The Island Campione!

Volume 1: Olympus Island

Table Of Contents

(1). | Table Of Contents + Prologue

(2). | Chapter 1: Maze Of The Underworld

(3). | Chapter 2: Fight Or Food

(4). | Chapter 3: Rock'n Milan(Conceptualized)

Prologue: OMHG Oh My [Heretic God]

Strange how time passes, sometimes it slows down, sometimes it can pass by you, in the blink of an eye. Those were my thoughts, as I stared up at the monstrosity before me. As it started to devour time, all motion around me began to slow to a stop.

Hold up you're probably confused I should start from the beginning I think it all started when that klutz, Godou, don't care if he does fight [Heretic Gods], destroyed half of the remaining half of the Roman Colosseum, then later the sudden darkening of the sky, which he was involved in. After that Our Island began to shake.

My grandfather was an amazing sorcerer. He is by far the oldest and wisest amongst mortals. At the time, I was in training as a Mage to succeed him upon his death. He had a-lot to teach me, but at 184 we weren't sure ho much longer he had. He always said, I would be ready when his time came, but I was not so optimistic.

The shaking of the island worsened. Many of the residents moved away until only I my grandfather and a childhood friend Rain Shiyuki. She probably only stayed to torture me with her unnatural strength. One day, lightning from the sun began to strike the island's surface. My grandfather shut himself in his room for three days. When he emerged, he was holding two enchanted artifacts, a sward, and a dagger.

The three of us took the artifacts to the top of Little Olympus. When we reached the top grandfather recited an incantation in Greek

"Oh mighty Sward Of The Heavens, bequeathed with divine power."

"May your divine light shine brilliantly, may you shine and capture the raging god."

"Let this divine prison take you, God Of Thunder, God of the heavens, Thor of Asgard, Zeus of Olympus."

He thrust the sward into the ground. A bright light shot out of the hilt of the sward into the sun. One minute later a man descended from the exact spot where the ray of light pierced the sky. He looked like he was in his early twenties, and had a sward at his waist.

"So thy knowest both of ones sacred names, impressive. The knowledge thou hath shown is vast for a human. Using both of ones sacred names thy binding magic hath twice the power, but it shan't hold for long. What now human, thee cannot harm a god, thou art but a human. If thine foolishness is to great to believe this, then death is all that awaits thee. Repent and thy companions shall be spared"

Ignoring him my grandfather started to chant another incantation. This time it was one I knew I had heard and practiced it a thousand times.

"Oh great Dagger Of Holy Light, whose divine power god himself hath bestowed."

"I ask the, grant me thy divine power, that I may not fa..."

A Lightning bolt came down from the sky and struck my father.

"But thy binding spell is incomplete, for One is also a god ruling over Thunder Storms."

"My boy, you must say the incantation and kill him before he escapes."

He handed me the dagger, then I watched as the life drained from his eyes and his soul left his body. Standing up I began to chant the incantation.

"Oh great Dagger Of Holy Light, whose divine power god himself hath bestowed."

Lightning struck me. Rain cried my name.

"You must remain strong."

It burned, I could feel the electricity coursing through my body. The pain was unbearable, but I endured it and kept chanting.

"I ask thee, grant me thy divine power, that I may not falter"

"I Beseech thee, grant me your power, that I may pierce the enemy before me."

"Grant me this power, this divine power, that I may purify their soul."

Breaking free of the bolt of lightning I charged the trapped god and him stabbed the chest but was sent flying.

"Didst thou truly think a of this caliber couldest kill a god, foolish indeed."

Damn it. Had I messed up the spell or was I just not at a high enough level? No it was simple I was a man and he was a god.

Dizziness started to overcome me. I was about to pass out from the attack I had received earlier. Probably less than 1% of my full power yet it had killed grandfather and crippled me, Was it even possible to win against such power?

"No, I have to find a way, there must be a way."

At that moment a voice appeared in my head. This voice had no shape, or form. It could only be described as indescribable.

"There is a way. Use me. You can use me."

