Beyond the Apocalypse-Chapter 765: Cheating?

As the crowd erupted in cheers, a wave of awe and admiration swept through the arena. Even the faces of the super powerhouses seated in the podiums softened, their expressions shifting from detached superiority to genuine respect.

For so long, the Tournament of Destiny had been a source of frustration for them—an event that disrupted their peace, a farce pushed forward by forces stronger than they could challenge. It was an affront to their culture, a spectacle manipulated by those beyond their control. And yet, none of that mattered now.

Because Freya—through her own sheer strength and indomitable will—had shattered the chains that bound her. She had won the tournament. She had proven, to all of Valhalla, that only she had the right to decide her destiny. No one else.

The cheers and smiles filled the podiums—except for one.

Earl Octavio sat frozen, stupefied, his face drained of color. His mind reeled, unable to comprehend how this had happened.

Freya had not only survived... she had won.

And Lucius, the one he had trusted, the secret weapon of their plans, had perished.

Shock turned to terror as, before he could process his thoughts, a voice boomed in his mind—so powerful, so immense, that it felt as though his very skull might crack from the pressure. The voice was cold and filled with an icy rage that chilled him to the core.

"You have failed."

The words were a death sentence.

"If you do not act now—if you do not obey—your fate will be far worse than death."

Octavio trembled, sweat pouring down his face. His breath came in ragged gasps, his vision blurring. He knew that if he followed the command of that powerful entity, his entire bloodline would be condemned by all of Valhalla. Their reputation would be stained and sullied to the point they would become a pariah, shunned by all.

And yet, faced with that horror, Octavio made his choice. His life—his own survival—mattered more than anything. Even if it meant sacrificing everything else.

Taking a deep breath, his eyes sharpened with a cruel light. His energy exploded outward in a violent surge, and in a flash, he soared from the podium into the air above the arena, his aura billowing like a stormcloud.

"You have cheated!" he roared, his voice thundering across the Arena of Gods.

The aura of a Superior Legend radiated from him, spreading in all directions, saturating the air with crushing pressure. The sheer weight of his presence pressed down on the arena like an invisible hand, making the normal Vikings feel as though they were suffocating.

Freya—bloodied, one-armed, barely standing—felt the full brunt of his wrath. Her body trembled under the force, but her eyes remained firm. She clenched her bloody fist, her expression calm, her soul at peace.

She had already accepted her fate.

The moment she triggered the core embedded in her heart, she had known this might be her final battle. If she was going to die, it would be on her feet, fighting for her freedom, not shackled by the lies and manipulations of men like Octavio.

The ordinary Vikings in the stands struggled to breathe, but the super powerhouses on the podiums endured. They sat tall, their eyes narrowing with rage and disgust.

Freya had just won an unjust tournament through her own grit, and now this man—this coward—dared to brand her a cheater?

What kind of sick joke was this?

Their bodies tensed, ready to rise and defend her, to put an end to Octavio’s outrage once and for all.

But just as they were about to stand, an overwhelming force crashed down upon them—an oppressive, suffocating energy that pinned them in place. It was so vast, so cosmic in scope, that even they—Superior Legends—felt powerless.

They exchanged looks, silent but knowing.

This power... they recognized it.

And they understood exactly what it meant.

If they unleashed their full might, they could break free of this pressure. They could challenge the source. But to do so would mean defying a force far beyond them. A force they could not afford to provoke.

Their faces twisted in humiliation and fury, but one by one, they sat back down, heads bowed in frustration, rage burning in their hearts.

Freya saw it too. She glanced at the motionless figures in the stands, her expression hardening.

Octavio, meanwhile, sneered wide, a vile grin splitting his face.

"Hahaha! Now I will show you the price of cheating in a tournament!"

His words echoed like a slap across the arena, sparking anger and frustration in the hearts of all who heard them. But none dared speak. None dared rise.

For a long, breathless moment, it seemed the Earl’s power would go unchallenged.

Until...

"Hmph!"

Four sharp sneers tore through the air—so powerful, so fierce, that they cut clean through the pressure Octavio had unleashed.

From the stands, four figures rose, their forms shifting and transforming before all eyes.

A young man with eyes like sharpened steel.

A small yellow cat, his fur bristling with crackling energy.

A white werewolf, tall and regal, radiating primal might.

And a radiant fire dragon, his scales gleaming like molten gold.

Their sudden appearance stunned the entire arena.

Everyone stared—everyone except Freya.

Her lips curled into a wide, relieved smile as she saw them. She had never doubted they were close.

Had they interfered with the tournament, Freya would never have accepted it. Victory had to be hers alone, for her honor and pride. But this—this was different.

Octavio’s accusations had thrown any sense of fairness out the window. There was no honor left to protect.

Octavio’s face twisted in shock and confusion as he turned to face the newcomers. He could feel their Legendary auras—but that wasn’t what unsettled him.

There was something in their presence, something in the core of their beings, that made his instincts scream in terror.

"Who are you?" he demanded, his voice laced with fury and fear.

"How dare you meddle in the affairs of Valhalla!"

This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