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Chapter 571 - 571 Record of Ragnarok Epilogue: Provocations in Bed, The Humiliation of the Creator God, Farewell and New Reinforcements for Marvel...

*Allen's POV*

I opened my eyes feeling an odd heaviness; it was the full weight of mortality. I had forgotten how easy it is to die when you no longer have the power to defy death.

I rubbed my eyes with my hand. Thinking back, I didn't actually pass out—everything just went blurry after the victory. The girls helped and guided me as the system healed my wounds and restored all the damage. That sense of satisfaction and comfort clouded my mind... though maybe it had something to do with that bottle I took from my room.

"Mmm~"

The sleeping woman resting on my body shifted slightly. My arms were wrapped around her. Under the covers, I could feel her smooth skin and softness. I vaguely remember the warmth of her body, her sweet voice, her soft lips... It seems I enjoyed a reward appropriately for winning.

Yeah... but today, I gave my family, my girlfriends, and even a few friends a scare. Now that I think about it, I'm not even sure why I did it... I just... I... in that moment, I knew I had to. I don't regret it. It was a worthy victory, an unforgettable fight, and an opponent I can respect.

I also realized something I ignored last time. The gods judged all of humanity based on the actions of the leaders who kept steering the world toward disaster. I did the same to them. Even after meeting an Athena, an Artemis, a Hestia, and an Aphrodite who weren't narcissistic egomaniacs, I judged all gods equally... and even promised to wipe them out if they lost Ragnarok.

What makes me better than them?

I gently stroked Brunhilde's hair as she slept peacefully.

"Good morning..."

To my left was Makima watching me. She wasn't under the covers, just on top—without a single piece of clothing. She looked as tempting as a demon, with several marks on her skin that she wore with pride instead of shame.

"Sorry?"

Makima smiled as she narrowed her eyes provocatively. She felt lazy. She already knew how to provoke me, and seeing how her body moved on the bed, I was tempted to attack her.

"I'll make a note of how possessive you get when you drink... even if it's just one sip." She narrowed her eyes as she widened her smile.

I never understood why I'm weak to alcohol—maybe it's genetic. Makima reached out and caressed my cheek with her delicate hand. More than seducing me again, it felt like she was trying to confirm I was really there.

"I don't want to see you that weak again..."

"..."

I stayed quiet for a moment. In the eyes of someone who was once a ruthless demon, there was such sincere concern that it made my heart ache. It wasn't part of the plan to become unconscious. Honestly, I'm okay if people mock me. But I can't deny that, more than my own frustration or wounded pride, what really hurts is the pain I caused the people important to me—even if it was just for a few seconds. That's something I can't justify.

"It's okay..." I took Makima's hand and kissed it. Her feelings are shared by the other Dolls... and probably all of my girls.

I'm being selfish...

I know it sounds contradictory. I am selfish by all rights, and I'm pretty shameless about it. But if I keep hurting the ones I love just because of a whim... I'll become total trash.

"System..."

[Yes?]

"You said all modifications are subject to my will and approval..."

[That's right... want to change something?]

"I've indeed become so strong that finding a satisfying fight is nearly impossible... but if the price is hurting my loved ones, I never want to be weak again..."

[Understood...]

"Of the three main pillars of the system, the quest system... that's fine. The one with all the content creation tools stays too. But I think the leveling system is totally useless—not even fun. It's just not worth it."

Makima, who heard everything, opened her eyes. System modifications aren't free. Every time one is made, it consumes a massive amount of fragments. Last time, the system used 80%, which was equal to 1,100 fragments. Changing it again would be very costly.

[Understood... although, instead of deleting that pillar, I could replace it with something else to cut the cost in half...]

"As long as it doesn't restrict me... that's fine."

[Can we keep the weapon drops?]

"That's fine. Just add them as mission rewards or for broadcasting."

[Understood.]

After I finished speaking, Makima hugged me and showered me with kisses. Maybe she could sense the huge sacrifice I was making. But the truth is, even at my current level, there are still plenty of opponents I can't confidently say I could beat.

"Tsk, that bitch pushed me off the bed..."

