Leveling With The Gods Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I open the door and slide my feet into the simple matching brown shoes that have a darker brown ribbon that is tied into a bow on the front. I approach Maia and the others who are chatting amongst the villagers. ‘Queen Maia and the Guardians of Mysteria. I require the presence of all of you at the pavilion, please. I’m afraid this conversation can not wait any longer,’ I inform them. Alec takes my hand and walks with me to the large wooden table. The villagers return to their huts or to maintain the village grounds. I’m feeling nervous and having second thoughts about becoming a Goddess. But once we’re all sitting, I stand and make eye contact with everyone.

If you are here from Cursed by the Gods: Cleopoda you are very much welcome. And if you're not well I suggest you read Cleopoda's story first. But it's okay if you don't want to since I'll be making sure this book will be understandable to new readers without having you go back to read book 1.

I continue all while Cara remains silent. Being the God of life and fertility, Cara is granted the ability to speak with the Lord of the heavens directly, and not just in a dream like it is for the rest of us. Cara is one of the ten Gods in creation who can meet the Lord of creations, and even if she is only able to ask on behalf of Odell, she also knows the Lord of creation would never agree to such, and let's say he does, there would be an aftermath worse than it all, because as he has said,

“At the beginning where I created a world and build the humans, I call my children, a rebellion does happen. In my death and the jealousy of my first son, their love existed.” Surprise at first, yet she immediately grasps the information that HE said. Everything changes in the scene where she is witnessing as the Gods and Goddesses, she knew screams in pain and disappointment. The world that started to fill with the sins and the prominent events from the holy book slowly unfolds in front of her. A voice echoes with all the sins inside.

“The lot of you who were either brave or stupid enough to enter will now have the nigh impossible chance of obtaining a spot in the Legacy Circle. Of course, you’ll have riches. You’ll get your fame. But the most important thing above them all… freedom. “You will go forth and risk your pathetic, mundane lives for true freedom. Freedom not bound by any laws or unspoken rules set by the universe itself. You are on the outside now. The only god you will bow down to is Legacy, who feeds on the gratitude through the use of your new authority and position in power. If you are lucky enough to win, you are forever bound by Legacy. We only ask that of you.”

I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought. I remembered everything, from the growl of that notorious creature, the slashing of the swords, and the explosion, all of it was clear. I close my eyes, quivering into the ideas which my mind could only bear. How I wish everything were just a nightmare. I let out a deep breath and found myself in the middle of nowhere.

The world outside the Eastern Region was still governed by men like Thorne, and they would not sleep until they had found a way to put the god back in the box. ​I rested my head on Killian’s shoulder and looked up at the stars, which seemed brighter and closer than they ever had before. The Guest was quiet now, its curiosity satisfied for the moment, but I could feel it waiting for the next move. We had successfully defended our sanctuary, but we had also painted a target on the roof that could be seen from the moon. The journey toward the next milestone was not going to be a quiet walk through a garden. ​The hook was set. The 160th chapter ended with the realization that the Eighth Peak was

Binds. I scream. I endure. I stay. The gods shriek as light flares violently. The fracture seals. The Goddess gasps, strength flooding back unevenly. Not whole. Never whole. She pulls her hand away. And then, slowly, unbelievably She lowers herself fully. She kneels before me. Silence crashes down. The gods freeze. Kieran stares. The child sobs in relief. The Goddess bows her head. “Nova,” she says, voice steady but humbled. “As long as I breathe, I will stand with you.”

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

I could put a stop to them all if I could get through. A voice shouted from above, "Stop, Nyla." Her voice was cold and unforgiving—it was one of the gods. "You can't prevail." I didn't think twice. I raised my palm, flames dancing over my fingertips, scorching hotter with each passing second. "I don't have to prevail. All I have to do is knock down your walls. The earth beneath me trembled as I took a step forward, and the air appeared to bend under my weight. I was getting closer to the Divine Gate with each step, but the gods wouldn't allow me to get there so quickly.