God Of War: Gacha System

The magic arrows quickly traveled to me, even when I dodged them, they exploded behind me, forcing me to teleport away.

Out of the 15 people in the air, 7 charged their attacks while 7 attacked me, and the remaining soldier attacked me at every point. In this way, they made sure I had no moment of breath.

"Mirror Magic: Reflect Ray" One of my many mirrors pointed toward one of the soldiers, but he moved out of the way quickly.

He wasn't the only one moving, but every Barbarian was flying their mount with me as the center, making a circle where I was in the center.

"That would be a valid strategy if I didn't have my spider sense, of course" I said, dodging an arrow that approached too close to comfort.

"Even if I didn't have it, what are they going to do against my teleports?" I said, shooting a soldier. It didn't hit him, but it hit his beast, making him fall quickly.

Without saying anything more, I hipfired towards the general area of the mages, getting a few in the process.

"Four down, some more to go" I said, not even bothering to count them.

They aren't all that bad, I'm just too strong for armies and I didn't know that. But my reflexes are faster than whatever magic they can conjure, their bodies can't resist the bullets my toy shoots, and even if they were to hit me, the armor will protect me.

This isn't a fair battle, but I never wanted one to begin with.

Shooting some more enemies or their mounts, soon only one was left in the air.

"Long live-" He tried to say, but I shot him

"Dude, I don't think that's a phrase you can say yet" Mind the setting, y'know?

But as I stood on one of the mirrors I had created, I heard something and looked down.

"Whoa..."

The barbarians were looking up at our fight after killing any other surviving Spartans, they had seen all of the beast riders die, so they readied their arrows while their mages cast a big spell to throw at me. A round and big spell.

"Huh... AOE attack" At this point, I was saying the first thing that came to my mind, without thinking. 

Without time to think.

When my ¨teammates¨ realized what was happening, they decided to separate and hide in the tops of the tallest trees they could find.

The sphere was rapidly growing and now was able to reach the middle of the tall trees around us, so at least 50 meters in height.

"I really need to learn how to fly, or get a flying character" I lamented.

"Welp, time to go down" Obviously, I couldn't withstand an attack of that magnitude, so I had to fall to the ground and kill the barbarians stealthily.

I'm sure they think I can't fall so fast, but I don't need to fall when I can teleport.

Summoning a chain of mirrors, I teleported down and hid in between the small trees, taking advantage of the darkness that the tall ones gave me.

Using the godly energy enveloping my body, I turned my book and me invisible and sneaked around the forest, making sure that I made no sound.

"Where is he!?"

"Is he dead?"

"Did he fall?!"

"Watch out for anything suspicious!"

Taking a page from Nathan Drake's book, I grabbed the mouth of someone and killed them while they were looking away from me, leaving the body in the high grass.

I repeated this process until the area was relatively clear, but there were hundreds of barbarians scattered on the ground, and I would no doubt have been discovered if I didn't have invisibility.

The mages still have their spell up, so I'll need to sneak until they have it down.

"Endure this, the reinforcement is coming" I heard someone tell the mages.

'Not good' Hearing this, a small sensation of dread crept up to my mind.

Even if the mages destroy their spell, the reinforcement will come immediately after that. So change of plans, I need to kill the mages. That could cause the other barbarians to run, but I don't feel good about these reinforcements, so I need to eliminate the most dangerous factor right now.

'Alright, I have a plan' I devised a rather basic, but effective plan in my mind.

I don't know if my invisibility will affect my summoned mirrors, so I'll need to do it fast.

'Three...' In my mind, I made the image of the mirrors appearing and blasting the mages with rays.

'Two' My godly mana was running low..

'One' I pointed my gun towards them, just in case one escaped.

"Mirror Magic: Reflect Refrain" I said, catching the attention of some, but leaving them confused since I still was invisible.

More than a dozen mirrors appeared around the group of mages sustaining the sphere of pure magic and they fired before the mages could say something.

"What!?" "Enemy!" "Where!?"

As the mages died, my godly mana began to waver and the barbarians doubled their efforts on finding me.

I, on the other hand, decided into a better position for aiming my weapon.

The Toy Soldier is a really good rifle, it has auto aim, no recoil, no need for ammo, fast speed, and many other perks.

