All Chapters of The Campus Guard is a Retired God of War: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
14 chapters
Chapter 1
Alistair Cain did not hate his job. He hated the uniform.The crisp, slightly cheap polyester of the Horizon Imperial University security shirt chafed against the skin that had once been hardened by the storms of the Nine Heavens. The cap, perpetually ill-fitting, was a crowning insult.It had been seventeen months since the High Gods banished him to this forgotten solar system for the ‘crime’ of ending their war too efficiently. Seventeen months of suppressing the infinite power of the Calamity Star, seventeen months living on Earth as a man—a man required by his Divine Contract to wear the most pathetic mantle possible: a campus guard at the West Gate.In his security booth, which resembled a shack, he sat on a cheap plastic chair and watched the slow, grinding sun set behind the massive, ivy-covered main library, which he was actually there to guard. The Library served as the Nexus, preventing the city from being engulfed by the Abyssal Gate underneath it. As part of his 1,000-year
Chapter 2
The Shadow Beast’s roar was a physical force, a wave of noise and sulfurous heat that sent crystal chandeliers rattling. Its horns scraped the ceiling, shedding dust and plaster onto the terrified elites huddled below. It was a Tier-3 Abyssal Manifestation—a creature that once required a legion of Alistair’s best troops, armed with star-forged weaponry, to neutralize.Now, Alistair Cain faced it with a steel dinner knife.His action was simple. He didn't rush. He didn’t scream. As the monster lunged toward Elena—whose face was a mask of frozen terror—Alistair merely pushed his steel serving cart forward, directly into the path of the beast's powerful left claw.But he wasn't relying on steel.Alistair channeled a sliver of the suppressed Calamity Star energy, not into the knife, but into the gravitational field immediately surrounding the four stainless steel wheels of the cart.The wheels, intended to hold trays of canapés, instantly compressed the floor beneath them. The sudden, imm
Chapter 3
The Headmaster's voice, carried through the ancient, analog signal of the Nokia communicator, was the only sound in the suffocating darkness of the maintenance tunnel.“Be careful, Alistair. The Grand Master’s ceremonial uniform looks strangely like… a security guard’s uniform.”Alistair didn't move for a full five seconds. The betrayal—or rather, the calculated irony of the High Gods’ penance—was sharp enough to cut through the thousand years of indifference he had cultivated. A security guard uniform. The very symbol of his lowest-status exile was the sign of his greatest enemy's rise.His mind flashed through the few mortals he had allowed close since his banishment. Elena? Impossible. Victor Lei? Too obvious, and the Headmaster had said someone he trusted.The only person who fit the description of a trusted colleague—a fellow guard who shared the isolation of the night shift—was a man named Corporal Jin. Jin was a quiet man who worked the night shift at the East Gate, always offe
Chapter 4
The Grand Master of the Crimson Sect, Corporal Jin, was smiling as the sky tore apart.Alistair didn't look up immediately. His focus, intensified by the surge of Calamity Star power, remained laser-locked on the jade tablet in Jin’s hand. The gravitational field Alistair commanded had pinned every robed acolyte to the concrete floor—hundreds of crushed, screaming cultists—but Jin, protected by the energy emanating from the tablet, only felt the profound, dizzying pressure of a world turned against him.“I asked you a question, Jin,” Alistair’s voice was no longer a human sound, but a low-frequency vibration that rattled the dock pilings. “How do I stop the ritual?”“Ritual?” Jin laughed, wetly. He was fighting the gravity, his muscles straining, yet triumph shone in his eyes. “It’s not a ritual, Alistair. It’s a transaction. You broke the High Gods’ penance by loving a mortal, and now they collect the interest! Look!”Alistair finally turned his attention skyward, and the raw, cold h
Chapter 5
The world was collapsing, but Alistair’s immediate focus was Elena.She stood rigidly in the grand entrance of the administration building, her sapphire gown shimmering under the emergency lights. Her eyes were fixed on the sky above the docks, where the faint, high-altitude glow of the Star Eater’s gravitational prison was already beginning to fade.“A piece of me just died,” she repeated, her voice thin and spectral.Alistair knew the Warden’s threat was real. The contract, tied to the Nexus breach, had activated its penalty clause. Elena hadn’t physically died, but the first sliver of her soul had been harvested to signal the transaction to the High Gods.He shifted instantly from God of War to Son-in-Law.“It was the stress, Elena,” Alistair said, his voice dropping to a comforting, almost mundane tone. He gripped her arm, a gesture of grounding rather than affection. “A sensor in your office must have blown, causing a minor electrical shock. You’ve been working too hard on that t
