Chief in Tensura

"Logmas… Oh no," Gran groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Don't tell me they are planning another 'Logmas Miracle.'"

He quickly turned to O.T.T.O., who beeped nervously beside him.

"Find them! Before they turn the entire lumberyard into another festival of chaos!"

O.T.T.O. whirred and beeped in acknowledgment, scurrying off at full speed.

(Lumberyard)

Meanwhile, deep in the lumberyard, Alexis and Mikhail stood before a towering fir tree. Each held a bottle of Rage Potion, their grins as wide as the logs they chopped daily.

"Think we can make it spin this year?" Alexis asked, shaking his bottle excitedly.

"Only one way to find out," Mikhail replied, uncorking his potion.

As the first drop of Rage Potion hit the tree's trunk, the entire thing began to tremble ominously. The mischievous duo stepped back, eyes wide with glee.

"Happy Logmas!" they yelled in unison as the tree started glowing faintly red, the first signs of chaos brewing.

Little did they know, Sawverine had caught wind of their antics and was on her way, her chainsaws revving at full speed.

(Gran)

Gran shook his head, muttering as he followed the trail of footprints left behind by the duo.

"Logmas used to be a peaceful time… but not with those two around. Let's just hope Sawverine doesn't decide to make 'decorations' out of them this time."

(Leo)

I stared blankly at the giant man in front of me, his round figure tightly concealed in a red outfit that looked like it had been designed by a drunk tailor during a snowstorm. His massive beard and jolly demeanor made him look eerily similar to Santa Claus, but the sleigh behind him, pulled by a team of hogs with reindeer horns glued to their heads, screamed, "Budget cosplay."

"Hohoho! Young lad, are you ready to assist me this Clashmas?" he bellowed, stepping aside to reveal a sleigh piled high with brightly wrapped presents. The door to the sleigh swung open dramatically as if he expected me to jump in without hesitation.

I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow. "And why, exactly, would I help you with this? I'm not exactly known for spreading holiday cheer." I am the guy who sleeps during these times.

Santa, or whoever this was, gave me a knowing grin and stroked his beard like he held the secrets of the universe. "Because, lad, the rewards are worth it! Clashmas is the season of giving, after all, and I'm feeling particularly generous."

Just as I was about to roll my eyes and reject Santa, a system prompt appeared before me.

[Event Quest: Santa Needs Your Help in Clashmas!]

Description: Santa's assistant, Barbarian, has decided to skip out on Clashmas this year, leaving Santa in desperate need of a new helper. As a God of Benevolence, can you really let the little ones of Clash Continent go without their gifts?

Deliver Presents: Ride the sleigh and distribute gifts to every Town Hall (Kingdom) in Clash Continent.

Rewards:

Santa's Surprise Gifts: A gift box containing random power-ups and limited-edition Clashmas troops permanently.

Ice Wizard Template: Allows you to train Ice Wizards.

Santa's Surprise (Spell): Rain the Naughty kids with explosive gifts. (Legendary)

Limited-Edition Clashmas Troop: Gain access to the Clashmas Hog Rider also known as Santa Rider.

Magic Cookie Recipe: A one-time consumable that boosts troop morale, increasing damage and speed by 50% for an entire battle.

Clashmas Decoration Pack: Every Clashmas Decoration.

I stared at the rewards, my interest piqued despite myself. Permanent Ice Wizards? A morale-boosting cookie? And a ridiculous but probably overpowered holiday Hog Rider?

"Fine," I said, exhaling heavily. "I'll do it. But only because I want the rewards. And if you expect me to wear a Santa suit, I'm out."

Santa let out a hearty laugh, his belly shaking like slime "No suit required, lad! Just hop aboard, and we'll get started!"

I climbed into the sleigh, the hogs squealing enthusiastically. Their reindeer horn attachments wobbled dangerously as they pawed at the snow, ready to charge. Santa handed me a snowball launcher, the kind you'd only find in the Clash universe—comically oversized and shaped like a candy cane.

"Why exactly do I need this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well…" Santa scratched his beard sheepishly. "There may or may not be a group of rogue troops looking to steal my gifts."

I sighed in defeat. "So, when you said 'assistant,' you actually meant bodyguard?"

"Semantics, lad. Semantics!" Santa chuckled, snapping the reins.

The sleigh lurched forward, the hogs grunting and squealing as they tore through the snow. Soon, we were soaring above the Clash Continent, the wind biting but exhilarating. I expected a calm and orderly gift delivery process, maybe descending discreetly onto rooftops like the Santa stories. But no, this was Clashmas, and subtlety was clearly not on the agenda.

Santa reached into the back of the sleigh, grabbing an enormous sack of gifts. Without warning, he began hurling presents from the sleigh like a deranged quarterback. The boxes plummeted to the ground below, bouncing harmlessly off rooftops, walls, and even a passing Archer Tower.

"Hohohoh! Raining gifts!" Santa bellowed, laughing uproariously.

I groaned. "Are you sure this isn't going to start a war?"

"Relax, lad! They don't explode like the ones in the game! Mostly..."

"Mostly?!"

Before I could argue, I spotted movement on the horizon. A swarm of rogue troops, Minions, Baby Dragons, and even a group of disgruntled Balloons, was headed straight for us, their eyes gleaming with greed. (Well the guy's inside the balloon)

"Guess this is where the snowball launcher comes in handy," I muttered, taking aim.

