God Of Last Regret
In his last breath on a blood-soaked black-ops mission, elite agent Kael Voss tasted only betrayal and regret for the innocents lost, for the life he threw away chasing shadows. But death was merely the beginning.
Reborn into a savage realm on the brink of endless war, Kael awakens as the unwilling vessel of Aresion, the long-lost God of War. Gifted with devastating superpowers and a merciless "War System" that levels him up through every kill, conquest, and hard-won secret, he must navigate a world where gods play deadly games and empires rise on broken bones.
Yet the God of War is no mindless destroyer. Ruthless in battle, Kael cuts down tyrants and armies without hesitation only to spare those who earn his hard-won forgiveness, haunted by the ghosts of his past. As a shadow agent for a fractured resistance, he infiltrates enemy lines, unravels the mystery of the fallen pantheon, and confronts the ultimate question: Can a man forged in regret truly break the cycle of violence… or is he destined to
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Chapter: Chapter 8: Campfire ConfessionsThe fire crackled low in the deep cut of the ravine, throwing shaky shadows on the rock walls. They’d settled for the night in a tight spot maybe a dozen of them now, the rest of the cell scattered to safer holes. Lirael had ordered no big flames, but they needed the heat after the retreat. The air smelled of damp stone, woodsmoke, and the faint metallic tang of blood that still clung to their clothes. Kael sat on a flat stone, leg stretched out, chewing on a strip of tough jerky that tasted like old boot. His headache had eased to a dull throb, but the new Echo Strike trait still buzzed faintly under his skin like a bad wire, sending occasional phantom twinges through his muscles.Mira poked at the flames with a stick, sending sparks dancing upward into the narrow strip of night sky visible between the ravine walls. Garrick Ironfist sat across from him, beard singed at the edges, nursing a bandaged thigh with a sour look. Lirael kept to the edge of the light, sharpening a dagger with
Last Updated: 2026-06-13
Chapter: Chapter 7: The Dwarf’s DebtThe Legion came faster than anyone expected.Three days after the outpost job, patrols started sweeping the eastern ridges like angry hornets. That spared kid must’ve sung loud and clear descriptions of the limping demon with the bloody sword had spread. Lirael pulled the whole camp out in a hurry, but the retreat turned ugly quick. Arrows whistled through the trees. Men and women fell screaming. Kael ran with the rest, satchel slung tight, his bad leg burning like fire with every stride.“Keep moving!” Mira shouted ahead of him, axe out and bloody.They were nearly at the narrow gorge that would hide them when a big squad cut them off. Ironfist dwarves, by the look of them stocky, armored in heavy plate, axes and hammers swinging. These weren’t regular Legion grunts. These were the Iron General’s enforcers, the ones who crushed rebellions under their boots.Kael got separated in the chaos. One minute he was covering a wounded scout, the next a massive dwarf barreled straight at him,
Last Updated: 2026-06-08
Chapter: Chapter 6: Infiltration Gone WrongDusk came on slow and heavy, painting the ravine in bruised purples and grays. Kael fell in behind Lirael’s small crew as they slipped out, his bad leg already complaining with every uneven step. The minor boost he’d felt before had worn off completely, leaving him raw and off-balance, like he was still borrowing someone else’s body. Mira moved ahead of him, silent as smoke. No one said much. They never did when he was around.Two nights of hard travel brought them to the Legion outpost. It wasn’t much just a cluster of timber buildings and a rough palisade wall stuck in a clearing like an ugly scar. Torchlight flickered along the top, and a couple of watchtowers loomed over it all. Thirty soldiers, maybe. Enough.Lirael crouched beside him in the brush, her voice barely a breath. “Courier tent’s the squat one in the middle, attached to the captain’s quarters. You go alone. We hit the east gate as a distraction in twenty. Get the dispatches. Bring the captain back breathing. No noise.
Last Updated: 2026-06-08
Chapter: Chapter 5: The Spymaster’s OfferMorning light filtered weak and hazy through the ravine, doing little to chase away the chill that clung to Kael’s bones. He hadn’t slept much after the nightmare. Just tossed on that threadbare blanket, staring at the alien stars until they faded, his head still throbbing from the experiments and that divine vision. *Missing. Not dead.* The words stuck like a burr in his mind. He was a glitch wearing someone else’s skin, and every ache in his left leg reminded him how poorly the fit was.The camp was already stirring. People moved like ghosts boiling weak broth, mending gear, whispering about the skirmish yesterday. Garr, the stocky one with the missing ear, shot him a sideways glance as he passed, muttering something to a woman nearby. Suspicion hung thick. Kael didn’t blame them. He’d brought trouble with that spared soldier, and they all knew it.He pushed himself up, wincing as the limp flared fresh. The minor strength boost from the System had worn off overnight, leaving everyth
Last Updated: 2026-06-08
Chapter: Chapter 4: Glitch in the SystemThe resistance camp was nothing like Kael expected. Tucked deep in a narrow ravine where the trees grew thick and the rocks hid everything from above, it was a scattered mess of patched tents, smoldering cook fires, and wary-eyed people who looked like they’d been running for months. Maybe years. Makeshift walls of fallen logs and thorny brush circled the place, but it felt more like a desperate hideout than a real stronghold. Smoke hung low in the air, mixing with the smell of boiled roots and unwashed bodies. Kids with hollow cheeks stared at him as he limped in behind Mira’s group. No one cheered their return. They just nodded grimly and went back to sharpening blades or tending wounds.Mira had given him a curt warning at the edge of camp. “Stay out of trouble. Rest that leg. We’ll talk more at dawn if you’re still here.” Then she disappeared into a larger tent with the other fighters, leaving him to fend for himself. The stocky man with the missing ear someone called him Garr tos
Last Updated: 2026-06-08
Chapter: Chapter 3: First Blood, First MistakeDawn dragged itself in slow and mean, all gray light and damp chill that sank straight into Kael’s bones. The forest didn’t care about his situation. It just kept stretching on, thick with old pines that smelled like sap and rot, branches clawing at his cloak as he limped forward. His stomach had been empty for too long. The last of that dried meat from the temple was gone hours ago, chewed down to nothing and still leaving his gut twisting with angry hunger. The waterskin sloshed light at his hip. Not enough. Never enough in this fucked-up new world.Every step with his left leg sent a dull, familiar fire up his thigh. That Sarajevo limp had hitched a ride across whatever void had dumped him here. The body he wore felt stronger in the arms and chest, like someone had pumped extra iron into the frame, but it came with cracks. Aching seams. A constant reminder that he wasn’t built for this place. Not really. He was just squatting in someone else’s broken vessel.“Keep moving, you basta
Last Updated: 2026-06-08