As I was receiving Makima's affection, I heard some groaning. Looking past her, I saw Rebecca slowly getting up in pain—it looked like she'd been tossed out. Not just her—Esdeath, Harley, and 2B were also on the floor. I looked at Makima, who gave me an angelic smile, but of course, she was a demon.

"You... huh?"

I looked around the room but didn't see Albedo, which surprised me—not for any particular reason, but I was just expected to see her among the crowd. As for Wednesday and Artoria, while it's obvious we could take this step, neither of them is the type to enjoy sharing a bed with others.

I sat up and looked around the room. The bed was massive—easily big enough for ten people—which only made Makima's actions more petty. Of course, I wasn't mad. I know this demon's personality too well. If anything, she's behaving surprisingly well. I mean, she hasn't caused a worldwide genocide or summoned Cthulhu, so that's a win.

I helped Brunhilde up as she slowly opened her eyes. When she saw me, she froze for a second, then blushed.

"Good morning," I smiled.

"G-Good morning!"

Brunhilde was clearly flustered. Even though in this world our relationship began centuries ago, maybe due to the customs of that era—or her own mindset—our relationship had remained quite pure. As a result, this woman still blushed like a maiden, even though she's been mine for ages. By the way, I haven't actually married Brunhilde yet. That's because of my situation—you know, that whole "a primordial god kidnapped a memoryless version of me" thing is kind of a hassle...

Odin... I guess I should visit him before I leave this world...

*End of POV*

...

Allen's transformation was almost identical to his normal form—except for the scar on his face, which was just a vertical cut beneath his eye. Once recovered, Allen stood up and immediately shifted to his normal form. His musculature had also decreased. He was still strong and chiseled, but he no longer looked like Baki.

As for his power, Allen clenched his fist. It wasn't an exaggeration to say he could kill any god in the world with ease—but that didn't matter.

Brunhilde got up and, instead of dressing herself, walked over to Allen to kiss him and help him put on his clothes. Allen didn't say a word and let her.

When she finished, Allen smiled and returned the favor.

"Wait—no need for that!" Brunhilde blushed. It was kind of silly that this woman had no shame being naked in front of Allen but still got embarrassed when he tried to put her stockings on.

Göll and Randgriz entered with plates of food. Behind them came Reginleif and Thrud. Both were valkyries. Allen smiled at them. The two were also Brunhilde's younger sisters.

"Big Sis..."

"Brunhilde?"

The girls froze up—and Göll even dropped a tray, though Allen made it levitate before it hit the floor.

The valkyries also noticed several women in underwear and a naked redhead in the bed. All of them blushed. Even though they were used to seeing gods with harems, seeing their proud older sister as part of one was just absurd.

"Could you give us a few minutes..." Brunhilde tried to speak as seriously as she could, struggling not to cover her face or kneel in embarrassment.

Allen just smiled and winked at his "little sisters," which made them blush even more.

...

Five minutes later, the valkyries re-entered the room. Now, only Brunhilde and Allen remained. The valkyries wanted to ask where all the other women went but decided not to.

Allen gently patted Reginleif's head. She had neck-length black hair in a bob cut and turquoise eyes. This Valkyrie looked like a medieval scholar, with a cape draped over her back, a white scholar's hat, and rectangular glasses.

"Nii-sama..." Reginleif, still stoic but with a blush in her cheeks, looked straight at Allen. "I'm glad you're okay..."

"Of course."

Originally, she was the Valkyrie meant to perform a Volundr with Adam, but plans changed—and that battle would be the second to last... though it's possible, it might never happen.

Allen noticed the gaze of the other Valkyrie, who was far too large for him to pat on the head.

Thrud was a massive woman with an extremely muscular build. Thanks to her muscles and square jawline, she had a rather masculine appearance. Her hair was pink, tied in a short braid that hung over the right side of her head. She wore a golden wing-shaped hairpin. Her eyes were green, and her large lips were adorned with pink lipstick.

Allen snapped his fingers and warped the space around Thrud, giving her a normal height just long enough for him to pat her on the head.

"That wasn't necessary... brother... But I'm glad you're free," Thrud—who was supposed to be a terrifying Valkyrie—had just turned into a kitten.

