Chapter 2: The First Round

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Today's the day for Genesis to begin.

The afternoon sun shone onto the arena, crowded with trillions of spectators from across the realms. Gods, humans, angels, demons, and even animals were curious to watch the most anticipated event of the entire realm of existence.

This also includes the souls of humans who are long deceased, since they will be damned to Tartarus along with the rest of humanity if their creators were to prevail. It's necessary for them to witness this grand and historic event.

The arena was located in the highest planes of heaven and was used for events like gladiator fights, godly sports events, football matches (yes, gods do enjoy modern-day sports from time to time), and currently, the battles that will determine whether humanity lives or perishes. The arena was massive enough to hold trillions of spectators; the entire arena was enchanted with magic so that even the furthest of onlookers could witness the events down on the stadium.

The stadium below was as large as a football field and had a flat, sandy floor. The seats for the spectators were soft and generated cool temperatures for comfort. Rectangular mini tables were arranged in front of the seats for spectators to place their food and drinks. The divine audience was exuberant and thrilled; they couldn't wait to see humanity humiliated and swiftly defeated. And wanting to prove Michael wrong about them fearing mankind.

Humanity, on the other hand, was anxious and afraid. For the next thirteen days, their fates will be decided through the battles between man and god. All of mankind knew that if they were to lose, they'd be denied the ability to live. They trembled and sweated buckets even when sitting on the cool seats. Every human has the same thought in mind:

They have to win. For the sake of their survival, they need to win Genesis.

In the VIP section located at the top of the arena, the chief gods sat in luxurious seats, enjoying the comfort and relaxing air from the air conditioning. On the circular table, there were varieties of candy and sweets for the gods and sapient teapots to serve them tea and other beverages. The chief gods chattered and laughed, confident in their chosen fighters. Zeus can't wait to see the smile on Michael's face crumble into despair when they beat his representatives.

Just below the VIP section, there was another box for the gods of higher positions. While it lacks the air conditioning of the VIP section, it is still more luxurious than the standard seats. Inside, the Greek god of wine, Dionysus, the Egyptian goddess of fertility, Hathor, and the Celtic god of the sun, Lugh, sat on their beach seats, with trays of food next to them.

But unlike the chief gods and many others, Dionysus and Lugh weren't as pleased. Their names are not on the list of God's Fighters, so they don't have the opportunity to fight on the arena itself.

"This is blasphemous." Lugh hissed. "Why am I not in there?!" Furious, he swiped his tray of food with his spear, Gae Assail, causing the delicacies to tumble onto the floor. To vent more of his anger, he kicked his seat and pouted like a spoiled child.

"Lugh. You made a mess. And you're right." Dionysus sighed. "I'm one of the Twelve Olympians; why did Father choose me as one of the fighters?"

"What are you going to do?" Hathor teased. "Spill wine on your foes and make them drunk."

A vein popped from Dionysus's forehead at this insult, first by calling him a drunkard, and now she's insulting his powers?! He can't catch a break. "Well, I don't see you having the capabilities of combat." He countered. Hathor's smile faded, and she turned away from him and his harsh truth.

On the other side of the arena, there was another VIP section. This one is reserved for the archangels. Michael and Gabriel sat in their seats, facing the arena below. Unlike the gods, they had servants dressed in armour to serve the two drinks and food. Michael snapped his fingers, and the window in front of them opened itself, allowing the two to hear the sounds of the arena's stadium.

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