With my gun, this group of barbarians went down easily, unfortunately, the distinct lack of people in this area alerted everyone else and had them converging at this exact point.

"He's in the branches!" I heard someone from afar. My invisibility had run out at some point.

Now that there are no mages, nothing can realistically harm me. So I can go wild with this.

"I remember gacha told me that I get things similar to me, I wonder if I kill the whole army of barbarians I'd get someone who has soloed an army by himself" I wouldn't mind a Madara card, or a Darth Vader card, or a Rimuru card, or a Kaido card...

"Charge!" Not caring about my comments, the barbarians rushed to me in bunches, none remained behind to shoot arrows in case they hit one of their comrades.

Staring at the army in front of me, I put on my Spider helmet, took out the spider legs, threw the toy soldier into my inventory, and created gauntlets and greaves of white ice. Imitating the Beowulf from the Devil May Cry series. These looked like the ones from the third game to be precise.

I would have made a sword, but I'm not too proficient in using it and it could break, plus, I wouldn't be able to repair it if it goes more than 30 cm away from me.

Slowly advancing, I made my way to the multitude, once they were close enough. I ran towards the angry army with my arms back and punched the first one that attacked me.

The crowd slowly surrounded me as my hands and feet pierced and slashed through the flesh easily, the helmet's HUD made all of this look like a realistic movie, but a movie nonetheless.

They threw small knives in attempts to defend themselves, they slashed their swords and spears, they started knocking arrows in their bows... Nothing worked as they slowly went down one by one, some of them had magic enough to use it and reinforce their bodies and weapons, but they went down like the rest did.

I let my body move by instinct but soon enough, my stamina began to wear down. I kept on fighting, but the army was more vast than I thought.

When I was about to get overwhelmed by the amount of enemies, I would jump to a small tree and jump to a less populated area.

Slowly, I destroyed the whole army. My adrenaline had long faded away and my body kept moving as if it was more machine than human. 

My face showcased no emotion as I broke the bones and muscles of my enemies. Not knowing of the thoughts of those same enemies.

"This is probably the-...Huh?"

My spider-sense warned me of any attack that came to me, but the sense slowly faded away, I turned around to look at the remaining soldiers and saw a vast minority.

Panting, I retracted my helmet and innocently asked "What's wrong? Wasn't this a war?" as if I was talking about a show that stopped suddenly.

It was too quiet for it, no sound could be heard, no sound of flesh being hit, pierced, cut, no sound that even allured at the possibility of human existence around us. Only the midday sun passed through some leaves and let me see their faces.

Everyone just stood still, looking at me with no thought behind their eyes, looking at me like they were little children who didn't know what else to do.

I never stopped myself to think, did they know something else?

Once my question hit them, they screamed.

They screamed in many ways, I didn't know how diverse a scream could be until I heard this cacophony of pleas for help.

They screamed with anger, they screamed with hopelessness, they screamed with insanity, they screamed because it was the only thing they could do, that they knew to do now, or, on the contrary, they screamed because they didn't know what to do.

They screamed with fear.

All of them turned back and started to run.

They left their bows, their swords, their spears, their shields, and even armors.

They left me alone.

Alone in this bloody mountain of corpses.

Alone surrounded by the silence.

Alone without anything to do but be consumed by my thoughts...

"Why...? What...?" My doubts started, with more bafflement than anything in my voice. 

I looked at my hands.

Covered by the gauntlets, I undid them and the blood fell to them.

My hands.

My hands were dirty.

So dirty.

So nasty they were.

"..." As I said earlier, I was panting like a dog, and my intrusive thoughts weren't making this experience any better.

*Gulp*

"What do I do now...?"

As the sun illuminated the single tear falling from my eye, something inside of me told me that I would receive the answer to that soon enough.

...

...

...

I teleported to the middle of the sky, right up from where the mana sphere was held before I...

"Well, no use running away right now" I gave myself some courage to finish my thoughts.

...killed them and summoned more mirrors to beam rays upward.

My body felt limp, even after I stopped doing anything but staring at my hands and hyperventilating for 10 minutes.

While I wasn't panicking, the dread of my actions was slowly setting in, along with my incredible fatigue. 

I had no energy for anything. I just wanted to go home.

