Chapter 1: When gods play, mortals die.

In a realm that could only be described as divine, two gods played a game of chess with pieces made from a lustrous divine metal. "Hoho, there goes your tower." One looked like an old man with long white hair and a well-kept beard. Everyone would say that he looked exactly as one would expect a stereotypical ‘God’ figure to appear.

"Mou...I fell for your trap right there, didn't I?" The other looked like an energetic and beautiful young woman in her twenties with rose gold hair and golden pupils. At first glance, one would say that she looked like the typical goddess of beauty or fertility, but the air around her suggested that she held equal standing to her chess partner.

"Yes, indeed you did." He said while caressing his beard and laughing a bit.

"No problem, I can still win. I just need a moment to rethink my strategy," the goddess gazed attentively at the chess board. She had less pieces than her opponent and he was already closing in on her king. Some might think that it was a hopeless match, but she still had that glimmer of hope in her eyes.

"So, how is your world? I heard that you were having some problems. If you want, I can give you some advice, you know?"

"Huh? No, I'm fine. They are just a little bit annoying, and they haven't been able to wake up, or create anything major, so I'm fine with letting them do their own thing.” She looked at one of the pieces,about to touch it but stopped herself at the last second. "I mean, I gave everyone the tools to defend themselves plus some extras. I even made it so they wouldn't grow old so quickly and so on. But what do they do instead of bettering themselves and reclaiming the strength they once had? They just sit down in their villages, cities, and such. Hoping that the time to defend what is theirs never comes. And now just a small fraction of the people are able to defend their land efficiently. It's only logical for them to keep losing...hmm...maybe here? No...no..."

The old man god looked at her with the same type of look a wise senior looks at their underclassman. Then he sighed and smiled. "I understand. After all, most of the people of my world fall into the same train of thought. It is surprisingly ironic how free will leads to the same path even in different worlds... But I think you should be a bit more hands-on with your world and guide it on a different path. Take it from someone who realized it far too late to do something about it."

The old man gave a glance to the ‘floor’, and it became a window that showed the world he created and supervised. It was filled with unnatural sounds, toxic clouds and poisonous substances filling the oceans. The people he created fought others for the wishes and greed of the few. But it wasn't as bad as it sounded. Those same people still found happiness in little material things and the feelings they evoked within them. He made a habit of watching said moments to make his work as the God of that world more bearable. And now he was watching one of those moments.

"Oh, yes, yes. I can win this,” the goddess murmured excitedly before continuing. “Besides, I already went hands-on a couple of times in this conflict, you know? I'm still figuring out if I should do it again or not since I don’t want to see them grow even weaker by relying on me too much. Oh well, we are gods, time is quite literally at our disposal."

The god, on the other hand, watched a man in his twenties come out of a store with a big bag on his hands and an even bigger smile. He had finally received the figure he bought with part of his pay.

"Just don't let that carefree attitude of yours get in the way."

"Yes, yes. Now, take this!"

"Wa-wait! Don't slam the piece on the board like that! The others might fall off and..." A pawn piece fell off the table just as he said that and rolled to the 'window', evading the hand of the god who tried to catch it.

"You are just mad because I made a comeback, fufufu~~."

Then both gods heard something that made them twitch. A noise that came from both far away and nearby.

"GAH!"

It came from the ‘window’ or,  more specifically, from the person it was focused on.

The god looked at the goddess reproachfully.

"Ooops?"

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“After six months of waiting! It’s finally in my hands! Yes!! My Royal Snow Lingerie Series special edition figure of BND’s sweetheart! Angelusia Draconis Edge Requiem! And she was worth every penny!! Can’t wait to put her in the altar with the others! Ahhh, I’m so happy that I want to shout it to the heavens! And I’m already doing it!”

But that’s enough because I’m afraid that if I do it any longer, someone might record me and get me in trouble. Fucking people hungry for views...but I bet I would look funny.

Now, you might be wondering who I am and why am I excitedly screaming in the middle of the sidewalk. Two very understandable questions which I’ll gladly answer.

As such, let me introduce myself. My name is Auros. I’m 24 years old, employed, and complete weeb. A very happy one at that, as you’ve no doubt noticed by now, heh.

And given the nature of my shouting, I think there’s no need to explain why, so instead of that…I’ll tell you all about my waifu! How does that sound? Cool, right?! Let’s do this!

As you can guess, Angelusia Edge Requiem comes from the JRPG-Visual Novel hybrid series turned mobile game, Bond of Nightly Destiny! She is a darker version of the main heroine from the first game and my waifu! And I am not ashamed to say it!

But that’s just the start! Let’s go deeper! INTO THE LOOOORE! She lost her holy sword and was forced into a corrupted appearance due to being cursed by the traitor that was her adopted son. Not only that, but she was also betrayed by her Knights and exiled from her kingdom with her body riddled with wounds. Wounds that forced her into suffering that brought her mind near its breaking point. And yet, she survived. She did so not out of a desire for revenge, but out of love and concern for her people. Thus, she returned to her Kingdom as a Dark Knight who protects its inhabitants with a cursed lance that is said to hold countless calamities within. And that’s not all! Her powers from the first game make a comeback too! Like the power to control storms and lightning!

Of course, as with any other visual novel, the player enters the stage after all this set up happens, transported again from their own world into hers, and meets her in the middle of one of her battles. Seeing her in this form, however, brings a pain you as a player of the first game never thought you would ever feel. She is your heroine from before, but not at the same time. Yet, you will still help her or even be a heretic and pick another route!

But in my case, why would I? She has it all! That glare that could kill you. That cool black and red armor. That seemingly evil lance. And that hoarse voice! My god, that voice! Her attitude towards the player too! And of course, THOSE BOOOOOOBS! They are perfect! A utopia! I would gladly give my life to see them up close and personal!

"Huh? What is—GAH?!”

To be continued...

Glossary Entry #1:

Waifu: A waifu boils down to a character one has a deep emotional investment in. This can even turn into a financial one if we enter the real of merch related with the character. Of course, there are levels, from people who only use the term as synonym for favorite character to...Auros levels that you will see in the next chapters!