Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Time flies, years pass, and the vegetation on Avalon Island has withered and flourished time and time again, and life on the earth has changed wave after wave.

Only the flowing water by the lake remains unchanged and undisturbed, reflecting the eternal starry sky.

"Wow..."

After an unknown amount of time, the crisp sound of water broke the long silence. In the surging ripples, a graceful figure was seen dragging a "coffin" that was parasitized by lake bottom vegetation, shellfish, barnacles and other things.

boom!

Ultimately, this substantial harvest was hauled to the grasslands of Avalon Island.

Next step, awaken...

How can we wake it up?

The graceful figure gazed at the heavy object encased in mud, tapped it curiously, and then maliciously raised the horned end of the wand, her eyes gleaming as she calculated the best angle and position to strike.

Click!

Just as some kind of club-shaped killing weapon was poised to be raised high, the thick mud shell suddenly cracked open. The fragments were swept to the sides by the soft light, and a spotless figure sat up from it, stretching his stiff shinbone. He looked at the newcomer before him, his eyelids twitched, and he frowned slightly.

"who are you?"

The graceful figure subtly concealed the raised magic wand behind her back, and chuckled with utmost elegance.

"Vivian, the fairy of paradise..."

"Gaia sent you?"

"Yes, the mysterious convergence is almost complete. There is only one gap left to be stitched up. Lady Gaia said that you can assist me in completing this mission."

"As expected, it's because of that damn thing with Britain."

The man smacked his lips, seemingly grumpy from waking up, quite displeased.

"Forget it, I'm already awake. I'm destined to be a workaholic, so I'll finish this job and then go back to sleep."

However, after adjusting himself for a moment, he reluctantly sat up from the ground and cracked his stiff muscles.

"Now that we're going to be companions, may I ask how I should address you from now on?"

The fairy Vivian blinked her dreamy purple eyes and asked with a smile.

"you can call me……"

The man drew the Star Sword, paused for a moment, his black hair turning into fragments of gold under the starlight, then turned back to gaze at his collaborator, a pleased smile curving his lips.

“The nameless swordsman… Arthur! As for you, let’s call you Mary.”

"Merry? Why?"

The graceful figure was somewhat stunned and asked in surprise.

"With your utterly despicable character, is there even a need to ask?"

The man gave a light snort of annoyance, and as he turned to look back, the image of the white-haired, purple-eyed, pointed-eared, smiling hybrid dream demon was clearly reflected in the snake-like vertical pupils.

Well, what an interesting fellow. It seems this trip won't be too boring.

Vivian, or rather, the magical girl Merry, gazed at the handsome man shrouded in mystery, donned a blue and white cloak, and began to walk forward. A delighted smile played on her lips as she followed closely behind, waiting for the fun to come her way.

A slight ripple spread across the lake's surface as the small boat carrying the two people moved on its own, breaking through the misty haze and heading towards the opposite shore.

As he crossed the water and stepped onto the solid land of Britain, Samael's deep eyes gazed into the distance, his heart filled with joy.

My dearest Lord Saber, I have arrived!

Epilogue

Phew, it wasn't easy. I finally finished writing it, albeit with many stumbles along the way. I wonder if everyone is satisfied with the ending?

To be honest, this volume is the one where I incorporated the most elements from the Age of Gods, researched the most information, and encountered the most chaotic and inconsistent historical periods. I'm truly grateful that I was able to finish it smoothly, and I also thank my readers for their continued support.

If possible, I'd still appreciate a follow-up subscription to boost the numbers. The current follow-up subscriptions are pitiful, only five or six hundred, while the group has 800 full subscribers...

In addition, here are some arrangements for the subsequent plot.

Some readers have commented that the content about Skadi and Scáthach's wives in the Norse Fantasy arc is too thin. I will probably consider writing a few chapters of the Norse Fantasy interlude first, and then start the Saber arc.

May I?

If I have some free time these next few days, I'll take the opportunity to fill in the gaps in the censored chapters about the Medusa sisters.

Finally, thank you all again. Please help the children (referring to a group of people who are struggling financially). Subscribe and sell some data; the numbers are truly appalling compared to the same period last year.

Side Story 1: Skadi Chapter (The Great Escape of the Snakes)

Jotunheim, one of the nine lands of giants in Northern Europe.

A cold and austere castle built against the mountain stands on a cliff. Under the howling wind, the pointed top tears through the clouds in the sky, making it look majestic and eye-catching. The magnificent palaces carved from ice and snow in the walls are lined up one after another, which is extremely beautiful in architecture, as if it were a fairy tale world that was out of place with the harsh environment around it.

