I Am The God Of Games の小説・ストーリー

"You come to help me, don't you? To resurrect my love, Anna?" A deep, resonant chuckle escaped Thanaros, the God of Death. "Yeah, little human," he replied, his voice carrying an otherworldly weight. "I am indeed the God of Death, Thanaros. But the cycle of life and death is not mine to disrupt. I cannot resurrect your dead lover."

I looked around for the God I was looking for finding him playing a childish game. "Christopher you can't use your magic." The God of winter complained as The God of Good fortune and him played a game of magical darts that clearly wasn't a game since There was no way for The God of winter to win. "So you want to play normal darts?" The God of Good fortune asked.

His hand was soft as I took it, pulling me to my feet with ease, hesitating, I softly asked, "are you a demon lord too...?" "Well...In a way, I suppose you could say that." He smiled slightly "I'm a god in Egyptian history. But far stronger demons have come into play." I stared at him surprised, "god of WHAT?" "I am the serpent god of chaos. How do you not know this? You, humans, are the ones that wrote our stories." He frowned and sighed softly, "no matter." He smiled chirpily again, "hungry?" "Yes.."

I saw a smirk on his face, he sat on the couch with crossed legs and folded arms, I stared at him for minutes, I couldn’t believe my eyes, how could a geek god of luck be real and alive? “How and….. just how!!.” I said with wide eyes. “How am I here?!.” H replied. I nodded vigorously with my eyes still on him. “I came to check on you and why your emotions are messed up!.” He said. He sounds like a normal person. “You’re the god of ‘Luck!’ “ I murmured. “No!, I am the god of wealth!.” “What!, but I summoned Tyche!.” I exclaimed. “No baby girl you summoned me!.” He said.

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!”

Georgie Clementine was finding this increasingly difficult to believe. What was going on? Was this god-like figure’s account hacked? Everybody knew that this god-like figure was the player who spent the most money on this game. He did not spend a lot of time online, and he bought most of his equipment and level progression with money. This god-like player had excellent skills, never joined any clans, and randomly played with other people. In the past, he would only bring his wife along with him when he played.

Then suddenly I remembered what my father said when he gave me the sword. "My dear, always remember that this sword is special because it came from the Greek god Ares who is the God Of War. He made this sword himself" father said "But father, it looks like an ordinary sword. How can it be special aside from the God of War Ares is the one who gave and made it?" I asked "Just concentrate and think about what you want and it will be the thing you wanted it to become," father answered Right! That's it! Now I understand that! I immediately raised my sword and closed my eyes and concentrated.

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.

They were going to overcharge. Harlow's Goliath released its crushing pressure on my Crusader, taking a step back from my battered mech. "There," Harlow announced, "now you're not going anywhere! With your mech pushed into the side of this building, it's effectively immobile! Now if you'll excuse me, I'll retreat to a safe distance to watch the fireworks."

“I didn’t mean to startle you. I just wanted to talk for a while. Is that okay?” “Sure. Talk is good. But, um . . . who are you?” “I am Zeus, James Olympia.” He was stunned. This man was claiming to be the Lord of the Sky and somehow he knew his name without ever having met before. At least I don’t think so? “From the look on your face,” the man continued, “you don’t seem to believe me. That’s perfectly natural. Hmm, let me show you then.”