Monkey King God の小説・ストーリー

I looked at my father who was paying attention to Klaus rather than me. "Good. I need you to remember that only the tier 1 Gods that have agreed And any tier 2 and lower Gods will never be able to speak it. Any tier one Gods that didn't agree, King Alexander and myself will still be able to." My mind went blank as I watched a bright light shoot through the room. Pain shot through my head that stayed for just a second before it was gone. They were Gods? He could do magic.

Each of them held their famous weapon and continuously killed the dark creatures. "Monkey, I definitely have killed more people than you today!" The Pig Immortal held the Nine-Toothed Rake and flew up to the front of a large group of dark creatures. He shook the rake in his hand. Like thousands of silver flowers blooming, all the creatures the light passed would be killed.

She summoned more packs swearing their loyalty to the Aletha wolf pack. “Get the prophet.” Clarissa ordered Adira who immediately did as she was told and went to get the prophet that had prophesied Valerie’s birth. “What is going on?” Clarissa asked the prophet who was already standing in front of her, in fear. The prophet laughed for a while before finally speaking. “Glory to the moon goddess.” He shouted. “The Prophecy is coming to pass.” He continued. “Rest assured Suprema, Valerie would be perfectly alright. She’s simply absorbing all of the powers meant for her....” The Prophet said.

But not before he grabbed 3 of their men which he brought back as prisoners. Vallezarii fought the urge to sigh. He created the monster in Dymas, the monster was his dog, his secret weapon so he took responsibility for his actions. Yet even dogs should be restrained when they disobey their masters. "Dymas, you do realize that the leaders of Kronus would demand war for this." "Not if we demand war first for the blood of our women and children." He moved forward. "If your majesty fears the event of war, you have no fear. My sword is ever at your service."

I walked closer and saw her standing in the middle. I was slightly caught off guard. She looked exactly like me—or rather, not exactly, but close. Silver-white hair, blue eyes, pale skin. The same features as the Moon Goddess. My features. I pressed my lips together and sighed. "You! Why aren’t you bowing?" someone suddenly yelled. What? Were they talking to me? That instantly drew everyone’s attention—including the so-called Moon Goddess. "That's right! Show some respect to our beloved Goddess!" they all shouted, pointing at me.

My ex-colleague, Brenda Wilson, finds out from an unknown source that I have taken in an adopted son. Because of that, she insists on matchmaking my son with her niece. "My niece has graduated from a proper college, you know! You don't have to prepare any fancy wedding gifts… Just 800 thousand dollars will do! On top of that, you can put her name on the deed of that fancy deluxe apartment in the city center. "From the way I see it, there's no need to choose the perfect date anymore. They should get their marriage registered tomorrow and do their best to give birth to a cute baby boy!" My adopted son has a volatile temper, so there's no way he'll go on a blind date with some random woman.