"Thanks..."

Allen was genuinely happy to see these two Valkyries. Without his intervention, both would have died like Randgriz.

Brunhilde smiled at the interaction between her beloved and her sisters. At the same time, a deep murderous intent burned inside her. It was the gods who had stolen these peaceful days from them.

"Don't worry, none of you girls will have to die, I assure you....." With those words, Allen put on a cold stare.

...

Odin walked down one of the long hallways of the Ragnarok arena. After witnessing the interaction between Brunhilde and Allen, he felt a strange chill and went to check on Sigurd. However, there he was; still trapped. Despite all his power, Odin couldn't see anything wrong with Sigurd. The man looked at him coldly and refused to say a single word. That wasn't strange to Odin; their interactions had been like that for centuries.

The plan to release the primordial gods was still in motion. Odin planned to use the vessel known as Sigurd and the life force of all humanity for this purpose.

However, one detail seemed odd: the extreme resemblance between Sigurd and the young man. The only differences were their eyes and hair. One looked like a second Adam, crafted by God's hand to be the perfect man, while the other was an arrogant mortal whose appeal lay in his dangerous charm.

"Could they be brothers...?"

Odin shook his head. He knew everything about Sigurd. That man wasn't his brother—he shouldn't even exist.

"Who's a brother?"

Odin felt the dimension around him separate from Ragnarok. Instantly, he activated his divinity as the Primordial God Odin.

"What are you doing?"

A hand grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the space behind him. It was so fast and overwhelming that Odin couldn't believe it.

"What?!"

Odin gasped in disbelief, then took a blow to his chest that reached his divinity and left a crack. The hand let go. Odin tried to counterattack, escape, do something—but his power wouldn't activate. He fell to the floor, unable to process what had just happened.

"...!"

He tried to lift his head, but a foot pressed down on it, holding him in place.

Humiliation...

"How does it feel to bow your head for the first time, creator god?" said a mocking, scornful voice.

"...!" Odin trembled with rage. For the first time since his birth, he had lost control of the situation. A massive amount of divine power surged from the Primordial God, but Allen crushed it with a simple gesture.

"Huh?! It is impossible... I am one of the pillars of creation... how can my power be so insignificant!"

On the ground, Odin felt fear for the first time. There was nothing he could do to resist...

"Now that the hierarchy has been clearly established, you and I are going to talk." Allen smiled, a mix of mockery and malice in his tone.

...

(One hour later)

Allen gave Brunhilde a big hug. She cried as if she might never see him again. He kissed her on the cheek and spoke to her gently. _{𝘯𝑜𝘷𝘱𝘶𝘣.𝘤𝘰𝑚}

"Hilde, I'll be back before you even blink, so don't worry..."

"That's not fair!"

Brunhilde, who had always been the big sister the Valkyries respected, was now acting like a spoiled child, leaving her sisters speechless.

"That's enough, Brunhilde..."

Reginleif and Thrud pulled her away, letting Allen go.

"Thank you, all of you..."

Unlike other worlds, Allen didn't feel bad about leaving this one. He truly would be back in no time. With that in mind, Allen opened a portal to his home—Marvel.

...

...

...

This time there was no dramatic entrance. Allen returned to Marvel, and there were no explosions, invasions, or cosmic monsters trying to devour the world. So, he got a little space to hug his women and his "mother" and greet some friends.

Allen spent the first three days making up to his wives.

...

Everything seemed fine... until he saw Banner and Tony working on a super-advanced robot at the Avengers Tower.

Bruce Banner smiled and proudly showed his invention to Allen while adjusting his glasses. "This will be the world's protector when you're away."

Allen didn't respond immediately. He saw the bright look in Bruce's eyes—he just wanted to do something good.

Tony took his silence as amazement and patted Bruce on the back. "Told you, buddy. He loves our baby!"

Hulk, standing beside Allen eating a bag of chips, elbowed him to get him to speak.

"Okay, Tony, Bruce..." Allen rubbed his forehead and then looked at them like they were idiots. "I'm just gonna say it—that thing looks super apocalyptic."

