I Am the God of Games

Chapter 308 You Are No Longer the Foe I Must Defeat

The explosion seized monk Alfonso’s attention for a split second.

Even though he promptly recovered thanks to his constant spirit training, he realized that now was the best instant for him to defeat the Pink Flatfish.

And just as he imagined, the head mask didn’t affect his opponent’s vision at all, and Alfonso could sharply sense that the Pink Flatfish had his attention caught by the explosion, leaving him distracted in the middle of the arena.

There was no doubt that it would be his undoing! The reason behind that was simple.

Alfonso was better be it in strength, speed, and every other physical attribute.

The reason the two of them fought so fiercely until now was solely because of the Pink Flatfish’s instincts and technique in actual combat were far better than Alfonso. He would keep evading each of Alfonso’s lethal blows, stopping it from time to time with parries and slowly build his advantage from there, seizing control of the flow of the match bit by bit.

That being said, both his evasion and parrying was built upon his extreme focus!

Now that his attention had shifted somewhere else and he couldn’t focus entirely in the fight, Alfonso’s win was within grasp!

That was how he had assumed things would go.

Just as he concentrated on seizing his chance and attempted to knock the Pink Flatfish’s weapon from his hand with a charge to force a yield, the seemingly absent-minded foe moved even quicker than before-evading Alfonso’s attack by moving to his side, he then parried Alfonso’s strike from his weakest angle.

No, that’s not a parry!

Alfonso’s face fell when he sensed the impact on his weapon: He couldn’t hold on to it, because the Pink Flatfish had deflected his strike and handily knock it out of his hands!

The monk’s face darkened as he watched his weapon fly into the distance and dropped to the ground with a loud clang.

“You… Were you pulling your punches all along?!”

Aside from that reason, Alfonso just couldn’t imagine how the Pink Flatfish could suddenly turn so strong to instantly knock away his weapon.

“No way.” The Pink Flatfish replied with calm composure. “Deflecting is much more difficult than parrying since it’s a high-level skill with a low success rate. Naturally, I have to completely understand your combat style before I could use it.” “What…”

Alfonso’s eyes were bulging in disbelief.

The Pink Flatfish had completely figured out his combat style after just dueling him for minutes?

Impossible! The Brilliant White Church monk’s style which was passed down over a century and not just for show!

Taking a deep breath, Alfonso forced back his spiritual fatigue and allowed his holy power to flow (a strength unique to superhumans of the Brilliant White Church, equivalent to the Players’ mana bar and the Temple of Glory’s combat aura) and circulate around his body.

His rather exhausted body regained top form once more.

After all, the Brilliant White Church must not lose face here. Even when disarmed, the monks had learnt to fight unarmed-now was the time to hit the Pink Flatfish at least once even if Alfonso had to stake his life on it!

With that resolve, Alfonso’s aura did not slump from losing his weapon. Instead, he was charged even stronger than before!

The Pink Flatfish, however, had sheathed his sword and walked off the arena!

“What are you doing!?” Alfonso felt extremely frustrated and upset, as if he punched into cotton.

“You’re no longer the foe I must defeat now.” The Pink Flatfish calmly said then, that funny fish face of his no longer leveled at Alfonso but within the city.

There, a dark colossal eye was slowly rising. One did not have to open their sense to clearly feel its oppressiveness and malice.

“That’s…”

***

The giant eye was staring at the Players and city watch soldiers who had gathered beneath the consulate.

It wasn’t doing anything, however, but just by being present, the building beneath it was slowly turned to cheesy goo by an unknown force.

Even though the Players kept their distance, the Players realized that the durability of their various items were slowly decreasing as well. Beside them, white smoke was billowing from the bodies of the city watch soldiers, with their clothes and exposed skin slowly melting off.

Moreover, under the giant eye’s stare, the soldiers had lost all of their ability to fight. The Players therefore had to chase them off and have them hold the line some distance away.

Despite the giant eye having no vocal organ, it was still speaking with a human voice-and it was not just one voice either, but thousands of different voices belonging to man, women, elderly and children weaved into one and speaking at the same time, and otherworldly yet wide-ranging chorus.

“This is the threshold of the gods, because even the human body could reach the domain beyond the supernatural! Do you still have hopes for the gods who exploit minions like you after bearing witness to me?” The giant eye said then. “I’ll show mercy because we are all humans, and as long as you are willing to renounce the darkness to join me so that you wouldn’t remain as the gods’ lackeys, I shall forgive your sins and even bestow the same measure with which I had become god!”

The words and the voice had a mysterious bewitching power to it-any believer who was less than a zealot of any church might have fallen for it since Divine Grace was mostly exclusive to the churches’ hierarchy, and many believers go their entire lives without ever witnessing a single godly miracle.

And yet, the giant eye was facing the Playersbelievers of the God of Games.

They were very different from the believers of any other church because they were constantly in touch with a miracle: The System which Xi Wei, the God of Games bestowed upon them. All of them had a definitive goal in improving themselves through various aspects such as levels, skills, and items, unlike other believers who were left hopeless and confused about the future.

Furthermore, almost every believer of the Church of Games had all experienced bitterness in life, and the one who pulled them out of futureless lives and gifted them hope was none other than Xi Wei’s Church of Games

That was why its bewitching wouldn’t work on them.

“Enough with that nonsense! What right have you to call yourself human when you don’t even look like one!”

Princess Leah shouted as she waved the flag spear bearing the crest of the Church of Games, allowing it to soar in the air. “I know now your pain that led you to hate the gods so bitterly, just as I wouldn’t defend the other gods. Even so, your blasphemous words had insulted my faith-the God of Games of whom granted me hope and salvation from endless despair!”

“I won’t ask for you to apologize from the God of Games, but keep your eye open, monster, and watch as we beat you until you cry!” The other players then echoed her raging bellow with roars of equally righteous anger. “Hear, hear!”

“Screw you!”

“Do you think you’re better just because your eye is bigger?” “Drop dead, monster!”

In the next split second, the Players began to charge at the monster that was virtually an evil god to them without self-regard.