Chapter 6
The obsidian claw of Xylos, the Star Eater, tore through the office wall with the sound of a thousand church bells being smashed simultaneously. It was seeking the biggest energy signature: the green-glowing contract portfolio, the anchor point that pulsed with the promise of a mortal soul and the Nexus breach energy.Elder Zhang, bathed in the stolen, volatile blue energy of the Calamity Star, laughed with maniacal glee. This was the moment of his apotheosis.“Come, creature!” Elder Zhang roared, pointing a hand crackling with raw kinetic power at the towering monster. “I have his power now! I am a god! I will command you!”He unleashed a massive, Tier-4 energy blast—a focused wave of concussive force stolen directly from the Ring of the Falling Star.Xylos did not flinch. Xylos did not see him.To a Tier-5 Dimensional Predator, a mortal channeling Tier-4 energy is less than a flickering candle. The Star Eater, whose very existence was the gravitational consumption of dying stars, co
Chapter 7
The silence that followed the Warden’s death was heavier than Alistair’s suppressed gravity. General Kael, Executor of the High Gods, stood on the blood-soaked lawn outside the shattered office, his dark armor absorbing the moonlight. He carried the Nebula Blade, a weapon capable of slicing through condensed stellar dust.Alistair lay on the floor, the pathetic serrated steel dinner knife clutched in his hand. He was completely spent, his consciousness flickering like a faulty fluorescent bulb. He was a sheep facing the celestial butcher.“The Calamity Star,” General Kael’s voice boomed, deep and resonant, a sound designed to command a million soldiers across a galactic theater. “I should have known a millennium of penance would leave you weak. To be felled by a mere Dimensional Predator and reduced to fighting with mortal scrap. Disgusting.”Kael did not rush. He lifted the Nebula Blade, the cosmic energy humming, and pointed it at Alistair. The blade was a declaration: this was an e
Chapter 8
The Library was saturated in blinding white light—the chaotic expulsion of energy from the overloaded Nexus coil. The sight of Elena, silhouetted in the doorway, froze both the retired God and the Executor.General Kael, mid-lunge, saw the mortal woman. His mission was to execute Alistair, but the High Gods’ protocol dictated absolute non-interference with mortal civilizations unless required by the exile contract. He stopped instantly, his dark armor hissing as the pure Nexus energy tried to penetrate his shielding.Alistair, despite the excruciating pain of the overloaded copper wire burning his hand and traveling up his arm, seized the micro-second of Kael’s hesitation.“Elena! Get out!” Alistair screamed, his voice strained and raw.Elena didn't move. Her terror was replaced by a strange, overwhelming focus. She wasn't looking at the monster, or the General, or the glowing pit; she was looking only at Alistair.Alistair knew he had to protect her, but he couldn't leave the wire. I
Chapter 9
Alistair Cain knew absolute oblivion. It wasn't silence or darkness; it was the deafening roar of every moment, every possible outcome, every dimension collapsing into a single, blinding point. As the temporal shockwave from the overloaded Nexus consumed him, he felt his Calamity Star essence—the core of his identity, purged only moments before—briefly coalesce, mapping the collapse.The Nexus hadn't just exploded; it had triggered a localized, catastrophic temporal shunt.He awoke not with a bang, but with the painful, slow return of mortal sensation: the gritty taste of copper, the ache of a broken rib, and the smell of jasmine and ozone.He was lying on his back. Above him, the sky was a bruised, sickly purple, not the normal night black. The stars, where visible, were wrong—too bright, too close, and arranged in unfamiliar constellations.The Library was gone. Not collapsed, but erased. Where the administration building had stood, there was now a clean, circular depression in the
Chapter 10
The temporal rift snapped shut, leaving Alistair Cain suffocating in a deafening silence. The Nexus Core chamber was empty save for Alistair, immobilized in General Kael’s containment net, the Warden’s Log, and the untouched Chronos Candle.Elena, Kael, and Jin—the Nexus Anchor, the Executor, and the Temporal Thief—were gone, swallowed by the collapsing timelines.Alistair didn't have a moment to process the grief or the betrayal. Above the Core chamber, the crystalline sand began to groan and compress. Xylos, the Star Eater, had located the stable energy and was about to rip through the last layer of temporal defense.“Out of time,” Alistair gasped, struggling violently against the energy-dampening mesh of the containment net. The net was designed to hold a Tier-5 General; a powerless mortal had no hope of escape.He looked down at the Warden’s Log, which he had clutched through the trauma. The cover was smeared with the Warden’s bronze Nexus blood, still faintly glowing.If I cannot