Hulk burst out laughing. "Stupid geniuses. Hulk was right! Hahahaha!"

Tony threw a tantrum. "Oh come on, it's just a robot! It's like giving ChatGPT a metal body!"

"You do realize that sounds even more apocalyptic, right?" Allen raised an eyebrow. "Do you realize this is the classic start of a tiny idea that ends with a machine revolution? Also, someone explain why Hulk is separated from Banner!"

"Relax, brother, I think everything's fine..." said a talking raccoon who stood next to Allen offering him a cup of coffee.

Allen took the coffee from Rocket and looked at the group of idiots. "You know what? I've lost hope in this crazy world. Just do whatever you want."

He turned to leave, but Rocket stopped him.

"Wait! That's a hundred dollars!"

Allen spat out his coffee. "A hundred bucks for one coffee?!"

"But you accepted it!"

The other Avengers turned pale seeing the raccoon trying to extort Allen. But before they could stop it, Allen pulled out a bill and handed it over.

"Here you go, opossum." Allen walked away while Rocket got offended.

"Hey! Who're you calling an opossum? Wait, you bastard, these hundred bucks are fake, they are from the damn monopoly!"

Allen stopped and turned around with a smile. "But you accepted it, didn't you? Also, I'm still not sure if you're a figment of my imagination or a real raccoon."

Allen walked away, leaving Rocket speechless. After a moment, Rocket laughed. "I like that bastard. Hey, armored guy! Can we recruit him for the Avengers of the Galaxy?"

Tony facepalmed. "First, you have no idea who you just tried to mess with. Second, I already told you—we're not just the Guardians of the Galaxy. We're the Avengers. Period."

Rocket grumbled. "Well, I disagree! I want a name with more identity!"

Bruce shrugged. "So what do you suggest, raccoon?"

"I'm not a raccoon! But since we're recruiting people from everywhere... why not include Marvel in the title? Isn't that the name of our universe?"

Tony stroked his chin. "Marvel... huh."

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Allen took the elevator down and was about to leave when a black-and-white monster with a mouth full of fangs appeared. He wore a hat and carried a briefcase. He politely held the door open before entering.

"Good day..." Allen said.

The monster smiled and tipped his hat before letting Allen go first. "A pleasure, sir."

Allen passed by Venom, who entered the building.

[Host, are you going to just let that slide?]

"It's wrong to judge by appearances; maybe it's just a scary bug, good people..."

"Watch out!" A girl with half-white, half-black hair came skating while chewing gum and listening to music. She didn't see Allen in time and almost crashed, but he caught her by the waist, stopped her momentum, and lowered her to the ground.

"Oh..." The girl smiled, pulled out a notebook, and wrote down her number. She handed it to Allen with a wink. "I'm Luna. Don't hesitate to call me, my prince."

She quickly skated into the building.

"Ok...."

While Allen was trying to understand what was going on a man dressed as a black panther landed nearby. Without acknowledging Allen, he entered the building.

"This is a weird place..." said Wolverine beside Allen as he drank a beer, then tossed it in a trash bin and walked away.

"Logan"

"You should stop by the mansion more often. The brats are waiting for you..."

Allen stood frozen. Tony had mentioned he'd be hiring heroes more actively—even problematic ones or antiheroes. But he didn't expect it to go this far.

Just as he was about to leave, a man on a motorcycle pulled up. He wore a leather jacket and a skull-printed shirt and carried a machine gun in his hand.

He nodded to Allen and went into the building.

"...." Allen figured he probably shouldn't get involved in whatever he had just witnessed.

Dun-dun... dun-dun...

Allen stopped. He heard a very familiar melody—the kind that made him not want to go to the beach as a kid.

"It came from a horror movie!", Allen turned around. "Oh hell no, no sharknados—huh?"

He looked down to see a small shark with legs, panting like a dog. It was adorable. The little shark stared at him silently.

"...." Allen pulled out a bag of snacks and offered it. The little shark took them and left—but not before bowing politely in gratitude.

"I better go back where I came from..."

With that, Allen left the Avengers Tower—which might soon have a new name.

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A/N: Well, I have to cook, a little here and a little there. 🍷🗿

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