Chapter 5: Black and White

Let's go back to a few hours ago.

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(???'s POV)

"What a powerful energy…"

I was sitting on the chair while basking under the sun until I felt a very powerful energy coming towards me. I was ready to use my power but I felt that the energy wasn't malicious and only used my power to cover my mansion. The energy was so powerful that even the trees near my mansion almost fell to the ground.

"A king was born…"

I immediately closed my eyes and activated my «Spirit Vision» to access the «Memories of the Void» to know more about this new Campione.

When I accessed it, I saw something that made me scared and even made other Campione feel troubled.

I saw many Heretic Gods. Too many that my brain can't even process it. I was very scared. If these Heretic Gods appeared in the mortal world, the damage would be very big that even some countries would disappear on the map.

I saw an old man with an eyepatch on his right eye holding a golden three-tipped spear was fighting against a giant dark blue wolf with sharp teeth and red eyes.

The vision changed and this time, a man with red hair and beard holding a hammer while controlling lighting and thunder was fighting against a giant snake with sharp scales and poison coming out of its mouth.

The vision changed again and again.

A man with red hair with evil and cunning green eyes was fighting against another man wearing a helmet with two horns and holding a sword.

A pair of wolves, one with orange fur and one with dark purple fur, were fighting against a young man with red hair holding a sword and shield.

A dark gray dragon was fighting against a red-haired man emitting light from his body.

A man with only one hand was fighting against a black dog or wolf with red eyes.

A giant with a magma-like body was fighting against a handsome blonde young man holding a sword in his hand.

Then, a beautiful girl with blonde hair was fighting against another beautiful girl with purple hair and her army of the dead.

It really frightened me to see this kind of battle. Never have I seen this before. I don't know who did it but I am very grateful that the Heretic Gods weren't manifested in the mortal world.

Then, the vision changed again.

Almost all those who have been fighting were lying on the ground weakly and were on the brink of their death door. Blood was everywhere on the ground. Only the fire giant before was standing but weakly with his fire sword supporting him.

Then the vision changed again.

This time, the fire giant was fighting against a boy. The boy was very young so I was very surprised. His age looks only 10 years old from his body. The boy was holding the golden spear that the old man with an eye patch held before.

He used all his power and in the end, with a cunning tactic, the boy killed the fire giant.

Then, the boy killed all the Heretic Gods there except for the two beautiful Heretic Gods.

The vision ended. I tried to access it again, but I couldn't do that. All I could see was only a black void. Then, something happened and it made me shiver and very scared. A pair of green eyes full of evil and cunningness appeared before my sight. It was very evil that I don't want to see that eye anymore.

"Haa… haa…"

I breathed heavily after stopping my «Spirit Vision».

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Witenagemot of Greenwich.

A Magic Association that was created during England's Victorian Era.

It was the rival of the Royal Arsenal led by Black Prince Alec.

The people inside Witenagemot were deeply involved with magic like magicians, occultists, fairy doctors, and many more. Even ordinary scholars, marketplace researchers, Catholic priests, Protestant preachers, monks, Shinto priests, artists, capitalists, nobles, royalty, and imperial families were there too. You could say they are the Magic Association with the most variety of members from around the world.

They gathered there to exchange information and more into research than other Magic Associations.

In a prestigious high-class residential area in London, Hampstead. In a castle-like mansion with a wide open garden and four towers, a young lady was sitting on a chair in the garden while admiring the beauty of the sunset.

She was Alice Louise of Navarre, the daughter of Duke Goddodin. Also known as White Princess Alice and she was the spokesperson of Witenagemot and the nemesis of Black Prince Alec.

She was a very beautiful European girl with long blonde hair and a pair of beautiful green eyes. She radiated a very noble aura from her that made her look elegant and graceful. Her body was a bit busty and her hips were quite slim. Although she was a princess, she didn't wear a gown or a beautiful dress. She wore a normal sweater shirt and a long skirt with a scarf around her shoulders.

Although she tried to hide it, everyone that saw her knew that something happened to her. Sweat poured out of her forehead and her hands were a bit cold.

She was the Hime-Miko with the highest spiritual power and the most powerful witch of the heaven-oriented system.

"I can't find any information about that boy…"

Alice tried to use her «Spirit Vision» again but this time it ended in failure because there was something that prevented her from seeing the boy's past and even future.

Alice knew that all the Heretic Gods she saw from her vision were all Heretic Gods from Norse Mythology. Odin, Thor, Loki, Heimdall, Fenrir, Jormungandr, Skoll, Hati, Hel, Freya, Frey, Surtur, Vidar, Baldur, Garm, Tyr, and Nidhogg. This event was similar to Ragnarok that she had read before in Poetic Edda.

