The God's Games

"Are you the God of Darkness?" one player asked bluntly, since Hanbin's long hood obscured his face.

Hanjun couldn't help but want to smack their heads, wondering if they had a hole in their brains to ask such a foolish question.

Hanbin ignored them, lifting his gaze to glance at Hanjun, who stood nearby.

Those blood-red eyes seemed somewhat confused.

Just moments ago, he had been in the Abyss, and now, all of a sudden, he had been summoned by a group of humans.

What was going on?

Catching Hanbin's gaze, Hanjun shrugged helplessly.

Hanbin then looked over at the demon army behind him, realizing he had been summoned to a battlefield.

He turned back to the players and asked, "You summoned me?"

The players nodded. "That's right."

Hanbin continued, "Do you understand the meaning of summoning me at this time?"

As the God of Darkness, even if summoned by humans, he was still aligned with the demons.

In other words, the players had just summoned the most powerful enemy onto the battlefield, an enemy even Hanjun couldn't easily deal with.

Why did they think that sheer numbers alone would be enough to defeat him?

The players glanced at Hanjun's expression.

Since Hanjun had stepped forward, they assumed he must have something important to say.

But now that Hanbin had been summoned, what else could Hanjun say?

He decided to let the players respond freely.

The players felt that something wasn't quite right, so they nervously explained their previous plan to Hanbin.

Hanbin, hearing that everything was as he had expected, smiled coldly.

The chill in the air grew, making the players instinctively huddle together and shiver.

"Hmph, since this is what you want, then let's see if you're as good as he says," Hanbin sneered.

The "he" standing beside him flashed a helpless smile.

With a wave of Hanbin's hand, the players felt their bodies lighten, and the next thing they knew, they were sent back to Ulon City.

Or rather, it wasn't exactly that they were "sent" back.

They had died and were resurrected in Ulon City's church.

After the players left, Hanbin turned his gaze back to Hanjun and emphasized, "They attacked me first, so I didn't break any rules."

Hanjun shrugged. "Of course, I wouldn't be that stubborn."

As Hanjun spoke, Hanbin raised an eyebrow, and Hanjun instantly knew what he was thinking—Hanbin probably thought he was the stubborn type.

Otherwise, how could things have ended up like this?

Hanjun didn't care what Hanbin thought.

Since the players had made the decision for him, there was no need to drag things out any longer.

Hanbin narrowed his eyes, sensing the divine power radiating from Hanjun's body.

Even the demon army sensed the aura emanating from Hanjun, their natural enemy, and instinctively stepped back half a pace.

However, when they realized Hanbin was standing before them, they forced themselves to remain in place, determined not to show weakness in front of him.

But Hanjun merely waved his hand, dispersing the dark clouds above, bringing the light back to the land.

It was only then that the people of Ulon City realized that it was still daytime.

To Hanbin, however, this gesture from Hanjun was proof of his favoritism toward humans, which only fueled Hanbin's dissatisfaction.

"Are you provoking me?" Hanbin asked, blunt and unforgiving.

Hanjun thought for a moment. "If that's how you see it, I have no objection."

Hanbin's displeasure deepened.

Meanwhile, the demons who had arrived grew uneasy, slowly retreating in the tense atmosphere.

Although they feared the God of Light, they feared their creator, the God of Darkness, even more.

The God of Darkness was known for his bad temper—a view shared by all the creatures he had created.

Without the God of Light, no one would be able to stop him.

And now, it seemed, even the God of Light might not be able to hold him back.

On the other side, the summoning of the God of Darkness by the players had drawn the attention of Ulon City's residents.

After learning what had transpired, they felt the players' plan wasn't wrong, so they too stepped out of the city, their target being the God of Darkness.

Hanjun knew that with even the slightest commotion, peace would be out of reach.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

At this point, he couldn't remain uninvolved.

Hanbin stood before Hanjun, and in front of everyone from both sides, he declared, "If that's the case, let's settle this once and for all. I want to see whether my demons will triumph or if your favored humans will win!"

Hanjun said nothing in response.

A white light shimmered around him.

As the light faded, the figure that appeared before everyone was none other than the God of Light, clad in a long, flowing white robe with golden embroidery. Find adventures on empire

His white hair, cascading in soft waves, shimmered with a golden hue when viewed from the side.

His golden eyes radiated authority, yet they were not cold.

Surrounded by a divine glow, to those watching, it seemed as though he was glowing himself.

From a distance, Father Barry spotted the radiant figure.

While others were still doubting Hanjun's true identity, he gasped in awe, "It's the God of Light! Finally, I get to witness the divine presence with my own eyes—how wonderful!"

Although it was something he had longed for, Father Barry's joy quickly overwhelmed him, and he began to cry.

It was likely tears of joy, as after over a thousand years, he could finally fulfill the dream shared by many priests of the Church of Light: to see the true form of the God of Light.

Once the crowd realized that it was indeed the God of Light, they quickly understood—Hanjun was the God of Light all along.

No wonder he was called the Holy Son, for the Holy Son represents the God of Light and walks the mortal realm on his behalf.

With this revelation, the people finally grasped the truth—Hanjun had been watching over them all this time, helping them from behind the scenes.