I Became A God In A Horror Game Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The regrets surged. I didn't flinch. --- When I opened my eyes, the sun was setting. Hours had passed. I was still standing. My face was wet with tears I didn't remember crying. My throat was raw. But I was still standing. Fenra watched me from the edge of the circle. Her three eyes were unreadable. "You didn't break." "I almost did." "Almost is not broken." She stepped into the circle and placed a hand on my shoulder. "You're ready. As ready as anyone can be to face a seven-hundred-year-old Null who wants to become a god."

Niko shook his head before I could answer. “Medusa was designed to destabilize A2, not whatever Frankenstein they’re cooking up,” he said loud enough for her to hear. “Throwing her at Godmode without knowing the architecture is how we get Chapter Three of the Apocalypse.” I nodded. “He’s right,” I said. “Medusa stays leashed until we know what we’re dealing with. The last thing we need is two free‑roaming, incompatible gods fighting in the backbone.”

Then at the crowd. For a moment, everything hangs in balance. The new god smiles. “Fear has already been chosen,” he says. The chant grows louder. Stronger. And I feel something terrible settle in my bones. He is not done growing. He is just beginning. As the newborn god stands taller with every chant and Kieran’s power rises in answer, one terrible question burns in my mind if fear has already chosen it's god, who will it demand as its first sacrifice?

I was always sick as a kid. My parents were desperate. They’d try anything. So they got me a bunch of "guardian angels." Next thing I know, I'm set up and tossed into a horror game. Turns out, Medusa is my godmother. The ghost girl? My childhood playmate. And the final boss, a vampire? He's my fiancé. The first time we met, I was in a blind panic. I tripped and fell right onto his chiseled chest.

“Aria—where—are—” I reach for him blindly. My hand touches something—warm, trembling— Then it isn’t him. It isn’t a person at all. It’s a memory. A nightmare. A star. A scream. Everything is everything. Nothing is anything. “STOP!” I cry, though I don’t know if the sound actually leaves me. The void gives no answer. Then— A shape forms in the storm. Tall. Radiant. Blinding. The First God. But his body—his divine vessel—is cracked, glowing from the fractures like molten stone. One of his eyes flickers, glitching between light and emptiness.

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

I carefully set a heat pad under his arm and turned on the television before checking the flow rate of the infusion. After attending to these tasks, I turned around to see the stunned trio looking at me. I could do this with my eyes closed. "Aren't you... scared?" The comment section went wild. "What’s going on? The ghost is supposed to ask the player if there is something wrong with him, and if you can’t answer, he strangles you with the IV infusion cable! Go on, ask the question!" "Hey, nurse... what's wrong with me? Why haven’t I recovered?"

Instead, he turns and disappears into the hallway, leaving me with the chill of the wind and a mind spinning with dread. I stand alone, realizing I’m not just caught in something strange. I’m caught in something sacred. And something monstrous. Would you like Chapter 8 next?

I didn’t feel afraid. The fire inside me rose, not angry, not wild, just certain. “You defy your creators,” they said. “I wasn’t yours to begin with,” I answered. And when I spoke, the storm hesitated. The light trembled. Because for the first time in centuries, a god hesitated before a child. I woke to the sound of wind rattling the windows, my pulse steady, my power calm. Vera stood by my bed, her eyes glowing faintly. “They reached you again.”

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