Everyone in the world was wondering and were waiting for Witenagemot, to be exact Princess Alice to give them the thing that she saw. Witenagemot can be said where the information exchanged there and their connections were so wide that every person in the supernatural world always relied on Witenagemot to get the information they wanted.

In the end, Alice only said that the new Campione was a ten years old boy and gave him the code name of "Ragnarok King" because he defeated 17 Heretic Gods from Norse Mythology.

The people in the supernatural world sneered when they heard that the new Campione was only a ten years old boy. They would be afraid of the new Campione if he was a teenager because his power will definitely be more powerful than theirs because his body can support it. For them, that boy was only lucky to become a Campione and they felt that they could manipulate him to do what they wanted because he was still young and very naive.

But, after they heard that the boy defeated 17 Heretic Gods, they were quite surprised and scared and immediately put the thing they wanted to do on the back of their head although some of them might still try to do that.

This was the ugliness of the supernatural world. You were young? You will be underestimated. You were weak? You will be underestimated. You weren't talented? You will be underestimated. Everything that matters in this world is power. Without power, you will always be at the bottom of the food chain waiting to be devoured by the strong.

"He has more authority than you now. He might be stronger than you, you know? Aren't you scared, Alexander?"

Alice sneered and talked to someone although there was no one other than her in the garden. After she said that, a young man appeared before her. He has short raven hair that was split to each side like an eboy haircut.

"Hmph. You're still an idiot aren't you, fox?"

The young man snorted and answered. He was the fourth Campione, the one who held the title of Black Prince and the leader of Royal Arsenal. A magic association filled with occultists who do research, street hoodlums, commoners who sought revenge against magicians, con artists, and even thieves. He became a Campione 6 years ago when he slew the Heretic God Ramiel.

"That's not how you should address a lady, you brute, and stop invading someone's house without an invitation."

Alice glared at him. The two of them are like water and fire. They can't get along with each other. A spark can be seen from their gaze.

"Then you should stop using that substitute body. That's not what a princess should do when she meets someone, don't you think?"

Alexander sneered at her.

"Forget it. What does the Black Prince want by coming to my house again?"

Alice was too lazy and tired to argue with Alex. She was still thinking about those evil eyes that can't be removed from her mind no matter what.

"What do you think about the new Campione?"

Alex wasn't someone that liked beating around the bush. Although he said he didn't care about the new Campione, he still wanted to know about him and his powers to think of a strategy to counter him if they clashed.

Having defeated and gained authorities from 17 Heretic Gods wasn't a joke at all. The authorities gained from those Heretic Gods must be varied and useful.

"What I know is only that. He gained authorities from 17 Heretic Gods. A ten years old boy and he is very powerful. Maybe even more powerful than you, Alexander."

Alice said in a joking tone. She really likes to find trouble with him. Alice didn't want to really fight Alexander because she knew that she would lose no matter what she did and even Alexander could destroy Witenagemot now if he wanted to.

"Hmph. Isn't it only 17? I can do that too if I am active."

"Hehe. Well, I don't have any information about him anymore. You better go back and take care of those brutes in Royal Arsenal."

Alice said with an elegant smile with a hint of sarcasm.

"Hmph."

Alex transformed into sparks and disappeared from Alice's mansion.

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One week later.

Dubai, Burj Al Arab's Royal Suite.

Arne was leaning on his bed while holding his laptop to monitor stocks. Arne was very rich right now because of the assets that he "received" from those rich people. Company, mansion, villa, island, mountain, mine, and many more. In a week, Arne was already the de facto ruler of Dubai. The Magic Association in Dubai was already trying to get into contact with Arne to gain his good feeling.

But, Arne didn't want to meet them and let them meet Huginn or Muninn for that kind of thing. As expected, they just want to meet him to become his subordinates and gain protection under his wings.

Arne could only say yes and then they will give him some benefits like information, money, artifacts, and many more. For them, gaining protection from a Campione was like a dream. Almost all advanced countries in the world were ruled by the Campione and no one had the courage to go to war with them. By taking cover under Arne's wings, they could gain more benefits when they meet other countries without Campione or other Magic Association.

Well, in the end, those benefits will also flow to Arne naturally. He already controlled the economy of the normal side and the society of the supernatural side.

The Magic Association from other countries near Dubai like Uni Arab Emirates, Saudi Arabia, and Iran already tried to get into contact with Arne too for the same reason as the Magic Association of Dubai.

