An Extremely Overpowered God Of War

Chapter 1

 “Master, you don't have to leave.” They all cried out at once.

The three war gods were down on their knees with tears streaming down their faces as they pleaded with the man sitting on the magnificent throne before them. Their powerful bodies, which had never bowed to any enemy on any battlefield, were now trembling with desperation and fear.

The gathering of all three war gods here in the East wasn't for any celebration or military strategy meeting. It was to beg and plead with their master not to leave them and return home.

But the man sitting on the golden throne looked completely unbothered by their emotional words and desperate cries. His face showed no emotion at all. 

At that moment, he stood up from his throne with slow and deliberate movements, and the three war gods immediately buried their heads deeper into the cold floor like they were trying to disappear into it.

“Master, please don't leave us.”

They cried out again, their voices cracking and breaking under the weight of something they couldn't put into words. 

But Raymond didn't seem to hear any of it.

Ignoring them, he brought out a golden scroll from his pocket. It unrolled itself slowly, the elegant writing across its surface seeming almost alive as it caught the glow.

Raymond looked at it for a moment, then looked at his three disciples still pressed against the floor.

“The war is over, it ended last week” he said. His voice was calm. “Five years long war. It's done. And tomorrow is my anniversary.” He paused, letting that settle in the room. “I will not miss it.”

The three war gods lifted their heads slightly, their wet eyes blinking up at him.

“There is someone waiting for me at home,” Raymond continued, his gaze dropping to the scroll for just a second before returning to them. “My wife. My mother. My younger sister.” Something shifted in his expression then not much, barely anything at all, but it was there.

Something that looked a lot like longing. 

“I've been away for five years. I think that's long enough.”

He rolled the scroll closed with one hand.

“I'm going home. And I'm going to surprise them.”

The silence that followed was heavy and full, the kind that settles in a room when everyone has something to say but no one has the courage to say it first.

It was David King, the war god of the North, who finally moved. He rose to his feet and bowed his head low before speaking.

“Master, at least allow me to go with you in disguise. I will make sure the road home is clear and that no eyes are watching that shouldn't be.”

Immediately Major Harvey, the war god of the West, stood immediately after and bowed just as low.

“Master, your identity is still unknown. Allow me to go first and confirm that nothing has changed. Five years is a long time. Things shift, and I will put everything in place before you arrive.”

Gabriella West was the last to rise. She straightened to her full height, bowed her head, and when she spoke, her voice was quieter than the other two but no less serious.

“Master, let me be your bodyguard.”

Raymond looked at the three of them standing there, heads bowed, hands at their sides, still trembling slightly even on their feet.

He was quiet for a long moment.

“Nobody is doing anything,” he finally said.

Immediately their heads snapped up.

“Are you saying,” Raymond added, his eyes moving slowly from one face to the next, “that I won't be able to take care of myself if something goes wrong?”

The effect of those words was immediate. All three war gods dropped back to their knees without hesitation, their foreheads pressing against the cold marble floor.

They had forgotten themselves for a moment. Just for a moment and it was a moment too long.

Raymond was not a man who needed protection. He was not a man who needed scouts or spies or anyone going ahead to clear a path for him. Out of every enemy soldier that had stood against this country during five years of war, Raymond had personally dismantled seventy percent of them. 

Alone. Without no one seeing his face, without his name ever appearing on a single official record, because revealing who he was would have cost more than any victory was worth.

The three of them with the rest of the military had fought the remaining thirty percent and been rewarded with everything titles, ceremonies, their names written into history. 

Raymond had gotten none of it. Not because he couldn't. But because he had chosen not to.

What exactly did they think they were going to do for him?

“Pardon us, Master.” David Kings pressed his forehead harder against the floor. 

“We spoke without thinking.”

“Forgive us,” Gabriella West. whispered, her voice barely carrying across the room.

Raymond looked down at them for a moment, then cleared his throat. The sound moved through the throne room and faded slowly.

“My identity hasn't been exposed,” he said. 

“My existence is still unknown to the people who shouldn't know about it. Nothing has changed on that front.” He paused. 

“I'm going home because the war is over and I have people I want to see. My wife doesn't even know I'm coming. My mother and my sister have been waiting for five years.” His jaw tightened just slightly at that, though his voice remained even. 

“I've made them wait long enough.”

The war gods stayed on the ground, listening.

“I want to surprise my wife,” Raymond continued.

“Tomorrow is our anniversary. I won't miss it. Not this one.”

He straightened and looked across the room toward the tall doors at the far end.

“What I need right now isn't guards or intelligence reports.” He turned back to his three disciples. 

“What I need is a gift. Something for my wife. Something for my family.” He was quiet for a beat. “I've been gone for five years. I'm not showing up at that door empty-handed.”

The war gods slowly raised their heads, their tear-streaked faces watching him carefully.

“Whatever my gift is,” Raymond said, “I want it to be worth five years of waiting. I want it to be worth every single day they spent without me.” His eyes were calm when he said it, but the weight behind the words was anything but light. 

“Start thinking. Because I'm leaving soon and I'm not leaving without something that will make them understand that I never forgot them. Not for one day.”