I Am the God of Games Chapter 47
Advertisement
Chapter 47
With the help of the registrar, the recruitment went smoothly .
After that, Marni and company did not linger further, immediately leaving the refugee camp in the snow .
It had to be said that the registrar had a high degree of reputation among the refugees, to the point where almost no one opposed the seemingly suicidal act of traveling in the snow .
The city guards of Wickidor saw this, but did not move to stop them . To the lord of the city, the fact that they lost a hundred refugees at once was probably a big relief…
Almost half a day later, their group of refugees only managed to advance around three kilometers .
The piled-up snow was different than the texture of sand . On stepping into the snow, it would immediately cover up to half the calf, and the snow would melt a little due to their body heat and become sticky, causing the refugees to only be able to move forward at a snail’s pace .
A majority of the refugees had already started panting tiredly, and after expending heat in physical effort, the vast amounts of energy expended made them feel even colder . It was like even their thoughts were frozen .
Even though they had Marni’s oat cookies to sate their hunger, most of the refugees were cold and tired, and wanted nothing more than to lie down then and there to sleep—Granted if they really did something like that they would probably never be able to wake up .
Marni and Leah had the blessings of the System so they were fine, but since they were born in this world, they completely did not think of making tools like sleighs to make the journey easier . Looking at the terrible state of the refugees that looked like they would rather be slain on the spot rather than continue walking, they did not know any way to help out .
In fact, this was the result even after the registrar who had chosen the cleric class continued to cast healing spells on them .
Advertisement
Granted the elderly man had learned swordsmanship back when he was younger, but since he was old and frail now his physical stats wouldn’t be able to be comparable with those of younger people, so of course he couldn’t choose the physically heavy warrior and ranger classes . The mage class seemed like it was a good choice, but after a lot of thought, the registrar still chose to become a cleric which seemed to be the most devoted class, in order to make up for tossing his faith aside . It was a good thing he had chosen to do so too, as there might have been some refugees that would have met with an untimely fate .
If it goes on like this, the journey that would normally take barely more than a day couldn’t have been completed in three days .
“Mister, are the oat cookies enough?” Leah asked worriedly .
“If we stretched it out, it could probably last two days…”
Marni was also stumped . There were quite a number of refugees that brought along their families, and they had to rush in the cold weather so their energy was used up extremely quickly . If the food was not enough, the refugees would soon not be able to move .
“In that case, we can only carry out our plans in advance . Let’s preach to the refugees now . ” The young princess said solemnly, “Only through becoming believers would the path forward be bright!”
“Would that be alright, Your Highness? We are too near Wickidor, maybe the other churches would notice…?” the registrar asked in concern .
“If we keep on being afraid of possibilities, then we won’t be able to do anything!” Leah looked to Marni . “Do you do it or should I?”
“You already said that I don’t look like a preacher, I think you should do it, Princess…” Marni said, shaking his head .
The young princess didn’t bother to refute, jumping up and landing daintily onto the top of the carriage before taking a deep breath .
Advertisement
“Everyone, listen to me!”
The young princess stood in the harsh winter, her expression resolute and unflinching as the howling wind lashing at her golden hair and thin clothing—her clear and resonant voice attracting the gazes of the exhausted refugees .
“You might not recognize me, so let me introduce myself! I am Leah Yakaran, the First Princess of Tierra!”
The young princess’ words were too surprising, causing the refugees to start mumbling among themselves .
“The princess? How is that possible!””Wasn’t the royal family wiped out?””Didn’t the registrar say that we were on our way to become laborers? Why is the princess here all of a sudden?”
The confusion and shock plunged the refugees who had gone through scores of plights into uncertainty and panic .
“Silence! I vow on my name as the registrar of Tierra, Vanke Noreki that this is truly the princess of Tierra!” The registrar immediately stood out and stopped their discussion . “Her Highness’ speech isn’t done yet, so I beseech you to calm down!”
Leah spared a grateful nod toward the registrar, while the latter nodded back with an encouraging smile .
“I know that all of you are the citizens of our fallen country Tierra! Those evil invaders brought the cinders of war and strife into our kingdom, causing our country to fall, stealing our peaceful, tranquil and happy lives . They took everything!”
