Gamer God Novels & Stories

"Desmond, this game is bigger than either of us can imagine. Our homeland alone has 1.4 billion people. "Even counting only those between eighteen and sixty years old, that's still close to eight hundred million. But our Zone C-996 only has ten million players. And..." Jake paused awhile, then continued. "Beyond our country, there are players from every other nation, even other species entirely... There's no shortage of talented people out there in this world, and hidden powerhouses too numerous to count." Jake knew he was strong. He had his advantage, his Gold Mods. But he had no intention of getting careless.

William corrected. The man who still earned the nickname "The Strongest God of War" didn't like the idea of people misunderstanding Riley. He still wanted his son to be known as one of those soldiers who wouldn't kill his opponent. That would make him a prouder father. According to him, the mistakes he had made in the past should not be made by Riley. He was once known as the "God of Death" because of his great killing ability, but then he turned into a general who was able to defeat enemies without killing them.

"My parents taught me the essentials of telling the truth and I guess I honour their teaching by keeping to it. It reminds me of them and overtime it became one with me so it's both. I can't lie and I won't lie." I blink at him, once then twice, not knowing what to say next. "Do you... have a territory or something. Like a place you take care of?" When I ask this question, I expect him to tense up but he is at ease and so relaxed that I am tempted to watch his every movement. "In a way, yeah. I guess you could say that I am the god of the Fae Folks." My eyes widen and the cutleries in my hands drop back on the table. "You- you're the god of what?"

Xiao Dust tilted his head and laughed, his long hair fluttering behind his shoulders as he coldly said, "God? What is a god? Shouldn't a god bless all beings? But why, why is everyone dead? God can't even protect himself, what qualifications does he have to call himself a god in front of mortals!" At this moment, everyone was a bit surprised as to why Xiao Chen's emotions suddenly became a bit off. Only to see him tilting his head and laughing wildly: "God ...... God? The God that Mister Xiao believed in has long since died! Today, Mister Xiao will come to behead God! Fifth Style One Sword Heaven's Border!"

My designs were fresh and alive, quickly winning the elite markets. Successful launches and killer sales reports solidified my spot and reputation. Only height brought true freedom. The old me traded three years of grit for a ticket out of hell. The new me chased dreams with talent and hustle in the vast world. The End

I touched my face and asked, “Is there anything on my face?” “You look haggard. What happened recently?” He asked. I shook my head. “Nothing.” He took me into the car. In the car, he asked, “Have you been playing games lately?” “I only went online today since last time.” I replied casually. “Then do you know someone called God of War?” He started the car and asked. “I just met him today. Oh, no, this is the first time I have known the name today. But I have known him for a long time.”

"You're the most insolent... ungrateful player I know." Jana tightened her hold of Ezekiel's hand. The emperor saw her action and timely rolled his eyes. "I won't do anything to your man. He already caused me a lot of problems as it is now." "You..." Jana swallowed her nervousness. "Are you the creator of this game?" "That—" The emperor's voice changed into a more youthful voice. A middle aged man. "I am. Your Ezekiel was one of those hundreds who used to comment bad shit and give two star reviews under the games I developed. Fucking assholes."

Then, he squinted at Harvey and replied, “You must be mistaken, Harvey. “They say that I’m just a God of War because of drugs… “But, there’s something that they don’t get. Once a God of War, always a God of War! “And one who’s been on the battlefield like me is more outstanding compared to the rest of them! “You’re impressive. You’re pretty capable… “But I’m sure that I’ll be able to break every single one of your limbs in just three minutes! “Give me another three minutes, and I’ll get my men to clean up the place for me to rise as the young lord! “Simply put, I’ll only need six minutes for me to rise to power! “And you can only lie on the ground like a dead dog and greet your new young lor

Feeling like a deflated balloon, he asked, “Who exactly are you?” Jermaine took off his sunglasses and said, “You must have learned your skills from Avalokitesvara. I defeated him. “You know who I am, the God of Gamblers—Jermaine Leonard!”

I looked up at Elias, who stood over me with the blazing silver crown on his brow. "The Tide knows we survived the bullet," I said, forcing myself into a seated position, ignoring the protests of the healers. "It knows Aethelgard is a fortress that can fire back into space." "Let them try again," Elias rumbled, his Alpha command terrifyingly absolute. "The Vanguard is fast enough to catch whatever they throw." "They aren't going to throw anything else, Sovereign," I said, looking out toward the eastern horizon, toward the ocean. "The Hive-Mind is a computer made of water. It just calculated that it cannot win a war of pressure against a city that controls gravity."