Novel & Cerita Gaming God

“Since you’re such good friends with the Islanders… “I’ll have you killed with their sword then.” “Kill me?” Vince York looked around him and saw Grandma York boiling with anger, Marcel York remaining calm, and the agitated faces of Selena Judd along with the members of the head and second house. 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!

I asked sharply. "I own high-end nightclubs around the country, strip clubs, my own search engine company, safe from humans, and a security company which is in the works that will provide high-tech security. I have stakes in many powerful companies worldwide, and I own a string of hotels across Europe… And…" I saw the hesitation in his eyes, as he licked his lips, exhaling. "I’m the creator of the Alpha X Gen games."

During the banquet, Celia had played with the Sterling family's ancestral oracle blocks like a curious child. That night, Celia cast nine blessed results in a row. The entire hall had been stunned. Everyone praised her as the daughter-in-law destined for the Sterling family. He had smiled with delight back then. Because those nine blessed casts were a miracle he had created with his own hands, weighting the blocks with lead in advance. Everything had gone smoothly. Everyone envied Celia. That young girl who used to hide behind others had been cherished so publicly for the first time. What had he said to Caroline then?

Obviously, inflicting pain is part of his game, but there must be more. ‘I think I have a god for him. Wotan. He was all powerful among the Germanic gods, but wandered through life striking deals to get the bit extra he craved. There was always an itch he had to scratch. It was power. Every deal meant he slipped deeper in the mire and lost a bit of his power. Future deals had to get ever bigger to regain his lost ground, but the risk went up, too. He lost in the end, like a bad gambler loses his shirt and ends up a nobody. That will be our Greg.

James admitted. “I love the feel of a classic. It’s all mechanical keyboards for me,” Tres said, shutting he computer back down. James paused. “Let me guess. You’re descended from Hephaestus, right?” “Right you are, bro. It’s not that big a deal though. Everyone here is descended from a god at one point or another. It’s not like we go around claiming allegiance and all that as if we were living out a Percy Jackson book or something. Like with me, mostly you can only tell which divine ancestry someone has from their interests and hobbies and skills and what not.” Tres laughed loudly. “My mom, she grew up Catholic. She totally freaked when my dad spilled the beans after they got married. Dad s

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!"

with a minimum wealth of 100 billion rupiah who can get the card, must also meet the selection requirements. Haven had long abandoned BlackCard more than three years since becoming the son-in-law of the Lee family, and left the throne of the war god of Medicine Country. "Brother Clark, I'll ask my men to take you home," Camela said as she bowed hers head after handing over the card.

The owner of the hotel exclaimed excitedly; his voice was trembling. “Fernando Campbell, the God of War!” When James and the others had finally registered into their brains the fact that Fernando was here. They let out a long breath with a hint of shock and surprise. Fernando Campbell was another powerful God of War, and his combat prowess could definitely be considered as first or second among the nine Gods of War. Nobody had expected to see such a marvelous figure here at Fane’s wedding. “My pleasure to meet you, dear God of War!”

“Then that tramp will have the pleasure of explaining herself.” Nico leaned back in his chair, watching the fire in Nero’s gaze. The demon was back and out for blood. That same old ruthless certainty burned there. It was the look of a man who’d kill anyone or anything that tried to move his pieces off his gameboard. Nero’s gameboard. “Tonight, then,” Nico said finally. Nero nodded once. “Tonight.”

He stood tall, immovable, his silhouette carved against the lantern light like a verdict the world itself had no choice but to obey. When he spoke, it was not a statement. Not even a declaration. It was the truth. “I…”His voice dropped, deep and resonant, vibrating through bone and breath. “…AM THE GOD OF WAR.” The tent felt it… the wooden beams, the ground underneath, everything seemed to tremble under the force of that certainty. Even the flames bowed, shrinking lower as if in reverence… or perhaps fear. A heartbeat later… Lucien slammed his fist against the table. Maps jumped. Ink pots rattled. It was a sound that didn’t just echo… it promised death.