"Hohoho! Let's see if you have got what it takes to save Clashmas!" Santa shouted, tossing a gift with one hand and brandishing a candy-cane sword with the other.

As the first wave of Minions approached, I fired a snowball. The projectile hit one square in the face, freezing it solid and sending it spiraling to the ground.

"You are a natural!" Santa cheered, throwing the candy-cane sword in the mouth of a minion.

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, though I enjoyed the snow showdown.

As we flew away from the frozen rogue troops, Santa reached into his sack, pulling out a small bag of coal. With a chuckle, he shoveled the coal over the immobilized troops using a candy-cane-shaped shovel. "You are on my naughty list, boys!"

I shook my head, half-impressed at the level of dedication this guy had for festive theatrics.

Our next destination was the Royal Capital, a sprawling metropolis crowned by the massive Royal Palace. I had yet to visit the place, but my dealings with the queens—Ice, Archer, and Frey, had kept me busy. Honestly, those three had pride in rivaling dragons. But that's a story for another time.

As we approached the capital, Santa pulled out a giantass gift box. It was comically oversized, easily three times larger than the sleigh itself, and I had no idea how it fit in the sack.

"Santa, what are you doing?" I asked, watching as he readied himself to hurl the enormous box toward the Royal Palace like it was a stone.

"It's a royal delivery, lad!" Santa said, his eyes twinkling with festive mischief.

"It's a siege weapon," I corrected, horrified. "You'll destroy the entire palace!"

Before he could follow throw, a translucent figure appeared in front of us. The man wore a shadowy white cloak and carried an air of authority that made even Santa pause.

"Stop right there, Santa—the so-called 'spirit of Clashmas,'" the figure said, his voice echoing eerily.

"Ah, White!" Santa exclaimed, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, he casually placed the colossal box back into his sack, defying all laws of physics. "Still 'alive' and kicking, I see! How's life as the Royal Ghost treating you? Oh, and I've brought gifts for your sons, Blue and Red, and your adorable grandchildren!"

The man, now identified as White, the legendary Royal Ghost and father of the current Emperors, narrowed his glowing eyes at Santa. His suspicious expression was uncannily similar to the meme of the Rock.

After a long, scrutinizing pause, White turned on his heel and said, "Follow me."

"Of course!" Santa replied cheerfully, snapping the reins.

The sleigh shot forward...straight into the Royal Palace.

With a deafening crash, the sleigh burst through the massive palace gates, skidding to a halt in the main hall. Hogs with reindeer horns squealed as startled royal recruits scrambled for their weapons.

"Hohoho!" Santa bellowed, stepping out of the sleigh as if he owned the place. "Merry Clashmas to all!"

I groaned, facepalming. "This is not going to be easy."

(Royal Chambers)

For reasons beyond my understanding, the Emperors decided I wasn't allowed to sit in their quarters. On any other day, this might have felt like an insult, but as Santa's "assistant," I figured it wasn't worth taking offense. Besides, they didn't even know I was the Clash King, the one who owned a quarter of the Clash Continent.

Their reasoning? "Go spend time with the younger generation; let the old men talk politics." So here I was, standing in front of the massive gilded doors leading to the Royal Family's private quarters, a sack of gifts slung over my shoulder like I was some kind of junior Santa.

*Creak

The doors groaned open, each easily weighing several tons, forged from pure enchanted metal. As they swung inward, I stepped into a lavishly decorated room filled with chatter and playful energy.

The first thing I noticed was the princesses. Identical twins, their elegance was undeniable even as they darted around the room in festive red-and-white Santa-style outfits. The outfits, which should have looked ridiculous, somehow only emphasized their beauty. Their perfect coordination and laughter made them seem almost otherworldly. If perfection came in pairs, it was standing right in front of me.

They were chasing a small boy, the youngest prince, who clutched a pair of wish socks as if they were the royal crown jewels. His mischievous grin and giggles filled the air as he expertly dodged the princesses, darting behind furniture and ducking under the extravagant holiday decorations.

Sitting on an elegant sofa was the Dagger Duchess, a striking woman with piercing blue eyes and blond hair tied in a bun. She exuded confidence, her posture impeccable, but the slight twitch in her eyebrow betrayed her annoyance at the princesses' antics. Her gaze lingered on them, and I couldn't help but notice a spark of jealousy flicker in her eyes. It was subtle, but there.

Then my eyes were drawn to the far corner of the room, where a statuesque woman stood with her arms crossed. The Royal Champion. Her bluenette hair and her tanned skin had an impeccable charm. She wasn't dressed for the festivities, wearing a tank top armor that offered both mobility and defense but also highlighted her toned stomach, but her aura was commanding. She was the strongest person in the room, aside from yours truly.

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to me.

Like I said it is not going to be easy.

~~~~~~

This gives us sneak peak to some time in future.

Mc has Frozen Peak, Moon City, Dragon Cliffs under him via the Queens and the Dragon Twins.

The Valley of Magic basically is church that prays his family so they are cool too.

Royal Empire is not far too.

Graveyard of Kings is basically the Ice Continent, with Death Monarch as the Guy Crimson.

Ragnarok is also very OP but a very friendly and simple country there is a reason I named the Barbarian King, Thor.