As Zamasu followed an escort through the marble halls of the Guild, a name continued to linger in his thoughts like an echo: Ouranos.
It wasn't just a name in the myth of this world—it was a presence, a force, someone who seemingly sat at the top of Orario's invisible hierarchy.
But the moment he heard it, memories from his past life stirred.
In his previous life, in Greek mythology, Ouranos wasn't a mysterious figure hiding in towers, he was a primordial god from Greek mythology, the literal personification of the sky.
Zamasu remembered the stories clearly—he had studied them in school, read them in books, even watched dramatizations on screen.
Ouranos had not been some wise and noble deity. If anything, he was cold, distant, and tyrannical. He feared his own children, the Titans, so he imprisoned them inside their mother, Gaia, never letting them see the light of day.
His rule was defined not by guidance or justice, but by control and suppression.
Eventually, Gaia had enough. She gave a sickle to their son, Kronos, who ambushed Ouranos and castrated him, ending his rule in a single, brutal moment.
It wasn't exactly the image of a benevolent sky god. Ouranos in myth was less a father figure and more a cosmic jailor, trying to maintain order by brute force.
Zamasu frowned slightly as he walked. If the gods of this world were truly inspired by or worse… the same as those of myth, then what did that mean for this Ouranos? Was he the same kind of being? A distant ruler clinging to power behind walls and secrecy?
Or had he been transmigrated into something else entirely?
Zamasu didn't like relying on assumptions, especially not in a time like this. But part of him remained cautious.
If this Ouranos shared even a fraction of the cruelty or paranoia of the one from myth, then whatever conversation awaited at the Tower of Babel would be far more than a simple exchange of words.
'And I have no control over my dormant power to put up a fight against someone who is supposedly 'The sky.' He sighed.
"…Mr Zamasu."
"Hm."
A cloaked figure stepped inside, dressed in dark robes that covered their entire body. Their face was hidden behind a smooth, pale mask, featureless except for the eye slits.
They moved with calm, deliberate steps.
"My name is Fels," the figure said. "I've been sent to guide you to Ouranos. He is ready to meet with you now."
Zamasu studied the person for a moment. They didn't look like a guard or a Guild employee.
"Alright," Zamasu said with a nod. "Lead the way."
Fels turned without another word, motioning for him to follow. Zamasu stepped into the hallway behind them.
—
Zamasu followed behind Fels as they left the waiting room. Instead of heading through the main corridors of the Guild, Fels turned down a quiet side hallway.
It was narrower and less traveled, the kind of path most people wouldn't notice unless they were looking for it.
"This isn't a normal route, is it?" Zamasu asked, keeping pace.
"No. It's a private path used only by certain Guild members," Fels replied calmly. "It leads directly to Ouranos, away from public eyes."
They walked in silence for a while, moving through a series of turns.
The hallways got tighter, and the lighting dimmed. There were no windows, just stone walls and small lamps.
The deeper they went, the more it felt like they were heading into the foundation of the Tower of Babel itself.
Fels moved confidently, turning left, then right, then down a short flight of steps. Zamasu made a mental note of the path, but even he had to admit it was easy to get lost down here.
It was like the passages were designed to confuse anyone who didn't know the exact way.
Eventually, they came to a solid door made of stone and reinforced with metal. It looked old but strong.
Fels stopped and turned to Zamasu. "This is it. Ouranos is waiting inside."
Zamasu gave a small nod.
He stepped forward and pushed the door open. It swung inward with a dull creak.
He walked into the large room, with Fels following quietly behind him.
Straight ahead, raised slightly on a stone platform, was a man sitting on a throne.
He looked old, with a long white beard and plain robes. Even from a distance, Zamasu could tell he was calm but serious.
Just by looking at him, Zamasu was sure—this was Ouranos.
But what caught Zamasu's attention next was the group of people standing nearby. There were several of them—some in robes, others in armor, they didn't speak or react when he entered. They just watched him closely.
Zamasu looked at them, wondering. Who are these people? Are they guards? Advisors? Or something else entirely?
They stood still, almost like they were waiting for something.
He turned his eyes back to the man on the throne. For now, the others didn't matter.
The man on the throne gave a slow nod as Zamasu approached.
"Welcome, Zamasu," he said, his voice deep and steady. "I am Ouranos, one of the oldest gods in Orario and the one responsible for maintaining balance between the Dungeon, the Guild, and the gods who live among mortals."
Zamasu gave a polite nod in return but said nothing, waiting.
Ouranos raised a hand slightly, gesturing to the group standing to his side.
"These individuals have been invited to this meeting because of what their presence represents in Orario, and the rumors that have followed since your first descent into the Dungeon."
He looked to his left. "This is Loki, goddess of the Loki Familia."
Zamasu's eyes widened slightly in surprise. The figure stepping forward was a woman with long red hair and a mischievous smile.
Wait—Loki's a woman? He blinked, briefly caught off guard. In his past life, Loki had always been depicted as a male trickster god. Loki was often seen as unpredictable, clever, and sometimes dangerous.
But the woman standing before him now didn't match that image.
This Loki was clearly female. She looked young and had a playful grin on her face, almost like she was enjoying a private joke.
If anything, she seemed amused by everything happening around her. She didn't look like a villain or a threat—just someone who liked to stir things up now and then.
Next to her stood two people.
"This is Finn Deimne," Ouranos continued, "the captain of Loki Familia. And beside him is Riveria Ljos Alf, the vice-captain. Both are among the strongest adventurers in Orario. They're here because they are familiar with powerful individuals and anomalies—and you, Zamasu, are one."
Zamasu gave a small nod of acknowledgment. He had heard of powerful adventurers, but to meet some of the strongest this soon was unexpected.
Ouranos then gestured to the right. "This is Freya, goddess of beauty and influence. Her Familia is known for producing powerful warriors."
Freya smiled softly, but her gaze was sharp and curious.
Zamasu looked at Freya again. She was beautiful—almost unreal. Her clothes were elegant but showed a lot of skin, more than he expected from someone with so much presence. She looked confident, calm, and fully aware of the attention she drew.
In Norse mythology, Freya wasn't just known for love and beauty—she was also connected to war and death. She chose half of the warriors who died in battle to bring to her hall.
She was strong and respected. A fierce goddess who wasn't afraid to fight.
But the Freya standing here didn't look like a fighter. She looked more like a goddess of charm than battle.
Zamasu couldn't help but wonder, 'why dress like that? If she was still the same goddess, why show herself this way?'
'Is it to distract people? To keep them guessing? he thought. Or has she changed in this world?'
He didn't have the answer. But one thing was clear—she wasn't just some pretty face.
Standing behind her was a tall, muscular man.
"This is Ottar, captain of Freya Familia. He holds the title of the strongest adventurer in the city. Both are here to assess your potential threat—or value."
Zamasu could feel Ottar's quiet intensity. He didn't speak, but he didn't need to. His presence said enough.
Finally, Ouranos motioned to a more cheerful figure.
"And this is Ganesha, god of order and public peace. He is responsible for managing events involving powerful individuals and large crowds. Given the rumors spreading about you, his presence is required."
"I AM GANESHA!" the god said loudly, striking a pose.
Zamasu blinked once, unsure how to respond to that.
Ouranos looked back at him. "Now that introductions are complete, we would like to ask you some questions…"
Zamasu straightened slightly. He had expected questions—but not this level of attention, and certainly not from the strongest and most influential figures in Orario.
Still, he met Ouranos's gaze calmly. "Very well. Ask."
"Who are you, where you came from, and are you perhaps affiliated with… 'Evilus?'"
Chapter 11 end