Chapter 200 The Start

(Time skip)

Ragnar sat alone in his realm. The only thing keeping him company was his vermin. They ran back and forth, preparing some sort of construction. It was slowly taking the shape of a pure black katana. Each Nightwater Vermin that was born somehow ended up as a sacrifice to that very blade. With each death it became darker and sharper.

The blade in question made the realm itself tremble in delight with its presence.

As for Ragnar he was inside his mind. Fighting a physical form of the system, time and existence version of himself at the same time. Despite it being a three versus one he somehow kept the three at bay, not losing to their endless onslaught.

Ragnar once more rocked a beard. Fourth and higher beings can manipulate their forms as they grow stronger. Other than that nothing had changed about him, visibly at least.

In reality he was hundreds of times stronger than when he first became 70th layer. All thanks to the sword that countless vermins killed themselves for.

Days went by and the final vermin was sacrificed. The blade would no longer accept such mundane blood. Without a welder it lifted itself into the air and flew towards the meditating Ragnar and pierced his back, cleanly piercing all the way, sticking out of his stomach.

His blood wasn't golden, nor was it red. It wasn't blood at all, but Nightwater that flowed out of his wounds.

Having regained his consciousness he grabbed the sharp edge of the sword and pulled it out through his front. Making the shaft of the katana open up an even bigger hole in his stomach. But the second the blade left his body he healed.

"So in the end my inborn weapon was a sword." Ragnar mumbled and carefully stroked the edge of the blade.

All Sun Dinosaurs would receive a weapon bound to their mind. Ragnar's weapon happened to be a sword, how typical if you ask him.

Ragnar grabbed the handle and carefully swung the sword back and forth. With each swing it would leave a crack in his realm. But somehow his realm greedily slurped up the crack and not the other way around.

Billions of Nightwater Vermin bowed towards their lord. Waiting for his final word, even if they could not participate in their lord's feud.

"Today a war will begin!" Ragnar said with his back turned to his servants. He was admiring the beauty of his sword, carefully playing with it in his hands.

"You have already done your part my faithful servants, now it's my turn to fulfill mine!" he continued and finally turned to his slaves.

"I will leave now, perhaps to never return. But my realm has been rebuilt and upon my death Nightwater will become a seventh dimensional realm once more and on my victory it will do the same. Your fate is not strictly bound to this battle, but if I win I promise all of you that I will reward you handsomely for your sacrifices and hardships!" he told his people and then he left.

A cape made of darkness fluttered in the realm, as he moved, leaving behind his only safe place. A war was coming and he was the one at the front. He was to lead the regrettable war against Norse Mythology and win!

There wasn't a single god or giant in the pantheon anymore. Everyone was peak of fifth dimensional hood. An endless horde of celestials and titans waited for their lord to give them the speech. The final words before war. A platform had been built, it was enhanced in a special manner that made it viewable from anywhere in the realm.

On the platform Xelena, Bennett, Julia, Ratri, Hephaestus, Bitqrapro and Unity stood. Ragnar was yet to arrive and a giant throne had been prepared for him, built for his arrival. For hundreds of thousands of years Ragnar never left his realm and the others could only imagine what he was doing.

It was simple what he did of course. He regularly bathed in the rivers of time, trained against himself and constructed his soul weapon, also called inborn weapon. He had lost it when he was younger and descended from grace. But through countless sacrifices done by his own followers was he able to regain it before once more becoming Seventh Dimensional. Or whatever they were truly called. He had spent a lot of time wondering what it all meant. But somehow each time he gained dark thoughts about his life and the lie everyone lived in. The words of the dimension rang in his head. It was right, life, no matter where or how was life. No matter how meager the worth, it wasn't worthless.

A mirage of Ragnar took form on the platform and his real self slowly appeared. Without saying a word he slumped down on his throne and breathed heavily. Despite the fact that he didn't need oxygen. His restless eyes scoured all who was laying witness to his might.

His words range throughout the realm, making his pantheon's members sober.

"The word has been said and the war has ignited! Loki, the titan of mischief, has been freed from his chains and Surtur and his army have left their shore. Sailing towards Asgard. The army of titans is massive and they have many who've reached the sixth dimension amongst their ranks.

"Fenrir has been freed from his chains! Jormungandr has finally moved, now only we remain to make a move!

"Today we will join up with the titans and sail with them. The ships that can survive the treacherous waters of their realms have been prepared by Hephatus. Today we join them and discuss our plan. Today we befriend them, become as close as family, we will be one under this war and many of us will perish for real. So never forget your friends' faces, for this might be the last time you see one another!

"Hephaestus, prepare for takeoff!"

His words steered excitement amongst all of the pantheon members. Their very purpose from the start was to fight against Norse Mythology and they were ready for that.