In the elegant yet exquisite bedroom, a young, jet-black snake lay coiled on a soft bed covered with the furs of a winter bear and a frost wolf, its head drooping, looking utterly dejected.

The world is impermanent.

It's unbelievable that Samael, the dignified ruler of Orphism and the Greek god of necessity, has been reduced to this nascent age of gods in Norse mythology for only a short time, and is already likely to lose his virginity again so soon...

And the one who will defile him is Skadi, the goddess of the mountains and the master of this ice castle.

Of course, if it were just physical "humiliation," Samael could simply close his eyes and give in, barely accepting it.

The worst-case scenario is that the way to truly engage in deep communication is not for him to stab someone, but for him to be stabbed himself.

Samael glanced out the window and saw on both sides of the path leading to the castle, ferocious monsters and deformed giants, some frozen into ice crystals to serve as road signs, others skewered into roasted meat and left to dry in the wind and snow as exhibits to deter foreign enemies. He felt a tightness in his lower body and a chill run down his spine.

This place is called Thoremheim, a region in Jotunheim, the land of giants, where mountain giants and frost giants live together, and the situation is quite chaotic.

For the giants who primarily solve problems with their fists rather than their brains, the customs of this place often begin with morning greetings like "What are you looking at?" and "What's it to you!" as the opening etiquette, and end with physical exchanges like "Try touching me?" and "Try it or not!" as the closing act of the day.

In other words, once the giants awaken, they're either fighting or on their way to fight.

If today's discussion wasn't intense enough, that's okay. Eat well, get a good night's sleep, and there's always tomorrow.

Therefore, the constant roaring and shrill howls, day and night, would enter his ears along with the howling cold wind.

In short, based on what he had heard and his observations over the past few days, Samael could basically conclude that the atmosphere in Solemheim was even better than that of the more honest and simple-minded Gotham City.

However, compared to the outside world, Samael felt that the castle was more dangerous.

Because his wife Skadi, who was sent from heaven, had been keeping him captive in Jotunheim ever since she abducted him from Asgard. Every time he returned from patrolling the territory, he was covered in a strong smell of blood, and his temper grew worse day by day.

The ancient snake worried that if things continued like this, one day she might be in a bad mood and drag her legally married husband, whom she had obtained for free, out to be sacrificed to the heavens, so that he could keep company with the ice sculptures outside the door.

After all, he was the son of Loki, her enemy...

However, in this mess, Samael, who transformed into the World Serpent Jormungandr, was also an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.

Originally, he risked his life to sneak out of the Midgard, the land of exile, into the Golden Palace, to meet with Odin, the king of the gods, and to discuss the fate of Ragnarok in a mysterious and pretentious manner, hoping to change his situation and avoid becoming enemies with the Norse gods as prophesied, thus preventing him from returning to Greece and Mesopotamia to reunite with his mother, Tiamat, and the others.

As a result, just when they had painstakingly persuaded Odin and were about to leave the house to enjoy their peaceful and uneventful life, they encountered Skadi, the goddess of the mountains, coming to their door to cause trouble for the Norse gods.

The cause was related to Samael's dead father, Loki, in Northern Europe.

Not long ago, Shaki, the mountain giant who ruled Solemheim, coveted the Tree of Youth, which could keep the gods of Asgard forever young. Therefore, he plotted to coerce Loki and kidnapped Eden, the goddess of youth, to his castle.

Having lost the fruits of youth from the goddess of youth, the Norse gods aged and their divine power diminished. After investigation, the truth was finally uncovered.

Having been caught red-handed, Loki, in order to atone for his mistake, had no choice but to bite the bullet and secretly steal Eden, the goddess of youth, back from Shaki's castle.

As a result, Shaki discovered this, and the mountain giant pursued him relentlessly, venturing alone into Asgard, where he was later surrounded and burned to death by the Norse gods.

To be honest, while the Asgardian gods themselves weren't exactly clean, this conflict was indeed Shaki's own fault.

For the gods of Asgard, the goddess of youth and the fruit of youth are the foundation for maintaining their divine power and eternal youth, and they absolutely cannot allow outsiders to touch them.

As an ancient being among the mountain giants, Shaki is very strong, essentially the uncrowned king among them. His own magic can even outwit Odin, Thor, and Loki.

The Asgardian gods, wary of his power, originally had no intention of opposing him. Their approach was primarily to take advantage of him, and they also gave the mountain giant considerable face.

However, Shaki's persistent greed made it impossible for the Asgardian gods to see any possibility of reconciliation, so they had no choice but to take drastic measures and join forces to eliminate this threat.

Thus, the drama of Skadi, the daughter of Shaki and the goddess of the mountains, coming to seek revenge ensued.

