2026-02-02 13:02:37The sound of commotion could be faintly heard from outside the palace, echoing ever closer. God Megarana, who was sitting on his throne, felt unease creeping into his chest.
"What's going on?" God Megarana rose from his throne, fear suddenly gripping his heart. "Why is it so noisy outside?"
Suddenly, a soldier ran in, panting heavily. "Report, my Lord! Our kingdom is under attack by foreign forces!"
"Foreign forces? What do you mean?"
Before the soldier could answer, another soldier approached with a deathly pale face. "God Megarana, God Mervous has arrived! He... he demands revenge for the Goddess Mother's death," his voice trembled with fear.
"Damn it! Quickly summon the other Gods. God Mervous is in a dangerous state."
God Megarana looked anxious. After all, when God Mervous was in this condition, it meant nothing good was happening.
"Where is he now?" God Megarana asked one of his soldiers.
"He-he's on his way here." The soldier appeared to stammer, showing just how terrified he was at that moment.
God Megarana tried to control himself. He didn't want to show his fear. As the kingdom's ruler, he had to be able to control everything. Whatever happened, he would defend his kingdom. A great war must not break out.
"Has anyone gone to notify the other Gods?"
God Megarana looked increasingly anxious when he saw that none of the troops gathered to defend him had left.
One of them then spoke, bringing calm to God Megarana's restless heart. "The General has already departed. He will notify them all."
Before long, the sound of a tremendous explosion was heard.
BOOM!
The kingdom's gates were destroyed, forced open. God Mervous's true power had now been unleashed, making God Megarana feel even more anxious.
"This is bad! This is bad! He's coming!" one soldier shouted in panic.
God Megarana closed his eyes, trying to draw in the calm energy around him. "Let me speak with him first."
God Megarana stepped away from his throne, hoping to control the situation so nothing unwanted would happen.
Drip! Drip! Drip!
Drop after drop of blood followed the footsteps of a muscular man resembling a Greek god.
His handsome face matched his name—God Mervous.
The figure most feared by anyone in this land. Because when he was angry, there was only vengeance and retribution.
"I swear! I will destroy that murderer! I will annihilate them all!"
The fire of vengeance now blazed within God Mervous. The hard look on his face showed just how full of rage he was at that moment.
"Forgive me, my Goddess. I failed to protect you. I failed to be your eternal lover. I swear, I will avenge every drop of your blood on that murderer!"
Now, God Mervous had arrived at the palace—the place where the figure who had killed his beloved resided.
One of his hands was clenched tightly, showing how great the anger filling his chest was.
"GOD MEGARANA! COME OUT!"
God Mervous's shout thundered.
He knew someone heard his cry. But they deliberately ignored his warning because the soldiers would try to protect their master's safety.
Without thinking twice, God Mervous immediately struck the closed gate guarded by dozens of soldiers.
His power grew greater as his rage intensified.
He didn't care about the dozens of soldiers lying on the floor, crushed by the gate's rubble.
"GOD MEGARANA! COME OUT!" God Mervous shouted again with all his might.
Just as God Mervous stood at the kingdom's entrance, a man came with powerful steps.
"Oh... God Mervous? You've come? What an honor for you to visit my kingdom." God Megarana smiled with an innocent face.
God Mervous grew more disgusted. "I don't need your pleasantries. Enough of that cheap charade!"
God Mervous's anger intensified further. Moreover, God Megarana now wore a face as if he knew nothing.
"Calm down, God Mervous. I truly don't know the reason for your visit. Come, we can discuss everything in a private room." God Megarana invited, about to lead the way.
God Mervous, increasingly disgusted with God Megarana's innocent face, threw the dagger he was carrying.
Whoosh!
The dagger pierced right through the neck of one of the soldiers protecting his master.
"What are you doing, God Mervous!" shouted God Megarana, unwilling to let his soldier be killed.
"Stop that act! I'm here to avenge everything. A life must be paid with a life!" God Mervous declared firmly.
God Megarana was anxious. He sensed the atmosphere in his kingdom was no longer conducive. God Mervous's arrival with uncontrolled rage clearly made everyone's hearts feel uneasy.
"What do you mean, God Mervous? Whose life are you referring to?"
God Megarana wouldn't confess. God Mervous grew angrier.
"I know you killed my beloved, Goddess Mother. And... now I've come to avenge the death you caused her."
WHOOSH!
God Mervous raised his hand, directing a fireball attack toward God Megarana.
"DESTROY THEM ALL!"
God Mervous raised his hand, thousands of troops previously reinforced by an invisible portal now appeared.
A great battle could no longer be avoided. God Mervous in his rage continued to release fireballs, hurling them at the soldiers trying to protect God Megarana.
He then raised one of his hands, his mighty crossbow seemingly appearing in his hand. As he pulled the bowstring, a flaming arrow appeared to launch.
The flaming arrow, when released, seemed to contain thousands of other arrows. All of God Megarana's soldiers were killed instantly.
God Mervous grinned. Finding God Megarana left alone.
WHOOSH!
God Megarana released his power—easy for God Mervous to evade.
"Your power... won't work on me," God Mervous sneered.
Now, it was God Mervous's turn to counterattack. God Megarana almost got hit by God Mervous's fire attack.
"You think I'm that weak? I never wanted to start a war with you. But you're the one who started all this. I will welcome this war!"
God Megarana spoke loudly.
God Mervous's grin widened. This was what he'd been waiting for.
WHOOSH! CRASH! BLAST!
Various types of attacks appeared to be launched by God Mervous. In rage that kept remembering how he lost his beloved forever, God Mervous lost control.
God Megarana's death—that was God Mervous's sole purpose now.
The relentless attacks delivered by God Mervous overwhelmed God Megarana. He struggled to face God Mervous's power, which felt so tremendous.
"Prepare to meet your doom, God Megarana! Because I will be the angel of death taking your life today."
God Mervous spoke firmly. God Megarana's exhausted, labored breathing made God Mervous unwilling to waste the opportunity.
He then raised one of his hands. The sky that had appeared blue instantly turned dark.
The sound of lightning striking together with rows of thunder appearing in the sky became the climax of all the emotions enveloping God Mervous.
A sharp grin etched at the corner of God Mervous's lips.
"Afraid? Do you have any last words? Confess, but it won't change anything."
God Megarana looked at God Mervous with bated breath. "I didn't do it!" God Megarana tried to convince him.
God Mervous grew more disgusted. It was clear that God Megarana had done it and it was witnessed by God Mervous's closest people, yet he still denied it.
"No criminal will admit his crime. Farewell to your life, God Megarana. Thank me for being the angel of death taking your life!"
God Mervous raised his hand higher, a large orb appeared ready to be directed at God Megarana. Before finally...
BOOOOM!
A tremendous explosion was heard. God Mervous fell. A great light suddenly came along with a fierce wind that swept through the place.
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