God Is A Game Designer - 106 C105 Spark Of Fury

The sun had begun to rise in the morning, several hours passing by as Nathan cleared up the last remaining issues in the black market district. The entire process filling him with hate and misery at the conditions the church allowed the people to live in all this time to gain a few more coins.

Every person in this horrid place had to survive and live with being in such a dangerous and deadly situation already. The church made things much work by squeezing people of the money they had to earn to earn freedom that never came for all the poor fools who handed over the money.

Having come from the underground district. Nathan had spent the entire night doing this work as he headed back to the market district in the centre of town. His clothing had the faint smell of the sewer on them as he turned the last alley and made his way to the main street.

As he came to the end of the tunnel, he found himself face to face with one of the guards of Senoa, the tall fellow blocking his path as he shook his head.

“Another slum rat trying to get out into the sunlight. Shoo back into the darkness and make sure you stay.”

The guard let out a laugh as he looked at the man with disdain. It was clear that he enjoyed pushing around those weaker than himself while getting paid to do such a thing.

“Get out of my way, or I will kill you.”

Nathan’s voice was calm yet filled with irritation as his eyes stared at the guard. It was clear that his words were correct and that he would kill the guard if given a chance. Such words caused the guard to tense up.

“You little shit. I will beat those words out of your mouth!”

The guard was pulling out a small flat mace as he was planning to do some severe damage, who even cared if a few rats got bludgeoned to death. He could also enjoy this show of power as this one certainly would put up a fight.

Stepping forward into the alleyway as the darkness engulfed both himself and the guard, the laughter of the same guard as the mace swung downwards.

“I’m sorry for your foolishness.”

The mace slamming down onto Nathan’s face as the blunt recoil flooded down the shaft and into the man’s wrist, causing him to cry out in pain as he had to drop the weapon. It was like he had smashed the blunt object into hard steel.

His curses were growing as he looked up at the man, eyes going wide as he started to back up in fear. The man was holding a long black scythe that seemed to bask in the aura of death. A dark black cloak was flowing over the man’s back as he looked almost like an incarnation of death itself.

“You monster!”

The screams rang out loud as the man turned to flee, his feet taking him only a few steps before a dark mystical projectile flew from the scythe as it came down, slicing through the man’s body before fading.

Taking a few more steps, the man let out one last gasp of breath as his body tumbled like a doll without someone holding it. No one saw any wounds on the body to indicate an attack it was almost like the man died to fear alone.

The many guards, merchants, adventurers and weak in the back alley watched as Nathan walked into the street, standing in the centre as his eyes blazed pure white power, his front like a beacon of hope while the cloak around his shoulders down to his back was the warning for those who wanted to cross him.

Activating his power of Journey to allow his words to travel to the many others around him, making sure to speak to everyone in the entire city, slum and areas outside as he wanted to make himself clear.

“I’m Nathan. I’ve come here to put injustice away. Those who are innocent make your way out of the city and to the groups. Azo and Bull will look after you all. They will take you to a valley with my blessings, and you will all be safe.”

The adventurers and the poor looked almost relieved. The poor happy due to the chance to finally get something out of this horrible life. The adventurers happy due to the fact a familiar name was spoken. Bull and Azo having a high reputation and prowess in the city.

The streets moved quickly as those two groups moved out as fast as they could. Almost thirty guards were pulling weapons as they blocked the way to the bridge. Each on staring at him with hate as they knew he had come to harm the church.

“Halt Nathan. You may be a Demigod, but you are attacking the Goddess of Dusk. She will hunt you down if you continue this action.”

Nathan shook his head as he let his power expand. The death power flooding over the ground as the similar pure white energy cascaded down his body to his hands as Senshi formed into his hand, the wood creaking as it moved down and turned into the bow form.

The scythe still in his other hand as he quickly sliced down to the ground, everyone touching the dark death power that had flooded onto the earth turning into puppets with the string cut, flopping to the floor almost instantly dead.

The guards were standing at a distance watching in fear as they saw almost thirty guards die without a single breath taken. A few archers were firing rapid arrows as the bolts just stopped a few metres from the man, floating in the air before turning around and slamming straight back into the one who fired them.

No one could get to close without dying.

No one could fire a ranged weapon without dying.

How could one fight this monster?

“For each flesh of my daughter, you carved off. I will take one life in payment. In this one bag alone I found seven hundred fragments.”

Nathan began to walk towards the Senoa bridge, hate in his heart as he finished.

“It’s time to cull the church.”