THE ALMIGHTY WAR GOD

How Dare You Do This To My Sister!

Magnus took a deep breath and brought the sole of the loafer to his mouth. The stench hit him instantly—foul, pungent, disgusting.

With his eyes shut tight, he licked the bottom of the shoe.

It tasted exactly like he expected: filth. His stomach turned. And it only got worse when Julius and the rest burst out laughing.

When he looked up, he saw Julius recording him with his phone camera.

“Keep going! A rat like you should be used to licking shit, right?!” Julius jeered.

The fury inside Magnus boiled over—but he held it in. For his mother, he forced himself to lick every inch of the filthy sole until it was clean. Then he threw the loafer back at Julius.

“Done,” Magnus said, standing up and turning to Vincent. “Now give me the money.”

Vincent nodded. He asked for Magnus’s bank account. Two minutes later, when Magnus checked his mobile banking app, the money was there—10 million dollars transferred.

“Remember, this is a loan. That means you owe us. Don’t forget that, you broke piece of shit,” Julius spat.

Magnus glared at him. One day, he’d pay him back. With interest.

He turned around and left the Barbosa mansion without another word, heading straight to the hospital. As soon as he arrived, he paid for the surgery.

The next morning, the operation was carried out. His mother’s life was saved—but the damage to her body had been so severe that she slipped into a coma.

Magnus explained everything to his younger siblings—Jasmine and Jonas. He told them the truth: the money came from the Barbosa family, and he had agreed to take Julius’s place in the military draft.

Jasmine was in shock. She asked him what would happen to them while he was gone. Jonas said nothing, but the rage and disappointment in his eyes were louder than words.

To ease their fears, Magnus promised that he would take full responsibility for the debt. He swore to send the majority of his military paycheck to Jasmine every month.

Days passed. Then came the moment to say goodbye.

“Jonas, since you’ll be the only man in this family for more than a year, I’m leaving Mom and Jasmine to you. I’ll transfer most of my paycheck to your account each month to Jasmine, so you guys don’t need to worry about the debt,” Magnus said, slinging a long, heavy duffel bag over his shoulder.

Jonas gave no reply. He didn’t even look at him. He just kept fixing the hospital bed their mother was lying in.

Magnus turned to Jasmine, patted her on the head, and looked her in the eye.

“Don’t worry. A year and a half will fly by.”

Jasmine’s expression said otherwise.

Magnus forced a smile. Then he turned and walked out of the room, taking a deep breath to stop the tears from falling.

His military service began. One month in, war broke out on the eastern border. Magnus was deployed to the front line. Then hell came.

He was shot multiple times and left bleeding out in the dirt. No medics. No reinforcements. Just blood, pain, and the slow approach of death.

But fate had other plans.

In that moment, a mysterious system activated inside him, offering him a way out: cheat death—but in exchange, he’d be sent to a anoter world where he’d have to forge himself anew.

‘I don’t wanna die. I cannot die here.’

That’s what he thought at that critical moment.

Then he accepted the mysterious system’s offer. And suddenly, a swirling, dark-blue portal appeared before his eyes.

In a second, he was strongly pulled into the portal. Then the portal vanished.

Three years later…

In the dead of night, the same portal appeared on the outskirts of Mersyvale—far from the city, near the edge of nowhere.

From the portal stepped a tall, muscular man with long hair flowing behind him. His body crackled faintly with electricity, and his glowing blue eyes burned through the dark.

It was Magnus. He finally returned.

Behind him, emerged a monster—three meters tall, part wolf, part bear. It stood upright, had a wolf’s snarling face, and a hulking body. From its back, two massive, bat-like wings were folded tightly.

As they crossed into this world, the nearby streetlights flickered violently. Stray dogs rummaging through garbage scattered, whimpering and howling in fear.

“My Lord,” the monster growled, glancing left and right, “are you sure this is the place? I sense no mana here at all.”

“This is it,” Magnus replied. “My hometown.”

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

The scent of old memories washed over him. His heart stirred. He couldn’t wait to see his mother and siblings again.

Three years had passed since the system had taken over his life. In that world of monsters and magic, Magnus had become something else—something more. With the system’s help, he had learned thousands of spells, slain monsters, conquered ancient rulers, and earned power beyond reckoning.

Now, the system had told him: his mission was complete. There was nothing left to do.

So Magnus chose to return. Even though it meant sacrificing much of the strength he had gained.

“Where to now, My Lord?” the monster asked.

“That way,” Magnus pointed toward the far end of a wide road. “There’s an old house down there. That’s where my family lives.”

He had considered heading to the hospital, but it had been three years. He believed his mother had recovered by now.

FWOOOSH!

The dark-blue monster spread its massive wings, crouching low and planting its front legs on the roadside.

“Hop on, My Lord,” the monster said.

Magnus leapt onto its back.

Moments later, the monster soared into the sky, flapping its wings with a thunderous rhythm that echoed through the night.

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Meanwhile, in a room at the back of Magnus’s family home…

“Please don’t do this… please…” Jasmine sobbed, kneeling in front of two men who looked down at her with disgust. Her clothes were disheveled, her boobs partially exposed.

SLAP!

The man with blue-dyed hair struck her across the face.

“Shut your mouth! You still owe the Barbosa family a mountain of debt, and this is the third month you’ve failed to pay. It’s only right you pay with your body.”

The other man, with red-dyed hair, crouched in front of her. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her to her feet.

Jasmine cried out in pain, but he didn’t give a damn about it.

“Let me spell it out for you,” he said, pressing his lips close to her cheek. “Julius gave us the green light. To him, you’re worth nothing. You should be grateful we’re letting you pay off your debt by fucking us. Understand?”

Without an ounce of pity, the red-haired man threw her onto the bed, climbed on top of her, and pinned her down by the wrists.

“Please… I beg you… don’t do this…” Jasmine wept, voice trembling.

“You can cry all you want,” he sneered. “No one’s coming to save you.”

“He’s right,” said the blue-haired thug, climbing onto the bed and licking his lips. “Just give in and let us enjoy that fine body of yours.”

“Fight us and we’ll make it worse,” the red-haired one whispered, breathing down her neck and licking it.

Jasmine shut her eyes, tears pouring down her cheeks. In her heart, she cursed Magnus.

He was the idiot who agreed to replace Julius in the military draft. He died for nothing. And because of that, she had to bear the full burden of that ten-million-dollar debt.

Julius had told her everything himself—three years ago. He had smiled like a devil when he did it.

Magnus’s death had given Julius complete control over her.

SHRIP!

Jasmine’s eyes flew open as the blue-haired man pulled down her jeans. She tried to resist, but the red-haired man was straddling her boobs now, groping her.

She didn’t know what else to do. She shut her eyes again and sobbed harder.

She begged, again and again, for them to stop.

Of course, they didn’t.

In desperation, Jasmine screamed—

SLAP!

The red-haired bastard smacked her hard enough to split her lip.

“Shut up, bitch! Just take it and enjoy the ride!” he roared in her face.

Jasmine fell into despair. She closed her eyes one more time, screaming in her heart:

‘Somebody… please help me! Please…’

Then—

BOOM!!!

A violent crash shook the house.

Jasmine’s eyes snapped open.

“YOU BASTARDS!!! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO MY SISTER!”

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