Game in Marvel

Liam didn't go to sleep after having dinner. Since he had completed the two games and was given the extra reward, he had been avoiding the gaming world and the system like the plague. Not because he wanted to, but because the situation had changed now.

Unlike last time, the new game didn't have the time stoppage effect anymore. In other words, it meant that if he spent 80 years in the game, it would amount to 80 years in the real world too. That was the most significant change for the new game. But there was an upside to it too.

The new game would allow him to bring any non-living thing or things that belonged to him from that world to the real world at any time. That would include weapons and resources. Of course, if a weapon didn't belong to him, he couldn't bring it from the game world to the real world.

But he could bring things from his own world to the game world too. That meant he could bring his javelin or BT into the game world and then complete missions, but the system had already said that if he did that, his evaluation would drop. Thus, for now, he didn't have any thoughts like that.

Plus, he wasn't sure if his toys would even be helpful. Because the game he had been given to play was God of War. No, not the old one, but the one that started in the Nine Realms. And as expected, this game world was set in "Give Me God of War" difficulty.

The highest difficulty. Liam wouldn't admit it, but the difficulty gave him chills because he knew for sure that this difficulty would stump him. He had played as a human being, he had played as a wizard, but never as a god.

And he knew that new skills would often come with challenges, thus he was also mentally steadying himself for an arduous journey. Tonight, he had decided to take the first step.

[Welcome back, host.]

The system seemed to be teasing Liam for not using it for over a month. Liam didn't bother with that attitude and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw himself standing in front of the tree. He took a few steps forward and then looked at his reflection in the clear, flowing river.

The face staring back wasn't his own. It was older—weathered by war and time. A thick beard framed his jaw, streaked with white like frost clinging to the branches of the ancient tree before him. He touched the huge scar on his chest, the gift from Zeus, his father. He felt like he could see all the memories of his past—living and breathing.

His muscles felt heavier and much denser. His hands flexed instinctively, and he felt the raw strength coursing through his veins. This wasn't just a body—it was a vessel of power, tempered by rage and loss.

Yet, beneath the overwhelming might, there was something else—a quiet, almost solemn burden. A lifetime of war, of regrets buried beneath the surface. The feeling was alien to him. Liam had carried responsibility before, but nothing like this. This was different. This was the weight of a god.

He slowly walked back to the huge tree that he was supposed to cut down with his axe. He checked the Leviathan Axe that he was carrying and then used the same axe to chop at the tree. The first movement felt like his brain and muscles didn't connect at all.

He was new to this body, so the first time was always the hardest. It would take him time to get used to it. The system had strictly told him to follow the script, just like last time. He was allowed to interact, for sure, and even make friends, but he could only progress in the story if he followed the script, which the system always helped with—prompts and even dialogue boxes.

Nothing changed this time either.

He was finally able to chop down the tree, but in doing so, the cloth wraps on his hands fell off a bit. By this time, his son had returned.

"I found them," he said.

"Get to the boat, BOY," Liam said, as that was the only dialogue prompt. Atreus didn't question him further and went to the boat, while Liam looked at the log of wood.

"Time to test the truth," Liam thought as he decided to pull up the log. Just like last time, his muscles refused to coordinate.

"This is going to be a tough journey," Liam thought, as he couldn't imagine playing this game every day in Give Me God of War difficulty. Liam didn't immediately go to the boat but went into the forest to get a basic test of his strength.

He didn't stay in the God of War world for long and was back in his place. He went there to feel the world and also give himself a mental image of what he was going to face. It was night, so he was sleepy anyway. He had already advised Fury not to disturb him unless absolutely necessary.

And that too, with proper appointments.

And that was how his days went for the next few weeks.

Wake up. Have a healthy breakfast. Get to God of War. Train to the bone. Come back. Have lunch. Train again. Come back. Have dinner. Sleep. While he did all this, he had to visit Fury twice and help him control the new agents and low-lives who worked for SHIELD. Hydra had no inkling that their time was now very limited.

"Mom, I will drop out of school."

Liam dropped the bomb after he returned from the 'internship.' It was like a nuclear explosion going off at home. Though Mason wasn't bothered, Olivia wasn't happy at all. Liam did so after spending a few weeks in the God of War game. Unlike last time, the system wasn't helping him with his mental fatigue and was only concerned with his physical one.

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