All Chapters of Trash Warrior Becomes War God: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
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CHAPTER 1
The roar of the crowd was deafening."War God! War God! War God!"Marco Rossi's fingers flew across the keyboard, his warrior avatar cleaving through the final boss with surgical precision. The health bar dropped—ten percent, five, one—and then shattered into a thousand golden fragments. Victory. Absolute, undeniable victory."Ladies and gentlemen, the War God has done it!" the announcer's voice cracked with excitement. "Against all predictions, against every tier list and meta analysis, he's proven the warrior class supreme! Marco Rossi is your Sky Game World Champion!"Marco leaned back in his chair, pulling off his headset. The stadium lights blazed around him, thousands of faces screaming his name. Three years of being mocked, three years of hearing how warriors were trash, how he'd never make it past regionals—all of it washed away in this single moment."Now for the prize ceremony—"The screen went black.Not just his screen. Every screen in the arena. The lights flickered, died
CHAPTER 2
Marco stared at the weathered board outside the Academy's profession hall, his heart racing. The classes were listed in elaborate script: Warrior, Knight, Mage, Archer, Healer, Rogue. Exactly like Sky Game. Not similar—identical."This can't be coincidence," he muttered."What are you mumbling about?" Sofia appeared at his elbow, a basket of supplies in her arms. "Have you decided which profession to choose?"Marco turned to her, his eyes blazing with certainty. "Warrior. I'm becoming a warrior."The basket hit the ground. Apples rolled across the cobblestones."No." Sofia's voice was flat, absolute. "Absolutely not. Tell me you're joking, Derek.""I've never been more serious.""Warriors are trash!" Sofia grabbed his arm, her fingers digging in. "They're cannon fodder! Everyone knows that! The war ten years ago proved it—thousands of warriors died while knights and mages claimed victory. They're weak, obsolete, worthless!""They're not—""Listen to me!" Her eyes were desperate now. "
CHAPTER 3
The Warrior Temple wasn't a temple at all.Marco stared at the ruins before him, his stomach sinking. Crumbling stone walls choked with ivy. A collapsed archway half-buried in weeds. Shattered statues whose faces had been worn away by centuries of rain. This wasn't just abandoned—it was dead."This is it?" Marco's voice came out flat.Father Dominic's expression was pained. "I'm afraid so. The Warrior Temples across the continent all suffered the same fate. It happened thousands of years ago, during what scholars call the Great Severance.""What happened?""No one knows for certain." The priest picked his way through the overgrown courtyard, gesturing at the broken stones. "One day, every Warrior Temple simply... collapsed. The divine connection severed. The warrior's inheritance was lost. Some say the War God abandoned his followers. Others claim a great curse befell the profession." He paused. "Either way, without divine guidance, without proper techniques and training methods, warr
CHAPTER 4
Marco's eyes opened to filtered sunlight and the scent of aged wood. His body ached in ways that felt both foreign and familiar—the deep, bone-weary exhaustion of someone who'd pushed past their limits. But beneath the fatigue, something new thrummed through his veins. Power. Real, tangible power."Awake at last," Benjamin's voice came from nearby. The old guardian sat cross-legged on a cushion, his earlier hostility completely vanished. "You've been unconscious for six hours. How do you feel?"Marco pushed himself upright, wincing. "Like I got hit by a truck.""A what?""Never mind." Marco touched his chest, feeling the raised ridges of the divine mark through his shirt. "It's real. All of it.""More real than you understand." Benjamin rose and retrieved an ornate bottle from a nearby shelf. The liquid inside gleamed golden even in the dim light. "Here. Drink this."Marco accepted the cup Benjamin poured, eyeing the contents suspiciously. "What is it?""Elven fruit wine. Reserved for
CHAPTER 5
The academy training grounds blazed under the afternoon sun, heat radiating off the packed earth in shimmering waves. Marco spotted Sofia immediately—she was in the center ring, her sword flashing as she faced off against Father Dominic, sweat soaking through her training clothes."Again!" Father Dominic called, parrying her strike. "Your footwork is sloppy! Plant your back foot or you'll be swept!"Sofia gritted her teeth and lunged. Her blade whistled through the air, but Father Dominic sidestepped effortlessly, tapping her shoulder with the flat of his sword."Dead. Third time in a row.""I'm trying!" Sofia's frustration was evident. "I just—""Pathetic."The voice was cold, cutting through the training ground like a knife. A man in knight's armor approached, his cape bearing the insignia of a captain. His face was weathered, scarred from real combat, and his eyes held zero sympathy."Captain Bennett," Father Dominic said carefully. "I was just—""Wasting your time, apparently." Ca