Standing in one of my mirrors, I waited until one of the leaders of my army came forward.

"Identify yourself" He said, managing to swallow his nervousness.

Well, if I was a Spartan soldier who just saw a kid kill a whole army of barbarians with mirrors, unknown weapons, and an unknown armor, then I would probably be scared too.

"I'm... Kratos of Sparta and I have warded off the Barbarian army" I answered his question looking him straight in the eye.

Is this a good way of showing my cooperation but refusing to accept subordination? I don't know, I'm not in the mood to play.

"..." He doesn't answer.

"Most of the barbarian army is dead, the only ones left are escaping towards the southwest" It appears he's thinking about what to do next, so I'm giving him a rundown "It wouldn't be useful to kill them, but we can follow them to see where they lead us" I tell him, looking at the paths where the barbarians stopped by.

"...Two of us will go, the rest will head back with the remains of our army" He concluded, seeing as how he was the only one to approach me and was able to make such decisions, he was probably the one who had the highest authority among the 5.

My displays of power let me act rashly and slightly disrespectful, but not outright defiant, so I agreed with his orders, I would have done so even if he had screamed at me to do so. As I said, I'm tired, too tired.

He showed me where his remaining comrades were after they stopped hiding from the mages, we greeted each other casually and he ordered two of them to follow the barbarians, the rest of us would go home.

Walking here took various hours, but we set out from Sparta so early in the morning that I could have confused it with the night. 

Now that there were no trees and the sun was up, I could slightly estimate the sun by using my fingers as measurements.

"Around 3 pm"

If I woke up at 5 am, then it has been 10 hours since we parted from Sparta, let's say that the travel here took half of that, and I get the result that in just 5 hours I killed more people than the average human ever did.

"Well, of my world" I said, my voice muffled and lackluster.

The walk back to Sparta was uneventful.

I would have liked to say that, I hoped I would say that, and I wish I could have said that.

Just as we entered the mountain range that acted as Sparta's natural defense, My spider sense warned me of an arrow aiming directly to my neck.

Turning around, I catch it with both hands and look that some arrows were fired at my comrades too.

My traveling companions proved to be no slouch either, as when the arrows got close to them, they either block them with their shields or move out of the way.

Everyone turns to look at where the arrows came from, but only the rocky surface of the mountains, stones, and several small pieces of flora were to be seen.

No trace of mana was present too, so they were just good at stealth.

"I'm not in the mood for this... Helmet" I mumbled and the helmet that I had off put itself back on my head, I willed it to identify any life forces in that general direction.

Nothing came up.

"That's new..." While amazed, I didn't doubt the capabilities of my armor in the slightest.

This armor was made by Tony Stark, one of the smartest people on earth and someone who comes to mind when you think about the smartest fiction guys, of course, you probably aren't right, but even being nominated has some worth.

But still, one of the smartest humans, so I don't think anything in this not-so-technological world can fool his technology.

An arrow cuts through the air and I grab it once again.

"Stick together and search for the enemy!" I think those aren't mutually compatible options.

Not caring about his orders, I kept looking around for any life signal.

"They're fast enough to evade my sight, or they are teleporting, either way, I just need some focus..."

I stood still as I focused on sensing everything around me, not hard considering I was already tired from everything and wanted nothing else but throwing myself in my bed, which, wasn't actually a bed.

Closing my eyes, I sensed the small things around me, the sounds of birds, the movements of the wind, the small leaves that flew with it... An arrow being knocked...

"Got you" Suddenly, my head snapped towards the direction of the sound, and I ran towards it.

It was only 120 meters away from my position, so in less than 10 seconds I was already in front of the archer, who didn't have any time to react before I threw a punch towards him.

My actions today have been stupid, and this one was no different, as instead of blasting him with my Mirror Magic, I just punched him.

Proving how dumb my actions were, suddenly the archer disappeared, dodging the punch.

I faintly saw something move at high speeds before he did, so I looked around for an answer. The archer was hidden behind a small rock in the mountainside, above the path we were walking in. So no answer was provided to me.

My spider-sense, saving my ass as usual, alerted me of something, but I didn't have time to do anything but summon some minor ice gauntlets and protect my chest before something cylinder shap'ed suddenly clashed with my chest.

