Dragon Ball: I Am Broly

I'm Not the School Belle: "It's true! It's really you, Broly!"

The Strongest Man on Earth: "Just by looking at his chiseled muscles and the scars on his body, you can feel he's a ruthless man. Maybe he really can kill the gods!"

Bloody Habanera: "I think so too."

The Witch of a Thousand Faces: "I don't think so. Don't forget, King also looks like a tough guy."

Bloody Habanera: "This is different. King can't compare to this at all. He doesn't even know how he got where he is, though at least he has some courage."

I'm Not the School Belle: "True."

The Witch of a Thousand Faces: "Makes sense."

The Strongest Man on Earth: "..."

Why… why doesn't anyone give me a little respect?

.....

Shuumatsu no Valkyrie Universe

Brynhildr barely paid attention to the group chat messages as she read them.

After formally introducing herself to Broly, she decided to get straight to the point:

"Mr. Broly, if you're sure you want to participate, I'll provide you with weapons to face the gods."

"A weapon?"

Broly raised an eyebrow, and at that moment, the group chat members watching the broadcast also expressed their curiosity.

"Ordinary weapons can't hurt gods. Only divine weapons can. That's why my sisters can transform into weapons to assist you in your battle against the gods," Brynhildr explained.

A humanoid weapon?

"Stop! I don't need them!"

Broly interrupted before Brynhildr could continue.

Weapons?

For a Saiyan, the most powerful weapon has always been their body and will.

"But…"

Brynhildr frowned, puzzled. "How can non-divine beings fight gods without weapons?"

Broly raised both hands, clenching them into fists.

"These fists are my weapons."

"..."

Brynhildr observed him silently for a moment. The determination in Broly's eyes was so intense that, for a brief instant, she forgot to respond.

Finally, she sighed and gave an order:

"Göll, come in!"

"Here I am, onee-sama~."

The door opened, and a young girl of about 15 or 16 entered.

She was modest in height and wore a green jacket over a white shirt. Her black shorts paired with a black mesh that covered her left leg, tied with small straps.

This was the youngest of Brynhildr's sisters: Göll.

As soon as she entered, her eyes fell on Broly, the towering man with black hair, a bare chest, and muscles sculpted like they were carved by gods themselves.

Feeling a mix of awe and intimidation, she asked shyly, "Onee-sama, is he…?"

"Göll, take Mr. Broly to the front."

Although her tone was calm, Göll immediately understood.

Only someone destined to be humanity's first fighter would be taken to the front at that moment.

"I see."

She looked at Broly and, though his imposing figure intimidated her, she spoke seriously: "Please, come with me."

"Um."

Broly nodded and followed her out of the room.

Brynhildr watched them leave, letting out a sigh.

Outwardly, she maintained her serene and beautiful demeanor, but internally, she couldn't help but feel nervous.

Can Broly, without weapons and as a non-divine being, really defeat the gods?

Although she had seen the confidence in Broly's eyes, uncertainty still lingered.

He believed he was the strongest, but the challenge ahead was monumental.

However, none of this was reflected on her composed face.

Brynhildr, with her elegance, simply watched the door close behind them and remained silent.

...

Valhalla Arena

On one side of the stands, the gods gathered with an imposing presence and an aura of superiority. On the other side, humans watched with nervousness and hope.

In the center, Heimdall, the "Guardian of the Apocalypse," held his Gjallarhorn.

With impressive fervor, he delivered the opening words that marked the start of Ragnarok.

Thor, the Norse God of Thunder

From one side of the arena, Thor, the god of thunder, appeared as the gods' representative. His entrance was accompanied by thunderous applause and lightning that electrified the atmosphere.

He was a tall, young man with a muscular physique that seemed sculpted by the heavens. His long, reddish hair flowed to his shoulders, and his eyes—golden irises with black sclerae—shone with divine intensity.

He wore simple white tunics, but his presence was anything but simple. In his hands, he held the mighty hammer Mjölnir.

As soon as he appeared, deafening cheers erupted from the gods' side.

Among the assembled deities, Thor was undeniably one of the most popular, the strongest in the Norse pantheon.

Meanwhile, on the human side, only a few murmurs could be heard.

There was uncertainty. There was fear.

When it was time to introduce the human representative, Heimdall lacked the same enthusiasm.

His voice resonated, but it lacked the fervor he had shown for Thor.

"The representative for humanity is an ordinary human! Broly!"

After a brief pause, Heimdall added disdainfully, "These pathetic humans don't stand a chance."

His mocking words weren't just directed at humanity but also at Broly himself.

When the arena doors opened, Broly walked out slowly, his firm steps echoing in the momentary silence.

The reaction was immediate.

From the gods' side, relentless boos filled the arena.

The humans, though quieter, also showed their doubts. Broly had no place in the hundreds of years of human history. He was an unknown figure, someone without a reputation or legends to back him up.

After all, he didn't belong to this universe. How could they place their hopes in him?

But Broly, immune to the noise, walked calmly. His massive body radiated a strength and confidence that didn't need words.

His gaze locked onto Thor, who stood waiting with Mjölnir in hand.

In the Group Chat

Bloody Habanera: "Don't these gods seem a bit…"

The Strongest Man on Earth: "You don't have to say it, but yeah… they feel a bit strange. These gods aren't what I imagined."

The Witch of a Thousand Faces: "It's curious… completely different from the gods in the stories I know."

As they discussed, Heimdall concluded his introduction.

Raising the Gjallarhorn, he blew into it with all his might.

The sound thundered through the arena, signaling the start of the first duel of Ragnarok!

Thor glared at Broly with contempt.

He wasn't impressed in the slightest. If anything, he was irritated.

As the strongest god in the Norse pantheon, he had been chosen to open Ragnarok, and his opponent was a human without a name or history.

To him, this was an insult.

'These damned humans need to be taught a lesson'

Gripping Mjölnir with both hands, he adopted a strange stance, arching his body backward to gather all his strength.

With an explosive movement, he launched a devastating attack at Broly.

BOOM!

The sound of the air being torn apart by the hammer echoed like thunder throughout the arena.