Drawing my attention away from the god before me. Laying on the ground not three feet to my left was a sword. It had an [Obsidian] blade and a wooden handle. The blade itself was fairly short only about a foot and a half long and the wooden handle had an inscription carved. 'Gyali tou o Nekrou' Glass of the Dead? It was then I noticed the chill coming from the blade almost as if it could freeze the world in it's entirety. [Obsidian] was a weapon used by primitive tribes in the very distant past. It is not known when [Obsidian] was first crafted into a weapon but it is a little known fact that [Obsidian] was used to make the first magic weaponry. This [Obsidian] sword on the other hand was a Divine Artifact and that chill was the embodiment of death.

Had it been there the whole time?

I picked up the Divine Sword Not daring to touch the [Obsidian] for it would mean instant death. Soon after touching the hilt I gained back all the strength I had lost and then some. It must have come from the Divine Sword.

"Still have some fight, know thy place."

Another bolt of electricity shot through my body. Enduring the pain probably due to the Divine sword's power I charged at him. Not knowing swordsmanship didn't matter, the Divine Sword had a mind of it's own. As long as my will never faltered, it would assist. That was what it told me. At the very last second before the sword ran him through he escaped the binding spell with such speed that was impossible to see, but not unscathed. His right side had been grazed before he could accelerate and escape. Black corruption spread out from the wound.

"Ah, all is clear now. Thou doth possess a Divine Sword of times long forgotten. Even to be able to wield such an artifact, thy will to fight must be tremendous. Sadly thy fate was sealed when that sword was attained by thee. Thine end is near, death, the only outcome."

The [Heretic God] best known as Zeus circled around me at speeds as fast as lightning continuously striking me with bolts from his fingertips that were unrestrained and hundreds of times more powerful but the Divine Sword was providing me the strength I needed to keep standing. He then tried to get in close for a deadly physical attack but the Divine Sword saw where he would attack from. I swung the blade catching Zeus off-guard. Zipping away to avoid a fatal blow, I nicked his arm. The corruption made it useless.

"Ha still think that my death is upon me."

"Thy foolishness knows no bounds! Thou shalt eat thy words. Humans are without natural flight. One shall prove thine inferiority."

Zeus flew up into the sky and started drawing in power for a final electrical attack.

"Rain. Throw me!"

"Right."

Using her monstrous strength, while Zeus was distracted, she swung me around by my feet, seven times then threw me, with great accuracy, strait at Zeus. Thrusting the Divine Sword directly into the spot where I first stabbed Zeus, splitting the blessed dagger down the midle, still embedded in his chest, down the center, it impaled him, We crashed to the ground. From the spot where the sword had pierced his body, corruption started to spread, black darker than black, the color of death. Strength, rapidly leaving my body, my connection to the Divine Sword had been severed when I let go of the hilt, and the damage I accumulated finally started to take effect, after all I fought a god.

"Thou art truly worthy of one's power. Now it belongs to thee, so one leaves 'that task' in thy capable hands. Victory is yours."

"What do you mean 'that task'?"

I asked before collapsing from fatigue and likely fatal injuries.

After the battle was over. Rain had taken me back to the temple where we both lived. Meanwhile, on what was a battlefield mere hours ago.

Zeus had turned to dust and the Divine Sword had been left laying on the ground, the wind had died down, the leaves had stopped rustling, the birds had stopped chirping, the sounds of the ocean could no longer be heard, it was as if all life had come to a standstill. A little girl appeared out of thin air, she looked to be about seven years old. At three an a half feet tall, she had long black hair that went down to her ankles. She hovered in the air over what was a battlefield. Once she spotted what she came for, she retrieved the sword, still laying where Zeus had been slain. Storing the sword with magic, she stared at the body of the old man laying on the ground, and said.

"Hey silly, are you going to play dead forever?"

"Ah so you've noticed, I should have expected as much, from a [Heretic God] such as yourself. Why did you help the boy?"

"Teeheehee. Let's just say it's in my best interest."

"But he is destined to be your mortal enemy as a Campione and [Heretic God]."

"Silly Mr. Emrys you should know after all these centuries, friend, enemy, it doesn't matter, if they have a use to me, I use them. That willful goddess Athena, flaunting her powers, in such close proximity. She should know better. It made things particularly easy for me. Remember your limits Mr. Emrys you can't help him too much"