CHAPTER 6
The training ground remained silent, every eye fixed on Captain Bennett as he leaned against the cracked wall, his supposedly unbreakable Earth Shield flickering and dying around him. His chest heaved, and sweat poured down his face despite the afternoon heat having nothing to do with his condition."Master, shall we—" Benjamin began."Stop calling me that!" Marco hissed, grabbing the old man's sleeve. "Especially not in public!"Benjamin blinked, then understanding dawned. "Ah. Forgive me. Then... Young Master?"Marco groaned. "That's not much better.""It's the minimum respect I can show," Benjamin said firmly. "You possess the War God's complete inheritance. You are teaching me techniques that haven't been seen in centuries. I cannot simply call you by name.""Young Master?" Sofia's voice was faint. She stared at Marco like she'd never seen him before. "Derek, what's going on? Who is this man really? And what does he mean by divine blessing?""It's complicated—""You keep saying th
CHAPTER 7
Marco's heart hammered as he lowered his training sword, the reality of what just happened crashing over him. He'd won. Against an eighth-level knight. At Level 1.But as the adrenaline faded, clarity returned. He hadn't won through overwhelming power. He'd won because Giovanni didn't know the old techniques. Didn't expect combo chains. Didn't understand that warrior skills could flow together like water when properly executed. It was knowledge versus experience—and knowledge had barely edged out a victory.If Giovanni had known what was coming, if he'd been prepared...Marco pushed the thought away and extended his hand to the kneeling knight. "You're strong, Captain. Stronger than me by a long shot. I just had the element of surprise."Giovanni stared at the offered hand for a long moment before taking it. "Don't humble yourself, boy. You beat me fair and square." He climbed to his feet, his legs still unsteady. "But I want answers. Where did you learn those techniques? Who taught y
CHAPTER 8
The doors of the Imperial Throne Room swung open without announcement.Isabella Cross, Tower Master of the Green Tower, walked in like she owned the place — robes sweeping marble floors, silver-streaked hair pulled back with the kind of precision that made lesser mages self-conscious. The imperial guards stiffened. Court officials exchanged alarmed glances. Nobody entered unannounced. Nobody except her.Emperor Constantine didn't look up from the scroll in his hand."You're disrupting my afternoon, Isabella.""You'll want to be disrupted for this." She stopped ten feet from the throne and extended her palm. Resting on it was a small golden badge, engraved with a crest that hadn't been seen in public for over a decade.The scroll in Constantine's hand crumpled.He was off the throne in three steps — a movement so sudden that two imperial knights reached for their swords before freezing at his raised hand. The emperor stood over Isabella's palm, staring at the badge like a man watching
CHAPTER 9 PART 1
The Warrior Shrine smelled like old stone and burnt incense, which Lorenzo seemed to find deeply spiritual and Marco found mildly suffocating."Magnificent." Lorenzo was still going. He'd been going for ten minutes. "Absolutely magnificent. The way she executed Bastion Strike in the third exchange — the timing, the angle — that is your teaching, Young Master. Your vision. Your genius made manifest in—""It's basic stuff," Marco said."Basic." Lorenzo repeated the word like Marco had just called the sun a nightlight. "Young Master, that girl dismantled an eighth-level knight in front of the entire academy. Knights twice her level were standing in that arena with their mouths open like fish.""She did the work. I just showed her where to point it." Marco dropped onto the wooden bench along the shrine wall and stretched his arms above his head. "And keep your voice down about all of it. I don't need the whole academy speculating about where she learned that."Lorenzo pressed his lips tog
CHAPTER 9 PART 2
Twenty minutes in, it became clear that something was wrong with Frostpine Forest.Specifically: it had been reclassified.The Shadow Wolves were gone — displaced, Lorenzo admitted reluctantly, by an influx of higher-tier creatures pushing down from the northern ranges over the past two years. The Frost Mice were still technically present, but so were the things that ate Frost Mice, which were considerably larger and considerably less manageable.Marco stood at the edge of a clearing, staring at a third-level Stone Boar rooting through the frozen soil with tusks the length of his forearm."That's a third level," he said."Yes.""That is not what I asked for.""The forest's population has shifted somewhat—""Lorenzo.""—significantly." The old man had the grace to look mildly embarrassed. "The low-level creatures have been largely driven out or consumed. Most of what remains is third level and above."Marco watched the Stone Boar. Then he watched Lorenzo step forward, exhale once, and