Gods Game: Apocalypse Rewritten

Zane knew he was seconds away from being overwhelmed. His dual blades flashed as he cut through the monsters lunging at him, but he wasn't fooled—these weren't like the first Beast-class he had taken down. That one had been weak, already injured. The rest? Not so easy.

He aimed for the most common weak points—head, heart, spine—but they weren't dropping fast enough. There were too many. Fighting wasn't a long-term option.

His mind raced. The Archfiend.

That thing wasn't here to kill him outright—it was enjoying the show. But if too many monsters started getting in the way, would it step in? Or at least be annoyed enough to change the battlefield?

It was a gamble, but it was better than getting buried under a thousand bodies.

Zane shifted his momentum and dashed toward the Archfiend.

Immediately, the battlefield responded.

A deep chill spread instantly—an Elemental-class ice creature had frozen the battlefield ahead. The entire path became a slick sheet of ice, and his momentum nearly sent him into a skid.

Then, from behind—

A dark spiral shot toward him from an Abyssal-class beast. The twisting energy almost grazed his shoulder, but he reacted instantly, pushing forward and dodging just in time.

The spiral kept going.

Straight toward the ice-wielding Elemental.

The frozen creature had no chance—it shattered into jagged shards as the dark spiral tore through its core.

Zane didn't stop.

An Abyssal-class monster vomited a stream of corrosive mist, and he knew he couldn't afford to breathe that in. He angled his approach, letting the mist spread toward a charging Beast-class creature instead.

The acid-covered beast shrieked in agony, collapsing as the mist ate through its flesh.

More monsters. More chaos.

Zane's mind kept working—they weren't working together. They attacked blindly at anything in their way.

Good. That meant he could use them.

A fire-based Elemental noticed him in the mist and launched a flaming spear—but Zane had already moved.

The fire tore into an Abyssal behind him, igniting its body in an instant.

One by one, they could kill each other if he played his cards right.

His instincts took over.

Instead of stopping, he moved faster. He launched himself off the frozen ground, using a Beast-class creature as a foothold, then another, weaving through the air as the dark spiral barely missed him.

Up ahead, the Archfiend watched, its cynical smile widening.

And then—it decided to escalate the game.

The Archfiend lifted its arm, fingers tracing lazy circles through the air. At first, it looked meaningless. But then—three tiny tornadoes formed above its palm, swirling faster, denser.

With a flick of its wrist, the tornadoes shot forward.

The instant they left its grasp, they expanded into monstrous, towering cyclones.

Zane landed just in time to see three massive tornadoes tearing through the battlefield, ripping apart Colossal-class monsters like paper.

The ground trembled. More than a thousand creatures had spawned now, and the vibrations beneath his feet told him some were burrowing underground.

The tornadoes were the biggest threat—but they were also an opportunity.

Zane's eyes flicked between the storm of destruction and the creatures getting shredded inside it.

They're dying too fast for the system to count my hits.

He needed a way to land a strike at the last second, just before the tornadoes killed them.

"System, any weapons that return to their user after being thrown?"

A menu popped up.

[Item Shop – Six Retrieval Shuriken Set – 3,000 CP]

Zane clicked his tongue. "What, you're trying to rob me in the middle of a death match? First-time buyer discount?"

The system processed for a moment.

[Discount applied. 2,000 CP.]

"Fine. Equip."

A set of six shuriken materialized in his hands, sleek and perfectly balanced. No time to test.

He sprinted, zigzagging between wrecked cars, keeping his movements unpredictable as monsters closed in from all sides. His stamina was draining fast, but his use of the terrain kept him just ahead of death.

As another tornado shredded through a wave of creatures, Zane threw a shuriken—timing it a fraction of a second before impact.

Kill registered. XP gained.

It worked.

He threw another. Then another. Each shuriken cut through weakened enemies just before the tornadoes finished them off. They returned to him instantly, letting him attack again without breaking stride.

Level up.

His speed increased. His stamina refilled.

Another kill. Another level.

The monsters kept chasing, but now, they were fueling his growth.

From above, the Archfiend leaned forward, resting its chin on one hand, watching the human adapt.

It chuckled.

"Interesting."

And the game continued.

From level 40, he had already soared past level 350, and the numbers were still climbing. But he knew this wouldn't last forever. Even as his stamina and stats refueled with each kill, his legs screamed for rest. The relentless pace was catching up to him. If he stopped now, he'd be torn apart.

For the first time, Zane felt truly stuck.

His mind worked furiously, searching for an out. His gaze flicked toward the Archfiend's perch. If there was one thing he had learned, it was that this creature wasn't just watching—it was toying with him. Maybe it was time to change the game.

He pivoted, shifting his course directly toward the Archfiend. If he could force a reaction—

A blast of heat stopped him in his tracks.

A towering Colossal-class monster landed in front of him, its body wreathed in molten fire. The sheer heat alone threatened to incinerate him before it even attacked. Instinct screamed at him to move, but there was no time to dodge.

His mind raced, pushing past exhaustion, trying to form a plan. Anything. Think, think, THINK—

Snap.

The sound cut through the chaos like a gunshot.

In an instant, the Colossal-class monster shattered, torn apart as if the universe itself had decided it no longer belonged.

Zane barely had time to process what had happened before his eyes locked onto the Archfiend. The creature was still lounging above, its fingers lazily lowering from the snap. Its smirk widened.

Zane turned back—and his blood ran cold. It wasn't just the Colossal-class monster that had died. Every creature on the battlefield was gone. Even his tornadoes had vanished. And now, the Archfiend was now descending towards him.