According to the predetermined fate, this understanding mountain goddess will make peace with the gods of Asgard once the two conditions she proposed are met.

At that time, Samael, who was trapped in the Golden Palace, took the opportunity to propose a strategy of reconciliation with Skadi. He wanted to use his foresight to do a favor for the gods of Asgard and at the same time deepen his mystery in Odin's mind.

Unexpectedly, although the ending remained the same, the course of history was altered due to his intervention.

Skadi, who was supposed to choose Njord, the sea god, from among the Asgardian gods to be her husband, instead abducted this innocent young serpent and kept him in Jotunheim.

To be fair, Samael had considered having a different kind of interaction with this beautiful and aloof mountain goddess, but definitely not in this way.

Skadi, who had the gods cover their faces to observe their feet and choose a husband, pulled out the one with the snake tail who stood out most prominently in the hall.

If you're going to spout nonsense like "love at first sight," Samael guarantees he'll spit on you and kill you.

He's not stupid. Skadi came here seeking revenge, and her dead father Loki was one of the major factors that led to Shaki's demise.

Even if Skadi calmed down after some mediation, it wouldn't be his place to fall in love at first sight.

It's more likely that they're seeking revenge!

If Samael remembers correctly, in the future, after Loki murdered Baldr, the god of light, he was judged by the gods, bound to a giant rock, and a venomous snake that dripped venom was placed on his head.

Legend has it that this venomous snake was provided by Skadi...

Given the cautionary tale of Loki, Samael has been living in constant fear ever since he entered Skadi's den.

Therefore, Samael has been trying his best to keep a low profile and behaves very obediently.

The ancient snake feared that one day, this unexpected wife might take a dislike to him and stew him to vent her anger and comfort the spirit of her father, Xia Ji, in heaven.

At first, he hoped that time would gradually dilute the hatred caused by this mess.

However, this mountain palace, which occupied a large area, was as conspicuous as a firefly in the dark to the giants who lived in caves and ice caves.

Therefore, ever since Shaki's death, there have been giants who wanted to move, constantly coming to provoke her, serving as a constant reminder to the mountain goddess:

Little girl, your father is dead, and you're down on your luck.

Although most of those ignorant fools, because they underestimated the power of this mountain goddess, ended up as road signs and exhibits outside the castle gates.

But this inevitably annoyed Skadi, who returned home every day covered in the smell of blood, her face growing more and more gloomy each day.

Samael worried that if things continued like this, his wife, who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, might one day have a change of heart and strip him clean and cook him.

Fortunately, all that pretense of being well-behaved these past few days wasn't for nothing.

The ancient serpent had already secretly figured out the way in and out of the castle, as well as the magical traps set along the way.

Moreover, given the recent unrest in Solemheim, Skadi left home this afternoon with a large group of men, looking hurried.

She hasn't returned by this time, most likely because she's being held up by a formidable opponent.

Therefore, with the castle now empty and Queen Skadi absent, it is the perfect time to escape.

Okay, it's time for the shift change!

As the moon rose high in the sky, the young black snake, anticipating the change of guard time, immediately shed its lazy and docile demeanor from its coiled position in its soft fur, and energetically slithered off the bed, its slender body disappearing into the shadows.

Those mountain giants and frost giants, with their inferior bloodlines, dull senses, and clumsy movements, were completely unaware that the queen's young husband was slipping away from the darkness, clinging to the wall.

Having thoroughly familiarized himself with the terrain, Samael stealthily navigated through obstacle after obstacle, emerging safely from the gates of the gloomy castle.

I'm free! Hahaha, I'm finally free!

Having escaped, the ancient serpent breathed in the fresh air outside the castle and couldn't help but sway its tail in celebration on the cold mountain rocks.

After all, the feeling of having your life in someone else's hands is just too oppressive.

He's not a submissive; in this situation, running away from the wedding is the wisest choice.

Having escaped the shadow of being boiled in soup, Samael followed the rugged mountain path downhill, feeling relaxed and his mind was filled with a jumble of thoughts as he considered where he would go next.

Asgard PS!

That old bastard Odin, whether out of a test of his ally or out of a desire to see things go smoothly, actually sold him to Skadi without even trying to keep him.

And his nominal father, Loki, was no better. As soon as he heard that he was no longer involved, he practically beat Loki to a pulp and handed his son over to Skadi as a form of reconciliation.

If Skadi hadn't directly lifted this poor, helpless little snake onto her chariot, Samael suspected that Loki, who had so eagerly shown off his spell ropes, might have given the gods a bondage performance right then and there.

This is definitely family! Blood is thicker than water!