The Cursed Gamer, Book 3

316: That Time When I Became the King of a Dying World

Chapter 316: That Time When I Became the King of a Dying World

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[Nowhere]

Situated Outside the Cube, at the peak of the Prime Omniverse, this was the celestial dimension where Primal Gods dwelled.

The Lord of these Primal Gods was The Supreme God, he is the same being who was titled The Voidborn, The Primordial Deity—and he is also the same man who lost his daughter just a few days ago.

In the war that happened a few days ago, Neji Hado the Gamer had killed three hundred prime gods on his own. Along with them, he killed Fotia as well, the Fire Goddess of the Prime, the daughter of Voidborn.

As revenge, Voidborn had obliterated and annihilated the Gamer with a breath of fire, opposing one of the Class-2 Abstract Entity of the Cube in the process and endangering another all-out war against Cube. Though the war was avoided, and instead the said Abstract was punished to keep things suppressed, Voidborn was not satisfied at all with the result of things.

He began to search for the five females that the Gamer had managed to teleport away right before the war had started—Voidborn wanted them, along with any other person related to the Gamer, to die the worst possible death.

"My daughter," The Primordial God growled as he glared at the starry universe seen from the window he was standing beside. "I will avenge you, no matter what happens."

His cute little daughter who was once so kind was broken down and ruined by the 1st Gamer. But at the very least, she was alive—but this time, the 2nd Gamer didn't hold back, he killed Fotia.

Voidborn recalled how that rascal, the 1st Gamer, had threatened him before his death—that the next gamer would take revenge for him. That's exactly what had happened, and Primordial couldn't be more frustrated because of missing the chance to take down the 2nd while it was still possible.

"My King," a gentle voice suddenly said, but Voidborn didn't turn to respond. A second later, a hand fell on his shoulder, squeezing him gently, as the same voice spoke again. "I have a report from the search team."

That did make Voidborn turn his head to look at the woman beside him, who looked like a contrast to himself, with blazing red hair and pale-white skin, whereas he had white hair and red skin.

That was his wife, the mother of Fotia, the Goddess of Creation named Eurynome, she was as heartbroken as he was by their daughter's death.

"...Eury," Voidborn smiled for the first time in days, wrapping one of his hands around his wife's waist. "What is the report? Did they finally find someone?"

"No," Eury slowly shook her head. "Those five females seemed to have been teleported in a manner that messes with our search, possibly done by the Cube's Will. However, the news I have should cheer you up more."

Though the Primordial's mood soured once again when she spoke, her last line made him frown in expectation. What might be the thing that would cheer him up even in this situation?

"We have found signs that say the Gamer is alive and well," Eury said while his eyes widened. Eury watched as her husband's lips quivered, and before long a wide demonic grin was plastered on his face.

"He...hehaha." The Primordial God laughed. "Is that so? He survived after all of that, that little cockroach?"

"Do not be so hasty, my King," Eury squeezed his shoulder once again, trying to calm him down, as he stopped laughing and looked at her while trying his best not to glare. "Listen to what I have to say."

"...Speak, Eury."

"We mustn't kill him, at least not by your hands." Eury held both his shoulders with her hand to make him face towards her, smiling at his frown while she suggested her idea. "Let me handle him this time. As the Creation Goddess, I think I have a way to use him... and revive Fotia through his dead body."