Player's Journey In Anime World

Then, Ryou's entire body collapsed directly onto Gilgamesh's soft form. Even worse, his lips coincidentally landed right on Gilgamesh's red lips.

"Mm?! Mmph mmph!!!"

Gilgamesh's beautiful eyes instantly widened in shock as she struggled furiously to free herself.

"Well, well~ Who would've thought the mighty King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, would enjoy this sort of thing? Truly surprising~"

At this moment, a mischievous voice echoed. Gilgamesh turned toward the source of the voice and saw Ishtar Rin standing there, her devilish smile fixed squarely on the two of them. Gilgamesh's mind practically exploded. Of all people, her mortifying state had to be witnessed by this woman! Since the mythological era, she and Ishtar had been sworn enemies. Even now, while working under the same Master, they maintained only the bare minimum of civility, refraining from fighting in Ryou's presence—just barely. Whenever the two met, mocking jabs and sarcastic barbs were inevitable. And now, after being pinned to the ground by their Master and having her first kiss stolen in such an undignified manner, her arch-nemesis had seen it all! The mere thought of this accursed woman bringing up this incident every time they met in the future made Gilgamesh's blood boil. Her pride as the King of Heroes could not tolerate such humiliation.

Losing her composure, she shoved Ryou off her, scrambled to her feet, and glared furiously at Ishtar, fists clenched.

"You despicable woman! How dare you mock me?!"

Ishtar smiled wickedly.

"Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't dare compare to Your Majesty's hunger. To think the Heroic King would roll around in the dirt with her Master like this!"

Snap!

Something broke in Gilgamesh's mind.

"Wretched wench! I'll kill you!"

"Think I'm afraid of you? Bring it on!"

In an instant, it was goddess versus Heroic King—a clash of titanic proportions!

...

When Ryou woke up, he was greeted by utter devastation around him, the sight leaving him dumbfounded.

"No way! I just took a nap, and this is what happens?"

He opened the system panel, taking a closer look at his attributes.

[Name: Nguyen Ryou]

[Original Race: Human]

[Class: None]

[Level: True God (Second Stage)]

[Base Attributes:Strength: ★★★★★]

[Agility: ★★★★☆]

[Endurance: ★★★★★★]

[Magic Power: ★★★★★]

[Luck: ★★★★★]

[Class Skills: ]

[Divine Artifact Crafting, Low-Level Energy Nullification]

[Possessed Skills:]

[Grandmaster Weapon Mastery]

[Grandmaster Hand-to-Hand Combat]

[Energy Burst (True God Level)]

[Primordial Rune (70%)True God Level]

[World Ruler (God-King Level)]

[Body of the God-King]

[Shave (True God Level)]

[Noble Phantasms:]

[Reversal War God [True] (God-King Level)]

[Brahma (True God Level)]

[Apocalypse (???)]

[Machine Gun Blow (True God Level)]

[Source Powers:]

[Ocean Ruler (+)]

[World Separation (++)]

[Command of Death (+)]

Not only had his base attributes been upgraded to star ratings, but his skills and Noble Phantasms had also undergone massive enhancements. Most had reached True God-Level, while a select few top-tier abilities had advanced to God-King Level. What surprised him was that [Apocalypse] still displayed a question mark for its level. Could this evolving artifact have origins tied to the Creation God level—or perhaps even higher?

...

After collecting the Fruit of Eden, Ryou departed the Danmachi World. Its remaining value to him had diminished significantly. But to his surprise, the Danmachi World's development took an unexpected turn after his departure. To counter increasingly rampant mortals, the gods were forced to unite. However, having exhausted vast amounts of divine energy to merge their individually created small worlds, the creator gods had entered long periods of slumber. In their absence, the current god-kings collaborated to create a god specifically designed to combat god-slayers. God-slayers, supported by their followers, established territories, gradually forming god-slayer-centric nations, earning them the title of [Demon Lords]. The god created to counter the god-slayers possessed power equivalent to ten of them combined. It was regarded by the gods as their ultimate weapon, earning the title of the [Final King].

Back in Chaldea, Ryou rested for a day before preparing for a new dungeon expedition. He had a strong premonition: this dungeon would be the final piece of the puzzle in his ascent to godhood. This time, he brought along the newly summoned Gilgamesh. Originally planning to go alone, he had no choice but to bring her along since she was still sulking over the previous incident. To ensure success, he shamelessly approached Scathah for help. Surprisingly, she agreed, much to Ryou's delight. This time, victory seemed assured.

...

However, as soon as they entered the new world, they were hit with a rude awakening. The sky was shrouded in thick black clouds, with occasional red lightning slithering through. Despite it being midday, no sunlight penetrated the darkness. The sky looked as if a black dome had covered the world. The air reeked of burnt flesh, as though the atmosphere itself was on fire. Large flakes of gray-black snow drifted down from above. Instinctively, Ryou caught one in his hand. A slight stinging sensation followed. This wasn't snow; it was radioactive, magical dust. The world resembled a nuclear wasteland, teetering on the brink of death. In the distance, the sounds of artillery and flashes of magical energy punctuated the chaos. Destructive forces continued to ravage the already ruined land.

"This world is insane," Ryou muttered grimly. A post-apocalyptic world was bad enough, but to think idiots were still waging war here? "What's wrong with these morons? Mutual destruction is fun to you?"

