Chapter 881: God... Has Already Descended! Aren't You Coming Out to Worship?!

In the original God of War, the players had to face but a single Olympian deity—the God of War himself.

Yet in God of War II and God of War III, what lay before them was the entirety of the Olympian pantheon.

At this very moment, a few players who had just beaten the first game immediately rushed to open God of War II without a single moment of rest.

Evidently, Kratos had not perished.

His divine power had been bestowed by the gods, and his might had been nurtured through immense effort on their part; having invested so much, the gods of Olympus naturally could not allow it all to go to waste.

Thus, Kratos was dragged back to the throne by the gods themselves to fill the sudden vacancy left by the God of War.

"For the past few days, these Saints... why does it feel like they're practically living in the internet cafe?!" A few elves had just entered the shop when they spotted Saint Leyton, Saint Hermadon, and Wilson the Protector Sword Saint, among other Saint-tier powerhouses, already firmly seated in their respective "thrones," engaged in boisterous discussions.

"Huh?! Isn't that... Grand Elder Xiru?!" Elder Xiwei of the elven race exclaimed in astonishment, "Why is the Grand Elder here so early too?!"

Not only him, but she also spotted the Dwarf King, the Black Dragon Gutongs, the heads of the Alchemist and Mage Associations, and nearly every other notable Saint-tier powerhouse sitting straight and proper in a single row.

The moment one stepped through the door, a long row entirely comprised of Saints greeted the eyes at the entrance; they had never been so neatly lined up before, looking less like they were playing a game and more like they were performing a profoundly sacred duty!

"Were they sitting right here last night too?!"

"...It certainly looks like it!"

...

By the end of God of War I, the irreconcilable conflict between Kratos and the gods had already formed, and the gods were naturally no fools. Thus, at the start of God of War II, Zeus feigned goodwill by lending his Blade of Olympus to Kratos, but in truth, it was a ploy to drain him of his divine power. Once that power was entirely absorbed by the Blade of Olympus...

In the next instant, Zeus wielded the Blade of Olympus and impaled Kratos straight through!

If Kratos's previous death meant wasting the glorious divine power granted by the gods and honed through countless trials... then now, everything had been fully reclaimed, and he was finally permitted to die.

If the prior hatred had merely left Kratos disheartened, then now... after being deceived and toyed with by the gods time and again, a monstrous, heaven-burning wrath ignited from within the very world ruled by these deities!

Evidently, someone still refused to let Kratos die—the Mother Earth, Gaia, a Titan from the era preceding the gods who had been overthrown by Olympus.

And so, he was resurrected once more, guided onward to strike his way toward Mount Olympus!

...

Meanwhile... inside the internet cafe.

"I've bloody fought my way out of Hades! What about you lot?!" Saint Leyton roared while playing the game.

"Can't you see this old man is currently riding a Pegasus?!" Saint Hermadon bellowed in return, his chain blades dancing in a wild frenzy. On his screen, above a vast sea of clouds, countless airborne monsters lunged toward him, only to be slaughtered to the very last beast.

"This mage can actually wield chain blades?!" A group of elves watching from behind stood completely dumbfounded, heaven only knowing what they had endured in the previous game.

Along their journey, they witnessed Prometheus, cursed by the gods... the very deity who had brought fire to the mortal realm to aid humanity.

Zeus had chained Prometheus to a rock in the Caucasus Mountains, leaving a famished eagle to peck out his liver day after day.

How utterly tragic.

"We haven't reached Mount Olympus today! Keep going!"

...

The next day, the moment a few elves stepped into the shop, they once again saw this group of Saints sitting in a neat row.

"These people...?!"

"Hah—!"

"Bloody hell!"

"Die for me—!"

"??? Elder Xiru, how do you solve this puzzle?!"

"Let this old man think for a moment..."

...

On the third day...

"Bah—! To hell with it!"

"Kill the bastard!"

"Die—!"

"Elder Xiru, wisest elder of the elven race! How do you solve this puzzle?"

"Let this old man think for a moment..."

A group of elves who had just entered the shop remarked, "How are these people still playing?!"

The fourth day...

The fifth day...

The sixth day...

The...

"Xi... ah, no, boss, give me a copy of God of War III!"

Grand Elder Xiru looked at the God of War II he had only just started playing on his screen: "Σ(っ°Д°;)っ"

...

And at this moment, at the border of the Morning Light Empire where Canglan City resided.

Atop a towering watchtower, a mage rubbed his eyes, thinking he caught a glimpse of golden light at the edge of the sky.

He hastily cast an Eagle Eye spell on himself, but... in the very next instant, he actually saw countless warriors clad in radiant battle armor and innumerable shrines floating in mid-air, having arrived at the city gates with utterly staggering abruptness!

Wiping their eyes in disbelief, they looked again, only to find the barrier arrays outside the city walls shattered in a flash. Before they could even react, those divine shrines were already hovering directly over their heads!

It was like a miracle brought down by the gods... perhaps only a miracle could explain such a terrifying sight.

"Judgment Shrine, what exactly do you think you are doing?!"

One after another, the powerful auras of the city's defenders surged upward, their voices roaring like thunder!

"Capturing heretics!"

A giant dragon spread its wings, almost blotting out the sky above the entire border city. St. Heinz sat proudly atop the beast, possessing absolute confidence at this moment!

"The Morning Light Empire! The Elven Kingdom! The Orc Kingdom! The Dwarven Kingdom! By harboring heretics, you share the same guilt as the heretics!"

"Kill!"

A crushing defeat—this was an almost entirely one-sided slaughter! Against an army protected by the gods, how could any ordinary military ever stand a chance?!

Inside the palace of the Morning Light Empire.

"Report—! The Radiant Legion has suddenly attacked the western region of our country; thirteen cities have already fallen!"

"Report—! Nineteen cities have fallen!"

"Report—!"

One after another, reports flooded in, all within the span of a single stick of incense...

"The Radiant Legion has... has already reached Canglan City!" The voice trembled with boundless terror and shock.

A marching speed of this caliber had completely subverted the boundaries of human comprehension!

At this moment in Canglan City, endless streaks of divine light cascaded down upon the urban expanse, where over a dozen floating temples and the Radiant Legion pouring in from all directions held the entire city in a suffocating, impenetrable siege.

The elites of the Radiant Legion had surrounded the perimeter of the Canglan City shop, sealing it as tightly as an iron barrel.

"I... have finally lived to see this day!" clad in a pristine white magus robe, Saint Duran was suspended high in the air, hoisted by an invisible force.

Enshrouded in a faint divine glow, he looked down like the gods themselves.

Humiliation—he had endured endless humiliation! He had even been forced to personally execute several high-ranking officials of the Judgement Temple whom he had groomed with his own hands, including Luther.

"This time..."

With trembling, withered arms, he pushed open the transparent door and stepped into the shop.

Beholding the incomparably prosperous scene within, and contrasting it with the desolate state of the Judgement Temple today, he rasped grimly, "Come out, all of you... God... has already descended! More than half of the Morning Light Empire's cities have fallen, utterly defenseless before the divine miracle. From this day forth, your empire ceases to exist!"

At that very instant, upon the screens of everyone in the internet cafe, it could be seen that...

Saint Willy was tearing at the soul of Hades, the Lord of the Underworld...

Saint Leyton of the Alliance held the severed head of Helios, the Sun God, aloft by his hair...

Helen watched her father, the Sword Saint of the Realm, plunge an Olympian divine sword repeatedly in and out of Zeus's body...

And then, these people removed their virtual reality headsets, turned around, and looked over.