Martial God Gamer



Meskenet wandered the land of endless time and space, searching for a way to strengthen herself. She knew she needed it badly, or else her vengeance would not be satisfied. She would go to any lengths to eliminate Chen Ming, the one who had deeply left a scar on her very being.

Meskenet's determination burned fiercely as she contemplated the various paths she could take to acquire the strength she desired. She could train for years, mastering the art of combat.

She could seek out ancient knowledge or powerful artifacts. Or she could make a deal with a dark power, even if it meant sacrificing her own soul.

Aware of the risks and sacrifices that lay ahead, Meskenet resolved to do whatever it took to achieve her goal. She would not rest until Chen Ming was dead, and her vengeance was complete.

"I need that sword of time. If I have that, Killing him is no different than killing an ant!"

She knew that obtaining the sword of time would grant her the ability to manipulate time itself, giving her an immense advantage over Chen Ming. With this weapon in her possession, she could ensure that he would never escape her wrath, no matter how hard he tried.

Chen Ming might be able to control time with his affinity for space and time divinity. But the sword of time was another matter. It was outside the bounds of reality.

Its power was unparalleled, capable of bending the fabric of existence itself. The thought of possessing such a weapon filled her with a sense of power, fueling her determination to bring Chen Ming to his knees.

And as she wanders around the land of endless time and space, She had the impression that someone was staring at her. She didn't mind because there was no malice intent behind that glance.

She didn't have much time left before it was time to avenge her husband.

She walked for some time, but she could feel something calling for her.

Curiosity consumed her as she followed the mysterious pull, her heart pounding with anticipation. The closer she got, the stronger the sensation became, intensifying her resolve to uncover the source of this beckoning.

And that's when she saw something that was out of this world. It was the sword of time that was calling for her.

The ancient, glistening blade seemed to radiate power and wisdom, whispering secrets of the past and future. As she reached out to touch it, a surge of energy coursed through her veins, filling her with a newfound purpose.

"With this, I can avenge my husband!"

Meskenet felt excited. She wanted to test the power of this sword, and she was about to do that. Someone appeared before her and take that sword out of her hand.

The figure before her was cloaked in darkness, his eyes gleaming with power. Meskenet's heart raced as she realized she was not alone in her quest for vengeance.

"Who are you! Give me back that sword!"

She demanded, her voice filled with anger. The figure chuckled, his voice echoing through the air.

"You have much to learn, young one. If you wish to avenge your husband, you must first prove yourself worthy."

Meskenet's eyes widened when she heard that voice. She knew who he was immediately, and she didn't hesitate to kneel down in front of him.

She knew that this figure was none other than the legendary Supreme God of Time. Chronos.

Meskenet had heard tales of Chronos and his immense power, but she never thought she would come face-to-face with him. She felt a mix of fear and excitement as she realized the opportunity that lay before her.

Chronos, the supreme god of time, was the god who was against the supreme dragon god. This time he would do the same and back up the true gods and true demons in the war.

Meskenet knew that Chronos' involvement in the war would be a game-changer. As she looked into his eyes, she could sense the weight of his being.

His gaze held wisdom and knowledge that surpassed anything she had ever encountered. Meskenet couldn't help but wonder what role he would play in the impending battle and how it would shape the fate of both gods and demons alike.

"How can I prove to you that I am worthy of that mighty sword?"

Meskenet asked, her voice filled with determination. Chronos smiled softly, his eyes glimmering with a hint of amusement.

"It is not about proving worthiness,"

He replied, his voice carrying a sense of ancient wisdom.

"It is about understanding the true nature of yourself. Is vengeance the only thing you seek?"

Meskenet paused, her gaze shifting as she contemplated Chronos' words. She realized that her desire for vengeance had consumed her, blinding her to the bigger picture.

The impending war held the fate of not only gods and demons but also the delicate balance of the entire universe.

Meskenet understood that to wield the mighty sword, she needed to embrace a higher purpose. But.

"If so, then I refuse to hold it."

She would not have it if it refused her vengeance. For her, everything could be damned, and she wouldn't care. Chronos, when he heard that, instead of scolding her for having a narrow mind, he laughed heartedly instead.

His smile, which was full of wisdom, morphed into a sinister one. He wasn't a virtuous god in the first place.

"Good answer. If you let go of your vengeance that easily, I would cut you down and throw you away."

Meskenet was shocked. She hadn't expected such a ruthless response from Chronos. The realization of his true nature sent chills down her spine.

Meskenet's initial defiance began to waver as she questioned whether seeking vengeance was worth risking her own life. But as she thought about her husband, she was ready to offer anything if it meant she could make the one who killed him suffer.

"Good eyes you have there, Then I will give you this sword. After avenging your husband, come back and be my general in this war."

Meskenet hesitated, her hand trembling as she reached out to accept the sword. She knew that aligning herself with Chronos meant diving deeper into darkness, but the thought of avenging her husband's death overshadowed any doubts she had.

With a determined nod, she vowed to return victorious and claim her place as his general.