A majestic world enveloped in darkness and light.
A place known as the residence of the gods, filled with symbols of power and authority that govern this realm.
And now, at this very moment,
an existence from another world suddenly appears at the entrance of this holy and majestic realm.
A single red dragon, proclaiming itself Amun, gazes coldly at the Palace of the Gods before it and says with a chilling voice.
[[[“Even in the pantheon of the gods… the gods may feel fear….”]]]
Radiating an eerie crimson aura, Amun slowly begins to move its colossal body forward.
At that instant, before Amun’s eyes, seven absolute beings, fully armed, start to reveal themselves.
The Seven Gods.
The rulers of this world, referred to by the name of gods.
In that moment, they spoke in cold voices, gazing at the enormous red dragon that appeared before them.
=“So, you finally revealed yourself.”=
“It is you, the being known as Amun.”
-“The audacious creature that boldly intruded into our domain.”-
“Even if we are a mess ourselves, we at least follow the rules. Those who break the rules deserve punishment.”
“…Hmm…”
“…”
While exchanging words of hostility towards Amun, the absolute beings regard him with hardened expressions.
In that moment, amidst the extremely ominous atmosphere, the Burning Giant Eye, the being with the most powerful force among them, spoke in a calm yet warning tone.
[“It seems you are considered an absolute being like us, so why have you committed such an act? What reason do you have to interfere in a world unrelated to you?”]
Setting aside the fact that he intruded without permission, Rya attempts to engage in conversation.
Then, Amun, looking at him, responded with a cold voice.
[[[“I felt disgust.”]]]
[“…What… did you say?”]
A voice filled with intense rage, enmity, and pure murderous intent.
Simultaneously, Rya and the Seven Gods began to be overtaken by a sudden, sharp sensation, like a blade brushing against their bodies…
Towards them, Amun unleashed an immense power, one even the seven absolute beings could not withstand, and shouted in a chilling voice.
[[[“Today, I will settle the long-standing displeasure. You filthy beasts called gods!”]]]
With that declaration, Amun’s power began to envelop the entire celestial realm in an instant.
His might, as brilliant as the sun yet overwhelmingly scorching, rendered the once-mighty Seven Gods utterly powerless.
Amun brought down the power that had held this world for thousands of years in one fell swoop.
Immediately after finishing that series of ‘tasks’, Amun returned to the ground with the force of a falling lightning bolt.
To purify this wretched world, which was his original goal.
At the same time, to fulfill the desperate wish of his loyal followers.
*
A gigantic dragon floating in the sky of the Imperial Capital.
Watching this, the Emperor of the Falcon Empire could only fall into a deep panic.
“What… what on earth is that? Where did such a monster come from all of a sudden?”
In terms of size, it was nearly as large as the imperial palace.
Realizing it was slowly approaching, the Emperor urgently began to shout to those around him.
“What are you doing! Quickly… stop that thing! Prevent that monster from reaching the imperial capital!”
“Y-Yes, Your Majesty!”
“W-We understand!”
The soldiers hurriedly began to move in response to the Emperor’s commands.
However, no matter how loyal they were, one thought unavoidably crossed the minds of everyone present:
‘But can we really stop that thing?’
An overwhelming being, well over 800 meters long.
They could easily perceive that if it simply swung its tail, the imperial palace would shatter and countless lives would be lost.
In this incomprehensible fear, the soldiers still attempted to regroup and launch an attack.
At that moment…
-“Listen, you ignorant beings of the earth.”-
“Urgh!”
“Ugh!”
A resounding painful voice reverberated through their heads like thunder.
As ordinary people heard that voice infused with an irresistible power,
some fell to the ground in agony, unable to withstand the intense shock.
But ignoring their plight,
the red dragon floating in the sky continued to speak unabated.
-“My name is Amun. I am the god of the new world who will purify this filthy land and establish a new truth!”
“G-God…?”
“Amun… Is that the evil god everyone has been talking about?”
The name that had been stirring upheaval across the continent for some time.
The very entity the Church Country, the Magic Kingdom, and the Beastman Kingdom pointed to as a reason for invading the Empire.
The realization that what they dismissed as mere myth was now standing right before them filled the Emperor and the generals with a profound sense of fear and confusion.
“What… what does it mean to ‘purify’ us?”
“It naturally means… to burn every last one of us to ash, doesn’t it?”
“Hmm…”
The words from one of the retainers, stating the worst-case scenario without hesitation.
In response, the Emperor reached a reluctant conclusion.
“…Bring me my armor.”
“Y-Yes?”
“But…”
“If we stay here like this, we’ll only lose innocent lives. I must confront this god as the master of this land.”
“Your Majesty…”
“There’s no time! Hurry! And have others ring the magic beacon immediately to spread this news across the Empire.”
“Yes, Your Majesty!”
“Understood.”
The retainers and generals immediately sprung into action at the Emperor’s orders.
A little while later, the soldiers who brought the Emperor’s armor and gear placed them onto Kratos III’s body.
“Has it been ten years… since I last donned my gear and took the lead?”
Having steeled his resolve in his heart, the Emperor then used the magic of flight inscribed within the gear to soar toward the gargantuan red dragon.
And.
“Amun! I am Kratos III, the Emperor who rules this land. I wish to speak with you urgently; could you spare me a moment?”
Compared to Amun’s colossal form, the Emperor appeared almost as tiny as an ant.
Yet Amun easily recognized him and shifted his gaze toward the Emperor.
-“Are you the leader of these humans?”-
“Yes, I am their lord. Amun, why have you invaded my territory and caused such a commotion? Do you seek something from me or this land?”
It was unacceptable, both personally and nationally, for someone to attack without reason under the guise of justification.
However, the Emperor was acutely aware that this world operated on the principle of brutal strength, not virtue.
In that light, he understood all too well that he and the Falcon Empire would have no choice but to bow their heads before Amun, presumed to be the overwhelming stronger being, regardless of justification.
In response, Amun looked at the Emperor, classified as one of the stronger humans, and spoke in a serious tone.
-“Of course, I have what I desire.”-
Along with those words, Amun regarded the Emperor with intense longing.
The Emperor thought that perhaps this being before him might actually be reasonable, and
simultaneously considered the possibility of turning this crisis around by utilizing Amun’s immense power.
With a mix of tense anticipation, he asked again.
“W-What is it? Speak freely. As I mentioned, I am the Emperor of this land. I am willing to grant whatever it is you wish.”
With a voice tinged with excitement, the Emperor spoke.
In response, that colossal god expressed a chilling bloodlust as he gazed at the Emperor.
“What I desire is your deaths! To bring death to the filthy humans of this land and those filthy elves! To the beastmen, who are even worse than beasts!”
“W-What?! Why?! What have we done to you?!”
Standing firm under the pressure that sent shivers throughout his body, the Emperor protested.
Observing him, Amun replied with a look akin to that of viewing a loathsome insect.
-“Insects on the dining table never know what sins they’ve committed.”-
“!!”
-“That’s why. Having just come from violating your retainer’s wife, I thank you for presenting yourself in this manner. As a reward, I will grant you the swiftest death in this world!”-
“W-Wait…!”
With that, Amun released a stream of light radiating like the sun from his mouth.
Simultaneously, the Emperor’s sight was engulfed in an overwhelmingly brilliant light,
and with that, Kratos III, the tyrant who ruled the Falcon Empire and caused countless bloodshed across the continent, met his end without even a scream.