For Arne, Arne didn't care as long as they gave him benefits and tried to work together with each other because if they didn't, Arne would not only not get benefits but he would also have more problems in his life. Of course, Arne didn't want them.

Arne could take the whole Africa Continent, East and South Asia, and South America under his wings. As long as he didn't touch China, Balkan, Italy, Britain, and America, he could do anything. Campione won't care about the matters of the mortal world and they didn't care if the Magic Association in the world united to fight against them because no matter what, they can't win against the fool called Campione the God Slayer.

He was very grateful that the Third Campione, the Queen of Caves, didn't care about her territory because she always travels back to the past and won't stay in one timeline. The only city she ruled was Alexandria in Egypt and that was the place that Arne wanted to go to right now. But first, he wanted to visit Israel first because it was the easiest to conquer because Egypt's Magic Association still wanted to be under the Third Campione.

For the Magic Association and his Vasilius Corporation, he will leave them to Huginn, Muninn, Geri, and Freki.

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One hour later.

Arne had already arrived in Jerusalem, the capital of Israel. While flying, Arne was holding the camera that he bought when he was in Dubai. He really wanted to capture the beauty of nature and the tourist attractions of all the countries he had and will visit.

Not long after Arne arrived there, Arne was welcomed by a group of people wearing a black suit and was ready to welcome him when they saw him.

"Welcome to the capital of our country, O' Ragnarok King. We from the Star of David welcomed you."

One of the men stepped forward and greeted Arne who was taking photos around there. He greeted Arne with a smile but his face was full of hypocrisy. Arne knew the title he gained from the Witenagemot from Huginn and Muninn. Arne concealed himself with his power so he couldn't be detected by any Hime-Mikos or Witches. Arne really likes this title so much that he will visit the creator of the title and give him/her a good thing.

"Oh? Who are you? Why did you all wear those black suits?"

Arne turned his head and asked the man. Almost all people were wearing white robes in this city and they wore black suits like foreigners.

"My name is Aharon and I was sent here directly by my leader to greet you, King. I came from the Star of David, the largest Magic Association in Israel. As for our suit, it is the costume we choose when we meet foreigners so they won't get uncomfortable."

"Tell me more about Star of David of yours."

"Yes. Our Star of David is the first Magic Association in Israel and was created by our ancestor King Solomon when he was alive. We are the same as other Magic Association that guard the country and gather information."

The man was still smiling but Arne really hated that smile right now. How could he tarnish the best expression of a human with that fake smile?

"So? What do you want with me?"

Arne was already in the Persona he created before. Dominant and tyrant. It was quite hard because it wasn't his usual behavior but this is necessary.

"Our leader wants to meet you, King. Please come with us."

The man answered but Arne only sneered at the man. He thought that this man wanted to test him and then if he was naive, he would try to manipulate him. Those words he said may not have any malice because he concealed it well like an expert. But Arne was a Campione, and he killed Loki, the God of Mischief and Trickster. He knew when people were bad or not just with their expressions.

And this Aharon was obviously full of hypocrisy. He flattered him in the first part when he called him king and thought that Arne was just a young boy and would be flattered like what another boy would do when they were called like that. But, in the second part, the moment he said please, he was like those policemen that said please but actually ordering him to come with them and he can't reject them.

Arne didn't say anything and released a bit of his magical power and aimed it at Aharon. The surroundings turned cold as he glared at Aharon.

"Are you ordering me?"

Aharon felt something was pressing him and he couldn't help but kneel.

"O' King, please forgive this lowly one!!"

Aharon felt that if this kept going on, he would be crushed to death.

After hearing him, Arne only sneered and said to them.

"You better remember this, I hate when someone orders me and tries to play against me. Know your place, you ants."

That was something that won't give any sign of intimidation when it was spoken by a ten years old boy but when Arne said it, the others could feel a chill on their spine with sweat gushing out of their foreheads. Their bodies were very cold right now after they heard that. Plus, Arne's red eyes really give them the feeling of death if they were glared at by them.

After that, they nodded weakly and Arne pulled back his magic power. Well, from today, he will be known as one of the devil kings. The good thing would be that the other people won't try to provoke him after they saw what happened to the first one.

"Bring me to your headquarters."

"Y-Yes, King. Please bless our place with your grace."

Aharon stood and said weakly at Arne. He really didn't want to feel that and put himself on the death door again. If not for their leader ordering him to try to take a shot and provoke the new King, he obviously won't do such a stupid thing.

After that, Arne didn't answer him while Aharon brought him to the headquarters of Star of David.

Arne always felt weird about them because of something.

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