For Ryou, Gilgamesh, and Scathach, survival in even harsher environments was no problem. But being dumped in a place like this annoyed Ryou immensely. It was like stepping on dog poop—not harmful, but disgusting.

"Hmm?"

At that moment, Ryou noticed the sound of shouting and the clash of weapons in the distance. The three exchanged glances. Gilgamesh's eyes glimmered with excitement, as if eager for action, while Shishou remained calm and indifferent, her demeanor unchanged even in the face of a post-apocalyptic world.

After a moment of thought, Ryou spoke.

"Let's go check it out."

Though Ryou, backed by the strength of Gilgamesh and Shishou, had little to fear from most challenges, caution was always wise. Especially in an unfamiliar and hostile world, gathering intelligence was critical.

As they crossed a low hill, a massive battlefield came into view. On one side were Warbeast, riding a variety of wild beasts. They bore human faces but had animal ears and tails. On the other side were monstrous creatures of all shapes and sizes. The two sides were locked in a savage struggle. Massive crossbow bolts, clouds of poison gas, acidic sprays, and fireballs filled the air. The Warbeast had an overwhelming advantage in numbers, coordinating like skilled hunters to surround and isolate smaller groups of monsters. But the monsters were no pushovers. Despite lacking coordination, their sheer size and innate magical abilities made them formidable. With a swipe of a claw, a tail lash, or a blast of venom, they inflicted heavy casualties on the beastfolk. It was a brutal, bloody conflict. Many Warbeast fell, and in turn, the monsters were relentlessly felled and dismembered.

Ryou observed the gory battlefield, the sight unsettling even to him. "Beasts are just beasts—utterly lacking in grace!"

Gilgamesh folded her arms, her expression disdainful as she watched the carnage unfold. At that moment, Ryou's sharp gaze caught something unusual. Along the edges of the battlefield, a group of people dressed like refugees hid in the forest. The forest bore signs of habitation, likely their shelter before the war reached them.

Enhancing his vision with energy, Ryou looked closer. The refugees crouched nervously in the shadows, clearly helpless against the chaos. Their home had unfortunately become a battleground, and they seemed incapable of resistance. A stray projectile could obliterate their shelter and their lives. They huddled in fear, powerless and desperate.

Ryou frowned deeply. Was this an isolated tragedy, or a reflection of humanity's plight across this world? While he wasn't a staunch human supremacist, seeing his kind reduced to such misery stirred a sense of responsibility. At that moment, a massive two-headed lion monster was brought down by the Warbeast. Sensing its impending doom, the creature unleashed a desperate fireball—not a typical fireball, but one as large as a carriage. It obliterated several Warbeast in its path before hurtling toward the forest where the refugees hid. The terrified refugees screamed, scrambling backward in vain. The fireball was far faster than they could flee. The Warbeast glanced briefly in the refugees' direction before refocusing on the battle. To them, these humans were ants—insignificant casualties.

Just as the fireball was about to engulf the forest, it suddenly veered off course. The flaming sphere shrank rapidly, transforming into a golden orb the size of a ping-pong ball, which floated harmlessly into Ryou's hand. With a smirk, Ryou flicked the orb back toward the battlefield.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion rocked the ground, sending a towering mushroom cloud into the sky. When the flames and smoke cleared, a massive crater, 100 meters in diameter, had replaced the battlefield's center. Everything in the blast zone—Warbeast and monsters alike—had been reduced to ash. Ryou nonchalantly blew on his fingers, as if dusting off imaginary soot. The battlefield fell silent. The Warbeast, their faces pale with fear, stared at Ryou's small but imposing figure. Their mounts trembled, ready to flee at any moment. The monsters, however, seemed enraged. A massive, three-headed wolf standing on a distant hill fixed its six eyes on Ryou, growling menacingly.

"AWOOOO!"

With a bloodcurdling howl, it signaled the monsters to attack. In unison, hundreds of monstrous beasts charged toward Ryou, their massive forms shaking the earth. The ground seemed to ripple like water, cracks spidering out from the impact of their charge. The air grew oppressive, thick with their overwhelming presence. Behind Ryou, the human refugees collapsed in fear. Many fell to their knees, trembling, while some curled up in fetal positions, unable to face the terror.

Ryou glanced back at them, his eyes betraying a hint of disappointment. It was clear to him now: humanity's survival in this world was precarious at best. Their spirits had been crushed, their resilience eroded by relentless hardship. They were like livestock, stripped of their will to fight.

"Looks like I'll have to pick up my old game again."

Ryou sighed, shaking his head. During his time in the world of Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress, he had faced similarly broken people. Their hopelessness had been a challenge, but through leadership and belief, he had rebuilt their resolve.

"Building morale is exhausting work," he muttered.

As he grumbled, Ryou began tracing runes in the air with his fingers. One by one, ancient and complex primordial runes materialized before him, forming a glowing script. In a mere second, an intricate chain of symbols hovered in the air. With a final stroke, the entire chain lit up. A dazzling flash erupted from the runes, coalescing into a pure white bolt of lightning. The lightning arced toward the charging monsters, branching out into a massive web of electricity.

ZZZZZZTTT!!!

In an instant, the monsters were reduced to charred husks, their massive forms obliterated by the blinding power of the lightning. A perfect, devastating wipeout.