The Player Who Became a Constellation

"For Valhall!" A thunderous roar echoed through the air. "Glory to the great Asgard!" Hundreds of thousands of armored warriors raised their weapons high. But they weren’t alone. Beside them, —Kiiiaaaaah! The undead crawled out from the depths of hell, shambling forward. 『Kwoooooo!』 The giants marched forward. In the fading twilight of the setting sun, a lone figure stood, observing the advancing army. Clad in pitch-black armor and draped in a fur-lined cape fluttering in the wind, the figure wielded a golden spear. A helmet crafted from a goat's skull adorned their head, and their eyes burned with a menacing red glow. “It’s been years since I arrived in this world.” He had endured countless experiences. After awakening alone on a remote island, he found himself transformed into the final