All Chapters of Rise of the Super War God: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
17 chapters
Chapter 1: The Crimsonheart Awakening
Kael Ardyn pressed his nose against the cold glass of the jewelry counter, eyes wide as the warm golden lamps above bounced off the sparkling treasures below. Diamonds, rubies, emeralds—they all seemed to shimmer with secrets, like they were whispering just to him. For a moment, he forgot the chaos of the city outside. He even forgot the emptiness in his pockets. He just stared. Heart pounding, a strange mix of awe and longing twisting inside him. As if the gems themselves were offering promises he had no right to dream of.He was only sixteen. Barely. Too young for the weight on his shoulders, too old to let himself hope like a child. His uniform sleeves hung loosely over his slender frame; the collar of his jacket scratched at the sharp line of his collarbones. Years at Silvercrest Military Institute had drilled discipline into him, endurance, survival—but they hadn’t taught him how to matter. How to be seen.And yet, whenever he saw Elara Myrin, invisibility felt like a curse he co
Chapter 2: Crimson Madness: The War God Awakens
The corridor stretched before Kael Ardyn in an unnatural silence. Too quiet. So quiet it pressed against his ears, made each footstep boom like a drum in a tomb. His uniform clung to him, damp with sweat, streaked faintly with blood. Four students lay scattered along the floor, motionless. Wide eyes frozen in shock, breaths caught somewhere between disbelief and fear. Crimson coated Kael’s hands—wet, undeniable—a chilling reminder of what had happened.Time seemed to slow. Heavy. Sticky. Kael moved with precision, every motion mechanical, almost too perfect. Fingers flexed, palms gripped. Each step, each shift, deliberate, fluid, detached. A faint splintering sound punctuated the silence, then nothing. The calm before a storm, he had only just begun to awaken to.A voice broke through—not from around him, but inside his head. Cold, mechanical, emotionless.“Activate scanning device. Nearby danger level: zero. Deep fusion may proceed.”Kael froze. Heart hammering against ribs like a dr
Chapter 3: The War God’s First Judgment
Darkness stretched endlessly. No up. No down. Just black—thick, heavy, pressing against Kael Ardyn’s mind like some invisible cage. Far off, faint shapes shimmered. Tombstones. Countless tombstones. Rigid, silent, stretching beyond the horizon like a graveyard for forgotten souls.A chill slithered down his spine. He tried to move. A finger. An arm. Anything. But nothing obeyed. His body felt like lead. Every limb weighed down as if the air itself had turned into chains. Thoughts slogged through fog, slow, incomplete, like his mind had been swallowed whole.Then, out of the mist, a figure emerged.A man. Middle-aged. Calm, commanding. Eyes sharp, slicing through the black. Power radiated off him—not loud or brash, but precise. Terrifying in its quiet. And yet… even here, Kael felt it. Authority. Undeniable.“Welcome,” the man said. His voice was deep, echoing, as if the void itself had learned to speak. “You are now the host of the War God System.”Kael’s throat tightened. “The… what?
Chapter 4: The War God’s Trial Begins
“Ah, no way! Principal! Even the mentally ill are being sent to the battlefield now? That’s not in line with Article 53, Clause 2 of the Celestial Dominion Citizen Basic Law! I studied Arcane Mind Arts—doesn’t that grant me battlefield exemption? I want to file a complaint! My father-in-law… he’s being cruel beyond reason!”Kael Ardyn’s voice cut through the cavernous hall like a whip, bouncing off high, metallic walls. Desperation trembled in every word, but underneath, a stubborn spark of fire refused to die.The white-bearded principal didn’t flinch. His robe swayed slightly as he turned, eyes calculating, unyielding. He looked at Kael like he was a shadow, flickering, temporary, irrelevant. “Kael Ardyn, save your breath. That exemption only applies if you hold a higher-level certificate in Arcane Mind Arts. You failed the lower-level exam. Retake it, and then we can discuss exemptions.”“But… but—” Kael stumbled, scrambling for words that might bend rules or reality itself.“As fo
Chapter 5: Into the Voidspawn Swarm
Kael Ardyn’s chest burned. Frustration slithered through him like wildfire, licking at the edges of his patience. But his face remained a mask—stone, unreadable. If someone looked closely, they might catch the faintest twitch of his jaw or a flicker in his eyes. Beyond that, he seemed calm. Composed. A predator trapped in a cage, coiled and ready to strike, yet forced to lie still in the cold embrace of the cryo-pod.“Host,” a voice slid into his mind, smooth, teasing, each syllable dripping with impossible confidence. “You’re just lying there, doing nothing. Shall I help sharpen your survival instincts?”Kael pinched the bridge of his nose. His voice was low, sharp. “Sharpen my survival instincts? Explain. How exactly?”“By transferring you into another dimension,” Lyndric Fayne replied, mock-serious, each word deliberate, “for a short but highly efficient training session.”Kael exhaled through his teeth. “Training, huh? Fine. Training’s fine. But if we’re doing this, at least assig