I was sent flying down the mountain I escalated, hitting various rocks in the way and only stopping when my body hit the hard ground.

Suddenly, in front of me, a figure in leather armor appeared, the only way for me to discern his motif was the huge hammer whose head part was as big as my torso. 

He had thrown me on the same path we were ambushed in. 

By the way, it wasn't 'we' anymore, but me only, as the other 5 Spartans had disappeared from my sight, leaving me alone for now.

If I hadn't heard some screams in the distance, I would have thought they abandoned me, still, the fact that they left me the strongest means that either they wanted me to die or test me.

I shouldn't be thinking about them, though, I should be thinking about me.

Because the guy who threw me off just jumped.

And landed in front of me, causing us to have a standoff the same way cowboys would have.

We stood facing each other, more than 30 meters separated us, but I could see him completely.

Standing with a hammer as tall as him and whose head was big enough to crush me with a swing, the man dressed in the animal hide clothing that characterized all the barbarians I had fought with.

The main garment is a reddish-brown sleeveless tunic, coarse and rough in appearance. Over the tunic, he wears a piece of lighter cloth or skin, a cape or some sort of stole, adorned with what appears to be a chain or filament of beads and shells, hanging around his neck.

He wears a kind of metal mesh belt that peeks out from under his tunic. His legs are covered with pieces of leather that look like boots or dark brown leggings that reach his calves.

All in all, he fits exactly the standard model of barbarian that could appear in god of war. Moreso when you think that the only barbarian we properly see is the king.

"What is your name? I don't want to refer to you as ¨He¨ or any other personal pronouns" I ask him, making time to weigh my options and examine his weaknesses, to not real avail.

Just by seeing him, I knew that he would be the real fight in the war. No tricks or shortcuts like will save me from him. He was the reason why my spider-sense was tingling before the war(Once again, doesn't that make it some sort of precognition?).

That means he won't fall to my bullets, to my magic barrage, or any other thing I used to get rid of the barbarians quickly.

"...Beret" He answered me after a moment of hesitation.

Unusual name for a Greek world, but then again, the only other barbarian name we got was the king, which was... Alarik? I think...

"My name is Arian, and now that we got introductions off..." I left the rest unsaid as I let a coating of divine mana cover me and created gauntlets and greaves of ice. This time, I made them black and orange, similar to the ones from the fifth game, but with its orange parts more intense and brighter.

I put my hand behind me and made a show of taking a book out of nowhere, and threw it to the side of the road. This was my grimoire, and I wanted to do a surprise attack with it.

Nothing else was in my way when I wanted to fight, and this was really important, as my enemy required my undivided attention.

"Alright, Beret, I had a long day that feels incredibly surreal, and maybe that's the reason why I don't feel like too much of a piece of shit, yet, at least" I distracted him with my words, half because I wanted to find a weakness to explode and half because I didn't have anyone to tell this to.

"So, let's end now, after this I swear I will relax for the rest of my life" I never fulfill my vows either way, so that's that.

"..." He didn't answer, instinctually identifying that I was searching for his weak spot.

"In other words, as a certain murderous shinobi that had special eyes and world domination thoughts... "

"Do you want to dance too?"

The last clash ensued.

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A/N: Hey there.

I tried to make it as natural as I could, the battle scenes and the increasingly common crash-out scenes. I also tried to make the MC as mentally weak as I could without provoking people to call him a crybaby, although some people could still do that 

But killing an entire army of barbarians isn't good for the mental state of a 16 year old, the same way beating up 5 people that hated him isn't either.

Still, I'm confident that the people who call him weak-minded for being in a war will be minimal, or are the people who have never been affected with war level stress.

Like, at sixteen I suffered because of my exams, imagine a guy who got thrown into a different world where his family or the people he loves aren't there. MC is evading any thoughts of his family completely btw, just in case you were thinking I had forgotten that plot point. 

As I've already stated, he tends to run from his problems, mostly because he has no idea how to face them. Because as most teenagers do, he doesn't trust himself to make good decisions.

Anyway, I really should stop explaining thing, I did say that I wanted to make this story more of a comprehension based one. But I really love writing and explaining, I mean, have you read this? It's full of descriptions.

Before I ramble more; I hope you enjoyed the chapter, bye bye.