The Player Who Became a Constellation

“For Valhall!”

A thunderous roar echoed through the air.

“Glory to the great Asgard!”

Hundreds of thousands of armored warriors raised their weapons high. But they weren’t alone. Beside them,

—Kiiiaaaaah!

The undead crawled out from the depths of hell, shambling forward.

『Kwoooooo!』

The giants marched forward. In the fading twilight of the setting sun, a lone figure stood, observing the advancing army. Clad in pitch-black armor and draped in a fur-lined cape fluttering in the wind, the figure wielded a golden spear. A helmet crafted from a goat’s skull adorned their head, and their eyes burned with a menacing red glow.

“It’s been years since I arrived in this world.”

He had endured countless experiences. After awakening alone on a remote island, he found himself transformed into the final boss monster of a game. Time and again, knights and mages, driven by their conflicting ambitions, had risen against him.

But look at them now! Their bodies lay buried in the earth, and their so-called bravery had been exposed as nothing more than foolish arrogance. Yet, despite their failures, more continued to assemble, determined to challenge his overwhelming power.

He gazed forward. From across the vast expanse of land, light radiated toward him. The army of light stood there, those who had dared invade his domain to subjugate him.

“Fools!”

No kingdom, no empire could withstand his forces. Anyone who dared to block his path would face nothing but annihilation!

“Brave warriors—”

As he drove his spear into the ground, his armor writhed, and black mist began to rise.

“Let them witness the twilight of the gods—”

The black mist roared, taking the forms of serpents and wolves.

“Show them!”

The warriors, the undead, and the giants all looked up at their supreme being.

“My name is Loki!”

As if answering his call, they raised their weapons and let out deafening cheers.

“I am the Constellation of the Apocalypse who will bring about Ragnarok!”