Old Man God Novels & Stories

The seventeenth ancestor’s aura and killing intent were so strong that not only they, but all the demons as well, glared as if they wanted to destroy the old man in the sky. “I didn’t expect one of the best ancient gods, known as the Fire Door Guard, to appear here. What is your purpose?” Long Chen said, knowing who the old man who had appeared in his demon realm was. The old man smiled, looking at Long Chen, who seemed completely ready to fight him; that kind of expression, which he hadn’t seen in a long time, now appeared on Long Chen’s face. This made him ask a question without answering Long Chen’s question directed at him.

Yet, despite his blindness, he walked with certainty, his hand resting lightly on the boy's shoulder. The old man stopped a few feet away. He turned his head directly toward me, tilting it slightly. Then, a slow smile spread across his weathered face, and he gave a nod. “The will of the Goddess is strong,” the old man said, his voice raspy. “Your daughter will be blessed, young Omega. She will carry the strength of the gods.” My hands instantly flew back to my stomach, covering it as if I could shield myself from the stranger's gaze.

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

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The old man knelt and begged for mercy, wondering how he offended the great god. “I was wrong. I shouldn't have been disrespectful to your lady. Please spare my life!” the old man begged pitifully, frightened out of his wits. They had been ordinary people all their lives and had never dealt with the gods before. Angering the gods meant sure death. “Hmph, since you saved me, I won’t dwell on your crime, but you have to find a way to help me find my lady. Once you find her, I’ll report this matter to my superiors and reward you!

“…Then what was the other meaning?” “The opposite of ‘Satan’— instead of opposing the God of Creation… You— will become the guiding light under the God of Creation’s fate. If it’s you, brat— I’m sure there’s one day you would unite the world under his guidance. Not even something like the Celestial gods and apostles could stop you from doing so.”

"Mr. Hevel. You should know about it already, no? A high god's mind is not for inferior beings like us to question or fathom. Although I can somewhat understand your dilemma, all I can suggest is for you to exercise some patience in waiting." Each time, the old man could only nod reluctantly, hiding his grievances in his heart. He would reply, "I understand." But whether he truly does, it was another matter altogether.

It was a hysterical sound. "He is everywhere," the Old Man whispered. "He is the shadows. He is the walls." He pointed a trembling finger at the ceiling. "I made him perfect," the Old Man cried. "I stripped away the weakness. I took away the man. And do you know what was left?" "A monster," I said. "No," the Old Man said. "A god." A drop of saliva hit the floor next to me. I looked up. Perched on the pipes near the ceiling was a creature.

“Don’t go! What did you say just now? Clarify your words! What is this about her suffering when giving birth to me and exhausting all her efforts to raise me? I admit that she had given birth to me, but has she raised me? Make yourself clear! Old man! Don’t leave! Stop where you are!” The old man did not turn back. He only sighed and said, “Don’t ask me. I won’t tell you even if you asked me. If you really want to know, you can find out once ask around in the village that you originally came from twenty years ago. Is there even a need to ask me? I shouldn’t be the only one alive from that village, right? God is watching and knows who is right and who is wrong! It’s considered a fair thing th