Reborn in Record of Ragnarok/SNV (w Powers)

The First Punic War had begun, and Rome's fate rested on the sea.

Lucius Aelius Varro stood at the helm of Rome's flagship, the Invictus. The Roman fleet, outfitted with cannons, reinforced hulls, and steam propulsion, cut through the waters like spears.

Across the horizon, Carthage's navy loomed—vast, experienced, and confident. They had ruled the seas for centuries.

But today, that would change.

Lucius had devised a two-pronged strategy:

A decoy fleet would engage Carthage head-on, baiting them into a false sense of dominance.The true fleet, armed with advanced weaponry, would flank them from the sides, piercing their formation and annihilating them.

As the Carthaginian ships charged, Lucius took action personally.

He loaded a cannon himself, infused it with pure magical energy, and fired—

BOOM!

A massive explosion ripped through Carthage's leading ship, shattering it into splinters and flame.

His legionnaires cheered, their morale skyrocketing.

"DOMINUS VARRO! DOMINUS VARRO!"

On Mount Olympus, the Gods gathered in silence.

Even Poseidon, Lord of the Seas, narrowed his eyes. "A mortal… changing the very balance of war upon my waters? Hmph. Interesting."

Ares, God of War, grinned like a maniac.

"Finally."

Lucius' warships flanked from both sides, their cannons tearing through the enemy hulls.

Carving through wood and flesh.

The Corvus boarding bridges slammed onto enemy ships, allowing Roman marines to storm the decks. Their formation and tactics outmatched the Carthaginians, forcing them into chaos and disorder.

One by one—Carthage's ships fell.

Their commanders screamed for retreat, but it was too late.

Rome had won the first major naval battle of the war.

And Carthage would never recover from this loss.

As the fires died down, a new presence emerged.

A warped ripple of energy tore open the sky, and from it, a blood-red light descended.

BOOM!

A figure landed on the deck of Lucius' flagship. Golden armor, red cape, and wild, battle-hungry eyes.

Ares, the God of War.

The Legionnaires fell silent, fear gripping their souls.

Ares chuckled, rolling his shoulders. "That was a good fight, mortal."

His grin widened, revealing fang-like teeth. "But let's see how you fare against a real god."

Lucius, standing tall, simply cracked his knuckles.

His Qin-Eyes glowed a piercing gold, his Adam's Eyes sharpening into divine perfection.

His body surged with power.

And for the first time in thousands of years, Ares felt something he hadn't felt before—

Doubt.

The deck of the Invictus trembled under the sheer presence of Ares, the God of War.

The sea was still, as if the world itself held its breath.

Lucius stared at the God before him, his body thrumming with power.

His mind played imaginary phonk music, the rhythm setting his flow for battle.

This was not just a fight.

This was a clash of mortals and gods.

And he would not back down.

BOOM!

Ares lunged forward, a fist wreathed in flames aiming to shatter Lucius' skull.

Lucius dodged.

His Qin Eyes saw everything—the tension in Ares' muscles, the angle of his attack, the perfect moment to move.

With a graceful step, he evaded the blow and retaliated—

"Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist!"

His hands flowed like water, redirecting Ares' force and countering with a sharp palm strike to the ribs.

CRACK!

Ares stumbled back, eyes flaring.

"Hah! A mortal who can fight?! GOOD!"

Ares Unleashes His Divine Fury

The air burned as Ares unleashed his true divine strength.

His muscles expanded, his armor glowing red-hot, his eyes burning with endless battle lust.

He slammed his foot down, shattering the deck of the ship.

With a roar, he unleashed a storm of punches, each carrying the weight of a thousand wars.

Lucius met him head-on.

He countered every strike with surgical precision, using:

🔥 Exploding Heart Release Fist – Shocking Ares' body with internal damage.

🌊 Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist – Redirecting divine force, minimizing impact.

🐯 White Tiger Crescent Moon – Unpredictable kicks breaking Ares' balance.

The sky cracked with every exchange.

The sea roared, waves crashing in protest.

Ares grinned madly, despite the pain.

"Yes! YES! SHOW ME MORE!"

Lucius felt it—Ares was slowing down.

His power, though immense, was limited on Earth.

His body, though divine, was strained against Lucius' endless skillset.

Lucius' mind calculated his next move.

He saw the perfect opening.

A dodge. A counter. A finishing strike.

Ares swung wildly, a last desperate blow of pure power—

Lucius flowed past it, his movements flawless.

With one final combination, he unleashed:

🔥 Exploding Heart Release Fist – Ares' ribs fractured.

🐯 White Tiger Crescent Moon Kick – His legs buckled.

💥 Final Strike – Heaven-Shattering Palm!

BOOM!

Ares was sent flying, crashing into the sea with the force of a falling star.

The waters exploded, the waves rising like mountains.

The Legionnaires stood frozen, their jaws hanging open.

For the first time in millennia—

A mortal had defeated the God of War.

Ares rose from the sea, his body bruised, his power drained.

He laughed—a genuine, wild laugh.

"Hah! Hahahaha! You win, mortal!"

With a final smirk, he vanished in red lightning, returning to Valhalla.

But before he left, his voice echoed:

"We'll fight again, Lucius. Next time… I WON'T hold back."

Lucius stood victorious, his breath steady.

The gods watched from the heavens, their expressions unreadable.

Zeus. Odin. Brunhilde. Poseidon. Athena. Hades.

All had seen what he had done.

The mortal who defied the divine.

And Rome's true legend was only beginning.

To Be Continued…