I Am The God Of Games Mga Nobela at Kwento

Xiao Long smiled as he recalled some of the game terms in his world upon seeing some Level 4 Demonic Beasts that began to emerge one by one from behind trees and rocks. Nine Heavens Annihilation! First Heaven Annihilation! Xiao Long reactivated his techniques and started throwing punches and kicks at the Demonic Beasts that were also pouncing on him. Firebird, who only exists at the peak of Level 3 Demonic Beasts, also helped out with her speed and flame bursts that even made some Level 4 Demonic Beasts struggle. Shaaa! A giant snake attacked him with a gaping mouth. Xiao Long quickly gripped its lower and upper mouth with both hands. He threw it towards the other approaching Demonic Beasts

" Eugene smiled indulgently. "Don't believe in anyone else, and trust in your own feelings. How can I feel at ease when you're like this? "Seems like keeping you by my side is my only option." "Alright." Not long after, I returned with my sister and lived together with Eugene, and many transmigrators appeared in this world as well. One day, I became the one who maintained the order of this world, the one in control. Then, I created a whole new world.

“I am resigning. “I am resigning and letting go of my God of War title altogether.”

I'll tell you everything, soon there will be a great war we all the gods vs all the anti-gods we called them breakers because they can break all the law of omnipotent only a massive amount of omnipotent power can stop them, and we made a council it named the council of the 10 great supreme gods and the strongest of us is my father the god of everynity, Deus Saya, he is the strongest god, and he is titled the supreme God-king my father holds everything in the multiverse accept mine, I'm the one who made My own universe I'm special I am not like my younger sisters and younger brother and not like my brother and father because I have the power to copy all the Omni skills like creative destructi

Slowly, I begin to smile. “Whose hubris makes her overstep her power. This Game –“ “Is my Game now,” I hiss, whipping my hand in front of his face and snatching it into a fist like I’m grasping a fly out of the air. “Mine. You have run it into the ground, and now it is mine. I claim it. I make the rules – me and me alone.” “I am done with you,” the God growls, stepping towards me, leering over me, his dark power beginning to seep from his body, to pool around him. “Damn the consequences – damn what that Goddess makes me pay –“

I say indignantly, crossing my arms over my chest. They let out a carefree laugh as they continue to help themselves in my kitchen. “I knew I would love you; such a quick wit.” I take a step forward. “It’s Ezillus, right?” They beam at me in clear delight. “Jartre’s told you about me! I’m honoured.” I place my keys and phone on the kitchen counter and then lean against it. “So, what are you the God of? Breaking and Entering?” They let out an amused snort. “In simple terms, I’m the God of the Elements.”

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.”

Why does the concept of me getting to know him, seem like torture to him? “For starters, when were you going to tell me you were cursed by the God, Jartre?” I hear a plate shatter on the ground as his heart begins to pound in his chest. “How…” I roll my eyes, “Don’t insult my intelligence. I was nearly struck down by lightning by someone who cursed you and because they hate you, want me dead. It’s simple deduction. Jartre is the only God with the power to shatter worlds and harness the power of lightning. A God who can rip a hole through the very fabric of existence, which is why he’s called the God of Gods.”

This is the most ridiculous question he ever heard about him as a God of war. “What? Why do I want to do that? I’m a god of war, not an idiot god who has a screw loose in the head like those evil gods such as the god of slaughter, the god of the massacre. Hell, even they didn’t have a self-destructive tendency to destroy themselves and their followers by putting themselves in conflict with a strong god who they fully knew could kill them with one slap. Do I look like a masochist to you?” Mars asks back with a face that has the word “What the hell are you talking about?” over all of his faces.