Without wasting time millions of boats with an infinite space inside of them were brought forth. All titans and celestials quickly boarded the boats and they took off. It only took an hour for the whole pantheon to leave the realm. Now heading towards a war, one that they might never return from.

Ragnar was the last to leave. Everyone, including the other sixth dimensional beings had already left and he remained alone on his throne. He had missed the feeling of sitting on a throne, the feeling of ruling Chaos. But this was also good. He sighed and tapped his finger against the throne's arm.

His sword was floating next to him with a sinister black glow. That gluttonously absorbed everything around its perimeters. It hummed quietly, making the weak realm shake. It was nowhere as strong as Ragnar's realm and therefore it was being destroyed just from the blade sealed presence.

Ragnar gently took his weapon from the air and placed it in a holster made from Nightwater resting on his waist. His cape on Nightwater wrapped itself around Ragnar's body, hiding the weapon, as Ragnar stood up.

Ragnar slowly lifted his hand and made a crack appear in front of him. This Crack wasn't a crack into chaos, it was simply a crack in time and space itself. Giving Ragnar the ability to travel anywhere and this time he would travel to Surtr's boat.

#Name: Ragnar

Race: false, lesser dimension, known as Eminento Tyranious

Power: Seventieth layer out of a hundred, Sixth dimensional, sealed seventh dimensional

Soul weapon/Inborn weapon: Katana of the original timeline(Description: A blade capable of cutting through fate itself. Change what has happened and decide what will happen, nothing is safe from its grasp) Currently sealed, still sharp enough to slice time itself.

True skills: (Reverse Time) (Rewrite) (Warption Of Time) (True Time Stop)

(Nightwater) (Overflow) (Decision)....(Absolute Swordsmanship)

Titles: (The One Who Knows The Truth) (He Who Walks Alone) (Son Of The Oldest Sun Dinosaur) (Original Timeline) (Cursed and hated) (The Slave Of The All Knowing)....(He Who Mastered The Sword Beyond Its Originator) (Primordial Of Swordsmanship) #

This was how his system looked now. Everyday it was changing itself. Creating new missions and whatnot. But right now there was no need for a mission! Ragnar had reached the peak of his power and could only wait till he had defeated Norse Mythology before he could grow stronger.

Ragnar appeared next to a small creature sitting on a burning throne made out of skulls of aesir. The creature had black stones and bruning magma as skin and a sword that looks like it's been through countless battles. This was Surtr, in a shrunken form.

"You have arrived, as you promised. So you truly wish to defeat Norse Mythology. Why I don't know, but I hope your help can save us.

"Thank you for the help you've given us and for releasing both Fenrir and Loki." the titan said.

"No problem, I had someone go make quick work of their release!"

(A day ago) ~Pov Ratri~ (Third Person)

Ratri joined Ragnar in his realm, after he summoned her.

"What can I do for you today, lord Ragnar~" she said jokingly.

"I need your help, can you please release two of my friends. They'll be needed for the war and you'll be the best bet of releasing them!" Ragnar pleaded.

"Sure, just give me the details, lord Ragnar~" she said again, making Ragnar shiver uncomfortably.

'She's acting more and more like this lately!' Ragnar thought to himself, then he gave her the details.

"I need you to go to the enemy's backline and release Loki, he's trapped in a cave. Just follow my energy and you'll find him. He's being tended to by a dear servant of mine and she wasn't killed when Alice went ballistic, as she wasn't there. I don't think she knows what happened, so please bring her up to date!

"The second one is Fenrir, he's a wolf and a big one at that. He's chained inside of a mountain and is waiting to get released. You should be capable of saving him somehow!"

"Sure, I'll get going then!" Ratri said and disappeared from Ragnar's sight. Though he could still see her perfectly well. As nothing escaped his eyes anymore. His sight was even truer than Odin's, which would come in handy under the war.

Ratri appeared in a burning world with a never ending pool of magma. She felt a faint trace of Ragnar's powers and quickly moved. She knew it was very far from here and that she would have to move quite the bit.

As she was slowly getting close she was interrupted by a powerful fire titan. It was very powerful and would make any sixth dimensional being question their actions. But Ratri simply scuffed at the small display of power.

"Are you a servant of Odin, or are you one of the rebels?" she simply asked. Ready to make the enemy have one less backbone.

"How dare you, I am Surtr, I would never serve that bastard. He abandoned the sacred worship of infinities that we were granted and waged war on all of us!" Surtr screamed in anger. Ratri froze when the titan mentioned worshiping the infinites.

"Wait, are you, were you… To think there would be such magnificent beings left. The infinites stopped allowing us to worship them long ago. To think Odin would do such a thing.

"Listen here, fire titan. I am Ratri, a friend of Ragnar, I was sent here to free Loki and Fenrir. Can You lead me to them?"