I Became A God In A Horror Game Chapter 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

With my last words I go to find my own. "I forgive you Io" I shout. I feel my consciousness float away. I felt the rising of the energy in my chest and thought that I would be experiencing one of my black outs. I gasp as I feel my body transform watching the change through the swirling vortex of colors. My tiny body takes the shape of a giant maroon beast with wings. It has large legs that nearly crush the others who have turned to stone with its talons. As I watch it twin around Draco's statue in a lovers embrace its large, spiked tail weaves around my cursed kin. I see through its slanted eyes as it opens its large jaw to roar into the night. I feel the fire burn its throat as it spits it

The enemy looks up—and freezes. They didn’t know we called in Heaven. They didn’t know they were going to die today. Every god had been told: find another god and take them down. One at a time. Take them out. So when I see him—Moros, the god of doom—I make my move.

I felt dizzy and paralyzed. "Sweet Nightmares little one." She cackled, revealing hideous long and brown teeth. That was the last thing I saw before I drifted away, closing my eyes shut. My eyes suddenly open once again and I'm in horror. "Where the fuck am I?" ****Author note**** Hello, how was the chapter? I want to know all your thoughts while you anticipate the next chapter coming tomorrow. By the way, this chapter's soundtrack was Hostage by Billie Ellish. She's a Queen, I know and this song slaps hard AF.

“Or not at all.” The bond surged so hard the chamber glowed gold. The first Alpha stared at us in stunned silence. His brother’s expression slowly turned cold. Then— for the first time— the creature looked worried. And suddenly the failed gods beneath the city started screaming again. Not in rage. In fear.

I couldn’t make out the building’s details or the faces of the people around me, just vague human shapes. Somewhere nearby, a timid girl started crying. “W-Where are we? I want to go home.” A guy with yellow-dyed hair shouted impatiently, “What the hell is this? Let me out!” Then a man and a woman stepped forward, looking calmer than the rest. They introduced themselves as veteran players—Elaine and Jethro—and kindly explained what was going on. We were inside an infinite horror game. Everyone here was already dead. If we could survive every scenario and collect the legendary 9,999 points, we’d be revived.

The very air around her seemed to shimmer with the power of the heavens. "I am Athena," she said, her voice deep and commanding, echoing through the tomb like a thunderclap. "And you… Nihil… you will not break me again." Nihil staggered back, his dark power recoiling from her presence. His face twisted in rage and disbelief. "No! This cannot be. You cannot be Athena. You are weak. You were nothing before. You are nothing!" Kiara, now Athena in every sense, raised her hand, the air crackling with divine energy. The very earth beneath her feet trembled as the ground split open, revealing the raw force of her godly might. Her eyes blazed with fire, her voice filled with divine wrath.

Chapter 21 As the fated mates took their first step towards the unknown, a distant rumble echoed through the air. The ground beneath them trembled, sending shockwaves of uncertainty through their beings. A tempest brewed on the horizon, dark clouds swirling in a sinister dance. Their eyes widened in alarm as a figure emerged from the storm, a figure they had never anticipated. It was a being of ancient power and malevolence, a harbinger of chaos and despair. The realm gasped in collective disbelief, for the figure was none other than Malachi himself, risen from the depths of oblivion.

"Why? Why? I just wanted to go home. That's all I wanted." I pulled her into a hug, my voice low. "It's okay. It's over. You can live now. Really live." She nodded through the tears, watching as I headed for the next floor. Floor 28. The player was already gone. I leaned in, careful. "Hello? Anyone home?" No reply—just barking. Then it stepped out. A three-headed hellhound, jaws soaked in blood. One head was half-destroyed, brain matter leaking out.

A man whose face I shall not remember long after I've opened my eyes. CHAPTER 1

I almost laugh in sympathy for myself as the god places the book down on his lap only to turn his gaze towards me in nonchalance like the situation I was in was only natural, nothing new. "How did I end up here?" I ask and then with the flawless composture still in place, he stands up with the book magically disappearing and as he walks towards me assessing my frantic state he finally seems to realise something must haven't been right the same moment I narrow my eyes at the amber eyed culprit. Inhaling a deep breath I calm myself trying to believe there was a rational reason for me to be mummified alive as the god remains quiet without attempting to explain.