The Rise Of A Porter

While they were on the topic of Ragnarok, Arnold wanted to know why didn't Odin do something about it? If the children of Loki were the ones to cause the most problems, they should have just made him... sterile. That right there would have solved the problem itself, or they could just keep killing him as he resurrected again and again. 

"The answer to that question is pretty straightforward." Heimdall mumbled, "Even among the gods, we can not kill other of our kind just because of a prophecy. You see, in the billions of years we have existed, there had been innumerable prophecies made. Most of them were false."

"As a result, we can not act upon mere prophecies alone." Thor chimed in, "If we did, the gods would be in a constant war with each other and mortals as well. Thus a rule was made by the immortal one that no god will act upon these prophecies."

"If they did, they would have to suffer his wrath and let's be honest, no one wants to be on the receiving end of his rage." Hercules completed what Thor was trying to convey. 

Arnold nodded his head along. If he could be almost unstoppable with just fifty per cent of his powers, then he could only imagine what someone like Shiva could do. The lone fact that even the alliance between his enemies was not brave enough to confront or battle with Shiva head-on was telling in itself. 

"All that strength and he is still as silent as ever..." Arnold sighed heavily, "Looks like he really wants to give up the mantle of responsibility."

"What's that?" Heimdall asked Arnold.

It was the first time he had heard about such a thing, thus was curious.

"It's nothing." Arnold shook his head as he was reminded of the game he used to play, "Or maybe you can say it's a mantle for someone who has the strength to regulate the universe in a righteous manner."

Arnold pushed such thoughts away. His life was no game. He was not 117 who could win despite facing overwhelming odds. He was strong, but he wasn't absolute... not yet either way. 

"Time to train then." Arnold casually mentioned and walked out of the room, "Thor, Hercules, Heimdall. The three of you will spar with me. Anubis, try to teach Yan stronger necromancy spells. We would need it to resurrect as many dead as possible if we are facing dragons."

"On it." All of them simultaneously replied.

"I wasn't done yet, motherfckers!"

It was taking some time, but slowly Arnold was turning into his usual old self. He had started to smile more, joke more and curse a lot as well. However, the pain and sorrow for not being able to protect his sister were still eating him up. That was the whole reason he was still moving to achieve what he had to.

But, the summons would take his emotions over his silence any day. With that, Arnold began explaining to everyone their individual roles.

Essentially he was planning to divide his force into five divisions. One of them would handle the Demons, one would take care of the dragons, another team would fight the gods and the last offensive team would lead the humans, ogres, elves, merpeople and occupants of other worlds against the soldiers of Olympus and other pantheons. 

Apart from all these, there was another team that would focus on providing support to all of the teams as they needed it. 

Natasha was appointed to be the leader of the forces to subdue the demons. Along with a couple of other gods whom Arnold had defeated recently. 

As for the dragons, Tiamut and Scylla were going to be the ones to confront them. After witnessing the current and the former queen of Dragons standing against them, at least some of the dragons should move over to his side or remain neutral. That's what Arnold was hoping for either way. 

Heimdall, Thor and Hercule would lead the battle against the other gods, while Talos will lead the battle against the godly soldiers. Yan, Anubis and Alice would be the ones leading the support force with their main focus would be on resurrecting the fallen soldiers to aid the others. While Alice would try to make the losses on their side to a minimum. 

As for him... well he was only planning to show up to confront Zeus and Loki. He was confident enough that his summons and his army would be enough to take care of the rest themselves. That, with the Asgard's and New Olympus' support, they should be able to fend the enemies off without destroying the planet as a whole. 

"You say, gods were forbidden from acting upon prophecies. But that doesn't mean they had to stop preparing themselves in case a prophecy became true, right?" Arnold mumbled before blocking a full-powered strike from Heimdall, "I refuse to believe someone like Odin would not prepare for such a possibility."

"It is true." Heimdall nodded his head as he was kicked away by Arnold, "The All-father is a being who has prepared for such an event. I assume you have heart about Valhalla?"

"Who has not? It's the place where only strong warriors are allowed to enter after dying on the battlefield-" As Arnold was explaining what he knew about Valhalla, he realised he already knew the answer to his question. 

Odin has been preparing for Ragnarok for a long time. Valhalla was a place where strong warriors with exceptional strength rested... or did they? It could be said that Valhalla was a vault to secure dead souls who could be unleashed upon the world to protect it from evil. Odin had been preparing his own army for this day.

Arnold looked at Heimdall and he confirmed that what Arnold was thinking was indeed true. They will not be alone in their fight with Zeus and Loki. But Arnold was still worried. Not about winning the war... but what would happen to the ones he loved if he died?

'There's a solution to that as well.... I won't die.'