God Of war: Bloody Revenge

“You have to bring us $1,200,000 within three days, or else we can't assure your daughter's safety. Simply put—your daughter will die.”

Doctor Tane told Victoria this right in front of her daughter, who lay on the hospital bed. He was brutally direct.

“Am I going to die?” Amelia, Victoria’s little girl, whimpered.

“No…” Victoria began, but Doctor Tane interrupted her.

“Yes, Amelia, you are going to die—if your mom doesn’t pay that money to save your life,” he said coldly.

Victoria glared at him angrily. “Why are you doing this? She’s just a little girl, and—”

“And what?!” he snapped. “In fact, your daughter could die today if you don’t pay the hospital fees first. You’re already a week behind on payments. If today ends without that money, we will throw you out of here. So, you’d better find that money today—before even thinking about the heart surgery. Otherwise, she will die.”

Doctor Tane grinned before walking out of the room.

Amelia clutched Victoria’s hand tightly, her small fingers trembling. “Mom… Am I really going to die?” she asked, her voice fragile and scared. Tears welled in her big, innocent eyes.

“Please, Mom, I don’t want to die. I don’t want to go anywhere without you. Where will I go if I die?”.

Victoria broke down, her tears falling freely as she shook her head. “No, baby. You’re not going to die. I won’t let that happen.”

Amelia sniffled, then hesitated before whispering, “Mom… What about our father?”

Victoria stiffened.

“I’ve never seen him,” Amelia continued, her voice tinged with sadness. “I want to see him before I die…” She looked away, her fingers curling into the blanket as if she had already accepted her fate. “I don’t want to die fatherless.”

Victoria wiped her tears and sniffed. “I promise you,” she said firmly, gripping Amelia’s hand tighter. “You will meet your father. And you are not going to die.”

With that, she kissed Amelia’s forehead, stood up, and hurried out of the hospital. Her hands shook as she pulled out her phone. For a long moment, she hesitated, then typed in a number she hadn’t dialed in years—Stiles.

She didn’t even know if it would still ring.

But to her shock, it did. And after two rings, the line connected.

A deep, unfamiliar voice came through. “Stiles. Who is this?”

Victoria inhaled sharply. “This is Victoria,” she said quickly. “We have a daughter together. She needs heart surgery—she’s going to die otherwise. And she… she wants to meet you. Please, come.”

Before he could respond, she hung up, her heart pounding in her chest.

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Meanwhile, in the Northern Desert of Mountville

A lone man stood amidst a field of corpses, his body drenched in blood. A gun in his right hand, a sword in his left. Behind him, a thousand soldiers stood in silence—men who had just conquered an army of ten thousand under his command.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, an object he had carried with him for years. The moment he answered, his entire world shifted. The call lasted mere seconds, but when it ended, the phone slipped from his grasp, hitting the blood-soaked ground with a dull thud.

Then, without a word, he fell to his knees.

At once, the thousand warriors behind him followed suit, bowing in unison, sensing the weight of the moment. This man—this feared warlord. was Stiles.

Five Years Ago…

Stiles was born into the powerful Zelensky family, heirs to one of Mountville City's most influential conglomerates. His father, a man both feared and respected, built an empire that seemed untouchable—until the night everything fell apart.

Betrayal struck from within. His own uncle, cousin, and even the woman he once loved, along with her family, orchestrated an ambush. That night, his parents and siblings were slaughtered, and Stiles himself was thrown into the raging flames of his burning home. He should have died.

But he didn't.

A woman—one he had never met before—leaped into the fire and pulled him out. She saved him, risking her own life in the process. In the days that followed, they grew close. Within a week, passion ignited between them, and they had sex.

But Stiles was a man with a singular purpose. REVENGE

He left without a word, vanishing into the military, where he spent the next five years forging himself into a warrior, gathering power. And just, as he intended, Stiles became a general, and in fact, Called the God of War. As he had never lost a battle. Although people across Mountville didn't know Stiles, they know God of War and his achievement.

Stiles was already planning on going back to the main city, to get his revenge, and get back to the woman that saved his life. That's the reason he always kept the phone with him.

Now, the phone rang, just To hear he had a daughter, and she was about to die.

“Victoria… we had a daughter?… about to die?… oh,noo… I have failed in this life”, He cried.