Yet another letter from the Ragnarok fighter’s palace had arrived. Your head maid handed another scroll, her expression curious, “Do you intend to humour him?” By him, you knew she meant Qin Shi Huang. It was through her that you had information about this Qin Shi Huang who was pursuing you, to know that his interest in you was not for an equally balanced partnership. You’d heard he had the mindset of a conquerer – unsurprising, considering his status as an emperor in life, but you hadn’t thought he’d be this persistent in pursuing you.

Your palace was large, tucked further into the clouds of Valhalla as you had requested when you first arrived here. A Highness of your status in life should not have to settle for anything less. You had fought, bled and burned in life in the name of the gods – it was only proper for them to pay off their dues for the suffering they gave and made you cause. As you read the letter, you noted that this letter was much more official.

Of course, you heard word that the Ragnarok fighters were granted one wish following their victory in battle, no matter if they were god or man. No one had expected that there would be an extra reward, but now that it was out in the open, people couldn’t help but be excited to see what the victors would ask for. Suddenly having a bad feeling about this letter, you set off to the Ragnarok stadium to speak with him. You reached the stadium, and stepped out into the crowds, your eyes landed on the fight below.

There, amidst the carnage of the battlefield, stood Qin Shi Huang, injured but victorious. A wild grin curled his lips as he held up his clenched fist, standing over Hades’ disintegrating corpse. He must have felt the weight of your gaze. He lifted his head at your arrival before hopping up and stumbling over to you despite his condition, the hidden dark desires buried in his grin.

“Would it be so terrible, becoming mine?” Qin Shi asked, hopping off the railing to step closer to you, his taller form looming over yours.