Gamer System in Campione - Chapter 4

To quote the man himself: "They don't call me greed for anything! I want money! Women! Status! And power! I want everything this world is selling and eternity is at the top of the list! You see?"

So if the god wanted to kill me... he would have to do his worst!

A roar escaped my mouth as I raised the scepter in my hand, the tip of it glowing with a power I didn't know.

"YOU'RE GOING TO DIE, you son of a bitch!"

When the scepter came into contact with my enemy's face... I couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate the beauty of the moment. Of course it wasn't a very picturesque location...but it was offset by the fact that I would never forget this moment. Also, the look of shock on Ra's face, or Tuna-Ra's, was pretty funny.

As Ra flew away from me, I caught a glimpse of the glowing gun in my hand. So that was his real power? How interesting.

That was so fucking awesome. And the best part is, he wasn't even an authority. In fact... it may be now that I thought about it. There was still no doubt about it… I was going to make sure I kept this weapon when I ripped Ra's bloodied head from his body.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Nothing would stop me!

A snort of pain escaped Ra's mouth as he climbed out of the rock he'd crashed into. It was a good look for him. It helped to diminish the gaudy golden glow that didn't fade.

"You…you are another mortal thing," Ra told me as he stood up, though it was obvious from his posture that he had taken a lot of damage from my attack: "No other man could have done what you did. my scepter yours"

He raised his hand to the heavens and formed a ray of pure light. At the end of the well was a tip of golden fire.

"That's why... I die freely in your hands"

Wait what?

I watched as he gently tossed the spear of fire toward me, my hands instinctively catching it. I was so confused.

"I'm old, boy. I don't have the strength I had before. Even now my power fades as my other aspects try to gain control. I want an adventure like my brothers and children…and you can give me that. me and take my power. You have my blessing to do this"

I couldn't help but blink in confusion. Has there ever been a heretic god who died freely? In this case, it had not been recorded in the anime or novel.

Still…I wasn't going to let that chance get away from me. With a scream of anger and determination, I shoved the spear into Ra's chest.

Congratulations!

Ra - King of the Gods - God of the Sun

Status: Dead

Thank you game.

That was the last thing I saw before my entire world was consumed by white. I think I was going to give myself a visit to my new mom...here was waiting for me to remember my little visit.

"Hello!" A cheerful voice screamed in my ear, nearly popping my eardrums. There! I hope she hasn't done that with every visitor.

The woman before my eyes was not someone you could ignore. Her full purple hair would make her stand out in a crowd, especially in an anime crowd. In a world where almost everyone had brown or black hair... purple was the deviant color.

Plus, with how short she was…how adorable.

I recognized her.

Pandora the legendary woman who received a magic box that contained all the evils of the world, as well as hope, and opened it out of curiosity. She was married to the titan Epimetheus, brother of Prometheus. All Campiones would be her adopted children and her husband's bastard children.

"Hello," I replied back in a calm voice, even though my own heart was pounding a mile a minute. This was the moment I had been waiting for. All my hard work was about to pay off... even though the end of the fight wasn't exactly what I expected.

"Happy birthday to you!" She told me in her cheerful voice, "You did something no mortal should be able to do. You defied the laws of reality and common sense to kill a heretic God."

In short, she was calling me powerful…or idiot. Something told me it was the last, not the first.

"I'll be blunt. I already know who you are and what's about to happen so if we could just get out there and finish all the crap...that would be just nice and elegant" I told her with a sigh as I sat down on the floor.

I wasn't lying either. Killing a god, even if he let you do it, was tiring. I needed a rest and a good bottle of wine.

Pandora let out a laugh, her voice a calming, youthful version of the one Ra let out whenever I said something funny. How interesting.

"Very well!" She told me while pointing at me with her index finger: "By the dark art that Epimetheus and I left behind, this is the sacred birth of an illegitimate child, shrouded in darkness, born of a fool and a witch. A secret of usurpation only made possible by the sacrifice of a God"

"I grant you my blessing, that you may be reborn as the new slayer of Gods, a King among Kings, a Campione. Go ahead and do what you want. Protect man's world from those who try to abuse your power"

Yes... I had no intention of doing that. Mainly because I would abuse it, and not like the other idiots who had the chance to have such power! I would do what I wanted and revel in carnal pleasures No one would stop me... that's why I chose to come first to this world

She leaned forward and placed a small kiss on my forehead, something I wasn't prepared for. I think that was to be expected, though. She was my mother now and a mother was always expected to show affection for her children.

I gave a smile, one that was full of warmth and love: "Thanks...Mom"

The last thing I saw was her radiant face as the world faded around me.

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A vibration of power reverberated across the world for just a single moment, as if a single beat of a truly titanic heart resonated across the earth and sky, announcing to all those with the senses to understand the world for what had really just happened. .

A beautiful dark-haired woman in the middle of the Chinese desert stopped her daily training routine to look west, a light of satisfaction entering her fierce gaze as she pondered what had happened.

An elderly-looking man sitting on a throne inside his castle high in the Balkans turned his head to the south, a big predatory smile slowly emerging from his features at the possibilities it presented.

A blond man calmly eating in a cafe in Italy let out a contented hum as he continued to savor the cake in front of him, his features radiating contentment with what he'd just felt.

A Middle Eastern woman stopped in her tracks midway, her body halfway through an open doorway, her eyes gleaming with curiosity at the meaning of what she had just felt as she looked west.

A raven-haired young man rummaging through the secure vaults of an organization other than his own paused for a moment to look south, frowning at what this turn of events might mean to her plans.

A masked hero who calmly patrolled her city stopped in her tracks atop the rooftops of Los Angeles, her head snapping to the southeast before, with a small nod of acknowledgment, she resumed her route.

All over the world, a fact was acknowledged with anxiety and dread, fear and reverence, praise and loathing; the fact that a mortal had just done the impossible, that a God had just been killed.

A new child of Pandora has just emerged.

The Seventh King of the World has just been born.

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NOTES:

There will be a time skip in the next chapter.