Ragnarok: Alpha and Omega

Then—darkness.

No.

I forced my head up, refusing to let it end like this. Didn't I promise myself? That I'd give my all? That I wouldn't be the one to drag Jason's dream down?

Gritting my teeth, I dug my feet into the ground, anchoring myself. My ribs screamed in protest, but I ignored the pain.

I turned to Jason, meeting his gaze with a fierce determination.

"Don't worry. It's not over yet."

Jason let out a shaky breath. "You scared me for a second there."

I forced a smirk. "Don't worry about me. I'll handle this guy—you take the other."

In reality, I was barely holding on. My ribs ached, my limbs felt heavy, but one thought echoed in my mind—No matter what happens, even if the pain is unbearable… just smile and face it like a man.

From the start, this tournament felt like fun and games. But this? This is what I signed up for. If I was going to become a god, I needed to be strong enough to prove it. 

Clenching my fists, I rushed forward at the axe-wielder. I barely managed to throw a punch before—WHAM!

With a single swing of his axe's flat side, he bashed me away like a baseball off a bat. 

My body soared across the arena, the world spinning before—CRASH!

I slammed into the barrier, the impact rattling through my bones before I collapsed to the ground. 

Jason, meanwhile, was firing shots at both opponents, his movements sharp and precise. But I… 

I was gasping for air, my body screaming in pain. My vision blurred at the edges, and for a brief second, the thought crept in—Just let go.

Just as I struggled to my feet, the unexpected happened.

The axe-wielding brute launched himself from across the arena—closing the distance in an instant.

That's when I realized… things were about to get even worse.

A low chuckle escaped his lips as he loomed over me. "I wonder how much this protective shield can handle... or rather, how much pain you can endure."

I looked up—and what I saw sent a chill down my spine.

His face twisted into a grin. Not just any grin. The smile of a predator—one that had cornered its prey and was ready to devour it whole.

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Meanwhile, on Jason's side…

He fired relentlessly at the weird one—the name he had decided to call his opponent. But something was off. 

"Why am I missing?" Jason muttered in frustration. His shots weren't connecting, and that made no sense. 

His gaze flickered toward Ragnarok. What he saw made his heart drop. 

Ragnarok was about to be beaten into the ground. 

"Damn it!" Without hesitation, Jason abandoned his current fight and rushed toward his partner, his fingers pulling the trigger nonstop. His duo pistols blazed, then in a seamless motion, he switched to an AK-47, firing a relentless stream of bullets. 

Still not enough. 

Without stopping, he changed weapons again—this time, pulling out a bazooka and launching a massive explosion. 

BOOM!

Smoke and fire erupted, engulfing the axe-wielding brute. 

But when the dust settled, Jason's blood ran cold. 

The brute stood there, completely unharmed.

His axe had sliced through every bullet, every missile, rendering the attacks useless. It was as if the explosions had been nothing more than a light breeze to him. 

Then—from nowhere—a shadow flickered. 

Before Jason could react, the weird one appeared right in front of him. 

Ragnarok saw what was happening while everyone else remained active, but to him, it was as if time slowed down. Even so, he could still react. 

"Jason!" he called out. "The reason you can't hit him is because he can slow time!" 

Jason's eyes widened. "How do you know?" 

"Because to you, he moved in an instant," Ragnarok replied. "But in my eyes, he's walking, and the crowd looks like they're in slow motion. That means it's not super speed—it's time manipulation." 

The crowd erupted in murmurs. 

"The ability to slow time? Isn't that god-level power?" 

"Man, thank God I placed my bet on them!" 

"Hah! And these so-called 'Duo Gods' can't do anything but take a beating!" 

"At least the weapon guy is trying," someone scoffed. 

"Yeah, but what about the other one? I don't even know what his ability is." 

"True, but at least he was able to spot the weird one's ability. That should count for something, right?" 

Someone from the back shouted, "Spotting an opponent's power is useless if he can't do anything to stop it!" 

Jason clenched his teeth and fired another shot at the weird one—but the moment he pulled the trigger, time slowed again. 

Then, when time returned to normal, Jason tripped and tumbled forward—right into the axe-wielding brute. 

The moment he tried to stand, the brute's fist connected with his face—boom! 

Jason's body flew across the arena, crashing into the ground. 

The crowd winced. "Oww!" they reacted in unison, the impact sounding painful even to them. 

Then, the axe-wielder unleashed his rage on Ragnarok. 

A barrage of punches. 

His body slammed against the barrier. 

A relentless beating. 

Meanwhile, the weird one simply stood there, watching with disdain. "Pathetic scumbags, thinking they can become gods." 

Jason struggled to his feet. He could barely move, barely breathe. He had to say it. 

"I quit—" 

But before he could finish, Ragnarok's bloodied voice cut through the air. 

"If you dare give up on your dream… I will personally beat you up myself!" 

Jason froze. His mind raced. 

"That axe wielder hit me once, and I can't feel my body. But Ragnarok… he's taken dozens of those blows. And I want to quit? What kind of loser would I be?" 

His jaw tightened. His teeth clenched. 

His fists shook with frustration. 

Then, with renewed resolve, he forced himself to stand. 

Across the arena, Ragnarok—his one good eye barely open—looked at him. 

Jason eyes from light blue changed to golden yellow the same as his hair colour.

Then, in a whisper, he said: 

"Prove to them you can become a god. 

Finish it for me." 

Then, everything went dark in his eyes.