The Rise Of A Porter: Primordial War

"Welcome home," Arnold announced as they entered his domain.

Over the years, his domain had developed into a literal kingdom. With endless space to build upon, his summons had gone berserk. Everyone there had a place.

The automatons had several factories in which they constantly produced new creations, both for Arnold's personal use and for the world. Dani used to control the factories, but after her passing, Talos had taken over the responsibilities.

The golems and lava hounds lived in harmony in a city simply called the quarry. There they mined for rare resources that further helped the automatons and other researchers.

The product of these mines was used to fuel most of the world, as even the smallest mana crystal could produce electricity enough to power a city for decades. Duke and Cerberus, Arnold's first summons, watched over the operations.

They even had farm towns. Obviously, the food they farmed wasn't suitable for human consumption. The food was only for the summons and those with godseed in them.

Not to mention, the training grounds where his summons sparred and trained, continuously evolving. Grock, the undead Lizardman, and Asterios, the minotaur, were in charge of this place as they were the true warmongers of his army.

Then there was the graveyard. The place where the corpses of his strongest foes were kept for safekeeping. Talos was to resurrect them should there be a need to. This location was under Yan's control, as he was the former ruler of the nine hells.

But perhaps the strongest arsenal in the domain was the hatchery. A place where dragons were born, raised, and trained. The queen of dragons, Tiamut, watched over them herself. Scylla also lived there.

At last, there was the Link. A place where all the portals Arnold had ever created were linked to. It was so that in the event of emergencies, Arnold's forces could reach any part of the world with or without his input to protect Earthlings.

At each gate housed an elite summons to protect anyone from invading the domain. But there was a person who could foresee any invasion and prepare accordingly. It was Heimdall.

"Welcome, my liege," Heimdall announced, his voice echoing through the domain.

"You're not going to give up calling me that, will you?" Arnold said, rolling his eyes.

"Of course not, my liege," Heimdall laughed, before bumping forearms with Arnold. "Where to?"

"The training grounds."

Heimdall nodded and slammed his spear on the ground. A portal appeared before them as they all walked inside. Soon, they were standing in the middle of an arena where Grock and Asterios were already waiting for them.

"Reinforce the walls and clear the arena," Arnold instructed. "No one is allowed to enter without my permission."

"As you wish, my lord."

Grock saluted and dragged Asterios with him. The minotaur wanted to have a duel with the gods as well, forgetting that he wasn't an undead summon anymore. If he died, that was it.

Well, it wasn't like Yan or Talos couldn't resurrect him, but that wasn't important.

Once alone, Arnold turned towards the avatars, cracking his knuckles.

"Weapons or no weapons?" he asked.

"I don't plan on killing titans with bare hands," Zaen commented.

"Um… I'm cool either way," Zok replied.

"It won't be fun without weapons," Ashton said, twirling his double-bladed sword.

Arnold sighed. Unlike them who had one favourite weapon, he had many. He was a creationist, literally, all his free time went to creating stuff. Some were practical like his prosthetic arm, and some impractical like a toothpick made from dragon scales.

There was one weapon he could use, but he could barely lift it.

It was Shiva's trident.

Lord Shiva had made him his successor, yet his greatest arsenal never truly belonged to the successor.

"I suppose guns are off the table?" he mumbled, going through his inventory.

The three others looked at each other and then at Arnold. Bullets couldn't do anything to them, but the bullets they knew weren't capable of slaying titans, either.

"Yes, definitely off the table."

The three replied in unison.

Arnold clicked his tongue, finally settling for his prosthetic arm as a weapon. Well, it was made from the same material as his god-slaying bullets, but the rest didn't need to know about it.

Now that they had decided on weapons, it was time to settle for the type of spar they wanted.

"Traditional one-on-one spar or a free-for-all round?"

All four of them smiled, already knowing the answer. Yet they remained quiet as if waiting for someone else to answer.

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Author's note: Do you people have no shame in making the protagonists wait to decide?

Well, hurry and comment on which type of fight you want to see.

A one-on-one fight between them or a free-for-all round where they fight each other simultaneously?

Go and comment!