“We are no different! Stuck in the past, unable to face the harsh reality in front of our eyes, feeling desperate and unsure about the future, giving up in despair and stopping the struggle, thinking that it would be alright as long as we continue living…”
The refugees listened to the young princess’ words as they lowered their heads in grief, her words striking a chord in their hearts .
But then, her tone suddenly shifted, her voice becoming brighter as her eyes started to shine with hope .
“That was until, the god that we believed in responded to my prayers . ”
All the refugees were confused by her statement .
The god that they had believed in? Wasn’t it the God of Games that the other churches said didn’t exist?
How could a god that doesn’t exist respond to your prayers?
“They said that no tomes had records of this god’s existence, that His divine order was too vague and coincided with other gods, that He didn’t help even when Tierra was on the verge of extinction… Many people have doubted the existence of the God of Games, to the point where you have thrown away your faith, haven’t you?” She didn’t rush to reply their questions, continuing on, “Because He didn’t help you while you were in your darkest days, because He didn’t respond to your prayers…”
Many of the refugees made an awkward expression at being pointed out .
It was true that a great majority of them had thrown away their faith after Tierra had fallen .
It was not a sin, but only a helpless choice made so that they could live on .
“But now, I can tell you with complete certainty…”
Leah’s firm and devoted voice rang true in each of the refugee’s ears through the harsh winds .
Xi Wei saw this entire scene unfold, and he seemed to glow even brighter .
“Interesting! How could I not help add some special effects…”
“The God of Games exists!”
As Leah declared these words like an anthem, a bright ray of light like the break of dawn shone through the flurry, shining onto the young girl like a spotlight on a stage . Neither the howling wind nor the raging snow could penetrate this area that was covered with light .
Her golden hair was further accentuated and shone like the sun in the halo of light as the snow around her melted instantly, green shoots sprouting through the bare and desolate ground around the carriage . Somehow, it seemed like spring had come in the harsh winter frost .
At this moment, the image of the young princess that looked holy and venerable as she was shrouded in light was deeply carved into the hearts of everyone present .
Advertisement
- In Serial12 Chapters
Grimm Tales: A RWBY Story
Two years after losing everything, two sisters will try to rebuild the lives they one had, as well as mend the heartache left behind through their connection with the many strange cast of characters they meet, and the many strange story's they're caught up in. Grimm Tales is a RWBY fan fiction I wrote and illustrated from 2014 through 2016. Keep that in mind when experiencing the story and the art within it. Also keep in mind that this story is technically unfinished. I put this aside in October of 2016 after completing what you can call the "first season" of what was going to be a multipart series. Even though the entire story remains unfinished, things do end in a somewhat satisfactory manner.
8 110 - In Serial155 Chapters
Atonement of an Immortal
Michael Rageberg was someone blessed with great luck. In a world where the strong rule, he was born with an immortal soul. Wielding immense power since his childhood, he grew up arrogant and shallow. Arrogance led to overconfidence, and overconfidence led to stagnation. When his world was invaded by devils, he was not able to achieve much besides protecting himself. In the end, he found himself outnumbered and captured. The devils ripped out his soul from his body, in an attempt to refine him as an immortal puppet. Over aeons, he was tortured by the devils. When the endless pain and solitude was about to break his will, he found a ray of hope. An ancient being offered to send him back in time in exchange for his immortality. To atone for the sin of weakness, he now wants to change the fate of his world! But having lost his immortality and power, his path is filled with danger and hardship. Follow Michael on his journey as he struggles against cosmic beings to protect all he holds dear. The cover is taken from the following link: https://wallpapercave.com/w/D1rx3AB Ps:- This is my first attempt to writing a story on any platform. I just wanted to give this a try. I have read quite a few Chinese Novels and this story is my attempt at the genre. I welcome all criticisms.