Chapter 6: The Head at Your Waist
The morning sun didn’t bother hiding its cruelty. It blazed white-hot across the pale sky, hammering the desert below. Waves of heat shimmered off the dunes, twisting the sand into a restless, golden ocean. The wind whispered nothing but silence, carrying only the faint hiss of grains rubbing against one another. The world felt like it had stopped breathing.Kael Ardyn trudged forward, each step heavier than the last. His boots sank deep into the loose sand, and the sun pressed down on his back like molten iron. Sweat mixed with dust, stinging his eyes, roughening his face like sandpaper. Time didn’t exist here. Hours? Days? Who could say? The desert had swallowed it all.He wasn’t thinking. Thinking hurt. And then, just when the silence seemed unbearable, a voice cut through the heat—thin, rasping, but calm in a way that made the hair on his neck stand up.“Let’s go, boy. First, take me to my crashed escape pod. I need a few things. You’ll have to carry me. I’m old, and my legs don’t
Chapter 7: The Grave of Stars
The twin suns didn’t bother with mercy. They hammered the desert, turning every grain of red dust into molten glass. Heat waves shimmered in waves, dancing across the dunes like spirits. Kael Ardyn squinted against the glare, boots sinking deep with every step. His legs screamed, muscles burning like molten iron. Sweat mixed with dust stings his eyes and coats his throat. Still, he pressed forward, dragging Granny Stitch—the stitched, eyeless relic tethered to his waist. Her rasping voice slithered into his mind, sharp and commanding, slicing through the oppressive silence.“Don’t celebrate yet, boy,” she hissed. “That mountain ahead… something’s wrong. By my calculations, we shouldn’t see a hill for another dozen cosmic hours. So why is one right in front of us?”Kael slowed, squinting. The silhouette in the distance trembled under the twin suns, like a mirage trying to trick him. “Maybe your calculations are off, Granny,” he muttered, wiping sweat from his brow. “Or maybe your eyes
Chapter 8: The War God Awakens
Kael Ardyn set the jars aside with a soft clink and turned to the last mural. This one felt different—not a story of the past, but a pulse of prophecy. A mountain carved skyward dominated the stone, its peak hollowed into a perfect, dark circle. Rows of figures knelt around it, heads bowed, arms reaching toward the void. Above, a strange sun spiraled—neither blinding nor faint—suspended between creation and collapse.Granny Stitch tilted her stitched head, catching the dim glow of the cave. “Worship,” she murmured, voice rough yet soft. “A ritual… or a plea. Mercy, maybe.”“Or a warning,” Kael said, eyes narrowing. “They carved this in a cave, not a temple. Whoever did this wasn’t praying—they were hiding.”Silence filled the cavern, alive with the occasional drip of water from stalactites. Then the ground shivered beneath their feet—a low, lazy rumble that made dust fall like gray sparks. Kael froze, instincts screaming, thoughts racing.“Did you feel that?” he whispered.Granny Stit
Chapter 9: The Bloody Predator Awakens
The storm outside wasn’t just loud—it was alive. Lightning ripped through the sky, jagged and angry, illuminating the cliffs in sudden, stark relief. The wind tore through the mountains like a pack of starving wolves. Rain pelted the rocks, slashing through the cold air in needle-sharp bursts. Each drop hammered Kael Ardyn’s soaked cloak, but he barely noticed. His focus was somewhere else, far beyond the storm.Deep inside the cliffs, a cave yawned, swallowed by shadows. The air smelled of wet stone, moss, and iron—a lingering tang of old blood. Water dripped from stalactites above, each drop echoing like a metronome, marking seconds that stretched into eternity. Patches of phosphorescent moss glowed with a ghostly blue light, painting the uneven walls like an underwater world trapped in stone.Kael stood at the cave’s mouth, shoulders squared, cloak plastered to his frame. His breath came slow, controlled—a mask over the tension coiled in every muscle. Lightning flashed again, carvi
Chapter 10: The War God’s Awakening
The night wind crept through the valley like the last gasp of a forgotten god. Cliffs that had once loomed proudly now lay shattered, jagged shards stabbing at the moonlit sky. The ground gleamed slick with blood, silvered beneath the twin moons, and the air was thick with the metallic tang of iron. Somewhere in the distance, faint screams hissed, swallowed instantly by darkness.Amid the ruins, Kael Ardyn stood alone.Blood coated his armor and skin—half his own, half from creatures that defied nature itself. His gray eyes glimmered faintly in the cold moonlight, sharp, unyielding. Six monstrous figures prowled around him, circling like predators savoring the hunt. Bloodfury Predators. Hulking nightmares armored in black chitin, limbs curved like jagged blades, dripping green venom. Every exhale fouled the air with decay.Kael swayed slightly; every muscle trembled, yet he did not fall. His weapon—a jagged fang ripped from a long-dead beast—weighed heavily in his hands. Grace had lef