The Mortal God of Olympus

Chapter 1- My Story Begins

The booming cracks of lightning strike resounded in my ears as I did my best to sleep through the storming night. It was hard, even though the sound of thunder was incredibly comfortable to me for some reason. And I knew this wasn't the case before. Before, I was just as wary about a lightning strike as any common man would be. Especially when I knew how close this lightening fell. I knew this fact was something important, but I couldn't care about it for now. Maybe being reborn just does that to you, or maybe it's a trait I've picked up in this life. I couldn't careless right now.

Can't really, when you are trying your best to sleep inside a mud-hut in the middle of a forest. Atleast my new mother wasn't bothered with it. She probably enjoyed it, considering the small smile on her face as she sat facing the opened door of our little hut.

With a finale sigh I gave up on the impossible task of going back to sleep and got up from my hay-made bed.

"Can't sleep?" My mother's tender voice reached my ears as I stretched my tiny 6 years old body.

I grunted absently in response, still a little sleepy, and shifted my attention to check my status instead.

Mikael

Age: 6

Tier: 1

Race: ?

Level: 60

?: 600/600

Stamina: (500/600)

Health: 570/570

Stats

Strength: 46

Speed: 81

Dexterity: 69

Endurance: 50

Constitution: 57

Mental: 31

Spirit: 60

Points: 30

Skills:

Combat–

Basic Spear-wielding (10/10)

Advanced Spear-wielding (5/10)

The status window was a small blue window that covered a small part of my eyesight completely. When I first saw this window as a baby, I had thought I'd been reincarnated as a gamer. However, over the course of 6 years I've come to realise it was nothing more than a glorified calculator. It didn't give me any perks, or gamer like abilities. If it gave me any experience for killing then i didn't know cause it never showed me. Neither did it give me a dungeon to experiment or grind my levels. It gave absolutely nothing except the basic skills of a gamer; The gamer's mind and body. Oh, and a single fucking point every 2 levels.

Which was why my progress was slow. Incredibly slow. The 60 levels I had right now? They meant absolute nothing due to my 'Tier 1' status. Every creature and every living being was given a pre-prescribed tier, and the difference between each tier was huge!

On top of that, my mother never let me handle any monsters no matter how much I beg, instead preferring me to learn spear-wielding. Thank god I had atleast some talent in that.

"Come here." My mother's gentle voice reached me again. Turning, I saw her patting the open muddy ground, inviting me to sit beside her. The cold muddy floor of our hut comforted me somewhat as I approached my mother. Or well, my mother in this life. Though I was already over my reincarnation status long ago. No point in thinking about subjects that didn't matter.

I took this moment to observe my mother. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful being I've ever laid my eyes on; with high cheekbones, luscious golden hair and the most striking violet eyes I've ever seen. I was 100% sure that she wasn't a human, there was just no way a woman like her existed without getting world-famous. Plus, there was another bigger reasons for my belief that she wasn't a human.