8 166 - In Serial8 Chapters
Tempered by Desert Sands
From the viridian mountains to the merciless and dry desert, a monk carries the weight of his rite of passage around his neck as he travels to the city of Maui’niwet—delivering a precious package from the elven druid whom he owed much. But all is not well within the home of the Maui’en, as the search for a sacred relic drags him into a conflict that forces him to confront the duality that dwells in him between man and nature. Accompanied adventurers from other walks of life, they will dive into the depths of a forgotten temple and unravel the truth…
8 100 - In Serial351 Chapters
The Paths of Magick
Credits: Story by Xcaliburnt. Cover Art by @Bervolart. Magick, the power to bend the laws of reality. All because of a mystical substance known as mana. Mages follow the Paths to achieve power, for there is no more addictive chase. Each Path winds and twists, forcing mages through the flames of adversity and challenge. Though the operative word is "path", the reality is far less straightforward. Instead of a road, Paths are like the branches of world trees, erupting into the heavens, intertwining, and ending in sharp snaps. Only the strongest reach the sky. There are several Paths, and many Ways to walk them—variations of the same Path, and like the stars, they are endless. Magick is the sacred flame that scours the fat, rendering the truest self. Superfluous flesh melting away to show the skeleton of one's being. A chance for ascension—apotheosis. Though not every mage works to godhood, if they survive long enough, It is inescapable. Witness the lives of those that tread the knife's edge of self-destruction. Each one intertwined in their search for answers, revenge, and, most of all: power. These individuals have all lost something precious—irreplaceable—and In search of filling the void left behind, they have taken up the mantle of a mage. Per aspera ad astra. Ad mortem vel divinitatis. (Through adversity to the stars. To death or divinity.) There is no consistent release schedule except my consistent inconsistency. Besides, there’s like a thousand pages worth of content, how can—you already read it? Goddamn. Oh, and there is a very long hiatus between volumes as I intend to edit and rewrite a lot. What to Expect: This story is progression fantasy, so expect a healthy dose of training. It's also heavy on slice of life, and it isn't entirely overarching-plot-driven. Expect characters to live their lives, and not always be on some quest to save the world. There's a lot of magic theory and discussion about it in the story. So, if you don't like impromptu lessons on sorcerous theory by traveling monster slayers, this might not be for you. But if you do like it, rejoice! For there is a lot of it. This is also heavy on prose, purple as a bruised eye. I use outdated, uneccesarily collegiate-level terms and play around with the writing style just for the heck of it. I find it fun to wax and wane poetic, and that might grate on you—I don’t plan to change this aspect of the Paths much if at all. Onto the viewer discretion is advised parts: This is grim-dark/ grim-heart. Take the tags seriously. There will be combat scenes that are brutal and horrifying. Fights to the death tend to be. This is a tale about medieval mercenaries (quite literal killers for hire), man-eating monsters, and eldritch gods beyond the material plane. Beside that, there will be traumatic events that are best left unread. I do not detail certain acts I find heinous enough, instead leaving some parts unwritten but still alludded to if not outright stated; there is simply no graphic narration thereof. This is not for the faint of heart.
8 295 - In Serial16 Chapters
Scourge in the east (book one Rise of a Heathen)
Coming of age marks a key point in many peoples' lives but for Aridan that holds true more so than others. As Aridan goes from being a boy, to a man he is no longer burdened by the extreme expectations of those around him and is finally free to live how he wants to live, and not how those around him think he should. But Aridan will come to find out that his actions will affect more lives than just his own.
8 201 - In Serial50 Chapters
UNORTHADOX ~ Anakin x Reader Fanfic
I hated him so much. His stare with those harsh eyes, his unwelcome prescence, and his persistance to take me down. He was just a nuisance, although one I couldn't get off my mind.He hated her. Her cold-blooded stare, her menacing ways, the toll she had over him... He hated her.Y/n's life as a Sith is ruthless. The Empire will do anything to win a fight. With power-hungry Palpatine ruling the Empire, things could only get worse, and more extreme. Y/n follows the order perfectly, with nothing getting in her way. Until him. He was the bane of her existance, the impulse to harm him a constant reminder of their hatred. If it weren't for the mission, her life may still be the same.~~~~~~#1 in siths#14 in obiwankenobi#1 in anakin #4 in sithDiscalimer:Contains smutViolence (some characters and ideas are not mine. Also this does not follow the original storyline completely, and is a different story altogether. A lot of characters are made up as well)all credits go to star wars and george lucasanyways enjoy :)
8 244

