Ch-27 Child chosen by God

15 Julias, 5678

In the world of Morgov, in a small city called Alus, lived a small family of three; their life was modest but peaceful.

All three of the family members didn't wish for much but just to continue their peaceful life together; sadly, they all made one mistake.

That mistake was being weak; in this world, only the strong get to choose their own fate, and now, due to this single mistake, both the mother and father of the family were brutally killed by assasins clad in all black suits with a mask covering their faces.

These assassins were now chasing the child of the family through the woods.

A brown-haired boy barely 10 years old was running through the woods clutching his left arm, which was bleeding.

His face was decorated with tears and snot, and the boy knew that he was going to die, but he didn't want to die.

He wanted to live; he needed to live; he didn't even get a chance to mourn his fallen parents yet.

How can he die without avenging them? He needed to somehow survive these assassins and eventually kill the one responsible for his misfortune.

But the question is, how? He was about to have his awakening in a few more days, but before that, these assassins infiltrated his home and tried to kill him.

His mom and dad tried to fight the assassins and buy him some time to run, but in the end they were no match, as proven by their mutilated corpses lying in their home.

"Hey kid, stop running, and we'll give you an easy death." One of the assassins chasing him scoffed. From the tone of his voice, one could infer that he found the whole situation amusing.

"Aww, don't you want to go meet your parents, kiddo?" Another assasin sneered.

"How long till your legs give up on you?"

From their words and attitude, one could guess that these assassins weren't taking this seriously, but instead they were enjoying themselves.

They were playing with him, like a predator having fun with his prey before eating it.

This was the only reason the chase lasted so long after  all they were awakend, who were trained in the art of murder since they were kids, while their target was a mere unawakened bleeding boy.

Hearing their sneers ignited a flame inside the boy as he thought, 'I will kill you all someday in a way far more brutal than you can even imagine; let's see who's laughing then'.

However, for now, all he could do was control his urges and run for his life; after all, he couldn't take his revenge if he was dead.

Unfortunately for him, even the heavens were against him, as he soon tripped on a small rock and fell.

"Aww, poor kiddo," one of the assassins sneered.

"I feel kind of bad for him; maybe we should just let him go." One of the assassins said his expression was showing pity as he turned around, seemingly leaving.

"Just kidding," he said as he turned around with a sadistic expression on his face as he threw a small, throwable knife at the fallen kid, piercing his abdomen.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH" The kid let out a gut wrenching scream as the pain engulfed him, his own blood painting his clothes and the ground near him.

"How lovely" One of the assassins commented, revelling in his sick pleasure.

However, the kid was in too much pain right now to care about what the assasin thought.

'I'm dying, I'm dying' he thought with tears in his eyes as his vision started going dark.

Just when the kid was about to give up, he bit his own tongue to not lose consciousness.

'Fuck this shit, I can't die like this,' he thought as he tried to get up. After a lot of effort, he finally got up, only to fall down again.

Sadly, he had lost too much blood; even if the assassins let him go, he was going to die of blood loss in a few minutes.

"Hahahahaha"

"Hahahaha"

"Hahahhaha"

The assassins were just observing the boy's effort in intrigue before they all started laughing, finding the boy amusing.

'Shit, this can't be the end. Please, someone help me. Anyone is fine. It doesn't matter if it's a god or demons; just please save me,' he thought as his body remained motionless on the ground.

Slowly, even as his thoughts grew hazy, he was about to die.

"Man, I kind of feel bad for him; I might as well go and give him a painless death." One of the assassins said  as he took out his knife and moved towards the kid.

The child had already accepted his fate, so he just closed his eyes, awaiting his inevitable end.

However, contrary to what he expected, this end never came, and as he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find the whole world greyed out and the assassins frozen.

Almost as if frozen in time, the whole world was frozen in time, and in front of the kid was a popup.

[You have been chosen by the Martial God system; do you accept it?]

[Yes/No]

"I accept," the kid said without even thinking.

[Congratulations, host; you have been successfully paired with the War God system.]

[Assessing threat to host's life,executing host protection protocol]

[Divine Smite x1]

[Will the host choose to use it?]

[Yes/No]

"I don't care, just kill these fuckers," the kid spat out.

[As the host wishes]

The very next second, a blinding divine ray of light descended from the heavens, engulfing the whole Alus kingdom before disappearing the next second.

The light didn't affect anything except for the six assassins clad in black, who were now nowhere to be seen, almost as if they never existed in the first place.

***

Inside the memoirs sat a lone blonde-haired boy atop a luxurious throne.

The boy looked no older than 10; this was Zephyr, the God of Mana. His form looked a bit older than when William last met him.

"I see, so you finally made your move, Elona."

"I suppose I, too, should move the pace up a little," he scoffed with a smile on his face.