raged on, hurling curses and roaring in fury, but Ryou only scoffed.

"Fool! Don't you see? We've already struck a deal in the shadows, and you—" he smirked, pointing to Khaos, "—are their offering of good faith to me."

...

The night before, Tiamat had infiltrated the floating city alone, engaging Ryoug in an extensive conversation. By dawn, they had reached a mutual agreement: Ryou would restrain his forces, sparing other pantheons from annihilation. In exchange, the deities would retreat into the private dimensions created by their respective creator gods. For the ancient deities, this was a bitter compromise born of necessity. Pandora had essentially become the world's overseer, with the power to forcibly sever the connection between the gods' dimensions and the primary world. Such an act would spell mutual destruction.

These timeless deities, each as cunning as they were powerful, saw the writing on the wall. They knew Ryou had gained enough leverage to overturn the table entirely if provoked. Preferring to avoid an all-out confrontation with this madman, they sacrificed Khaos and the Olympian pantheon. From Ryou's perspective, using Ares as a mere ceremonial offering to herald the new era of Godslayers wasn't nearly grand enough.

Offering up Khaos, the creator god of the Olympian pantheon, as the ultimate sacrifice?

Now, that was worthy of the event's magnitude. So, with Tiamat leading the negotiations, the covert deal was sealed without a hitch.

Of course, while the agreement was formally established, it didn't signify reconciliation. On the contrary, both sides were brimming with hatred for one another. For the gods, being forced into an agreement with a mortal was a humiliating disgrace. For Ryou, leaving potential threats alive ran counter to his philosophy of eradicating enemies to the root. Both sides anticipated future battles.

But for now, this was Ryou's moment of triumph. In the climactic battle's finale, the heavily wounded Khaos was obliterated by a full-force punch from Ryou. With this, the epic confrontation of divine proportions came to a close.

In the aftermath, the world saw unprecedented change. Ais had ascended to the level of an initial Godslayer, capable of rivaling the gods themselves.

...

Meanwhile, Ryou's faction had successfully annihilated the creator god of the Olympian pantheon. Through magical means, the entire world had witnessed the battle live—a spectacle more dazzling than any billion-dollar CGI.

The breathtaking visuals and fervent speeches ignited the hearts of audiences worldwide, planting seeds of ambition everywhere. Almost overnight, war erupted between mortals and gods. While countless adventurers fell in their attempts to challenge the divine, Ryou's predictions came true: among the many, a few emerged as lucky victors.

...

By the next day, four new Godslayers had appeared in the world. Among them was one particularly unexpected figure—Berry, the silver-haired gender-bender beauty. Perhaps emboldened by her newfound power, Berry sought vengeance against Ryou.

But before Ryou could act, Ais stepped in and delivered an overwhelming, humiliating defeat to Berry.

Ryou sighed, shaking his head.

"Poor girl. Beaten, trained, and humiliated in the original story, and now, with Ais strengthened, the cycle continues."

With a twinge of pity, Ryou finished Berry off with a casual gesture. Other newly minted Godslayers quickly learned from Berry's example and adopted a more cautious attitude. Still, the rise of Godslayers triggered an inevitable shift.

The success stories of these individuals inspired widespread fervor. Across the world, mortals began targeting weaker gods, employing poison, traps, and ambushes.

The tension between gods and mortals intensified, pushing the world into chaos.

To protect themselves, the creator gods united, merging their dimensions into one vast realm separate from the mortal world. They began recalling their pantheon members, though some minor or rebellious gods chose to remain among mortals, unwilling to abandon the vibrancy of the human realm. For the remaining gods on the surface, the tables had turned. Mortals, especially Godslayers, actively hunted them. And with the discovery that killing gods further enhanced their power, Godslayers became relentless.

Over time, adventurers flocked to serve the Godslayers, offering loyalty in exchange for protection. These alliances birthed massive new organizations, and the Godslayers, now akin to demon lords, became the apex predators of this new world order.

Through it all, Ryou observed from above, hands off yet pleased.

The historical inevitability of such transformations left him marveling. But as he watched this new world unfold, a thought crossed his mind, "Wait a second… isn't this supposed to be DanMachi? How did we end up like God Eater?"