King：God of War

Author: Vega

Chapter 1: Return

Words : 2837 Updated : Dec 20th, 2023

On a stealth private jet, a young man sat upright, dressed in a military uniform adorned with stars. His deep eyes gazed out the window, exuding an air of dominance. Despite his youthful appearance, his expression bore the weight of experiences far beyond his years. Six years ago, he had been plucked from among the prisoners for a secret training program due to his extraordinary abilities. In just those few years, he had accomplished the impossible. Now, he commanded the forces of both the northern and southern regions of Haverville, earning the title of the Overlord. He was the youngest and most accomplished marshal in history. His name was Fanix Edwards, a legendary figure whose word was law. With a single command, he could secure victory in any endeavor. But today, Fanix was about to do something that would shock anyone who knew him. "Aila, what did you uncover in the investigation?" he asked, his voice calm yet authoritative. A young woman, sharp in her military uniform bearing a general's insignia, stood at his side. "We've located them. But must you go in person? These insignificant people aren't worth your time. Just say the word, and I can have them destroyed immediately." A cold smile tugged at Fanix's lips, his eyes flashing with lethal intent. Six years ago, on the night of his wedding, he had been framed—accused of murder and drug possession. The evidence had been overwhelming, and it led to a life sentence. The memory of his wife's tearful eyes as he was taken away haunted him. She had been pregnant at the time, her eyes filled with sadness, anger, and doubt. He often dreamt of returning home, reuniting with his wife and child, and living the peaceful life they had once envisioned. But some matters needed to be settled personally. "It's time," he muttered, determination set in his tone. As the jet touched down, Fanix found himself standing before an old house. Memories flooded back. This was the place where he had grown up, the first real home he knew after being adopted from the orphanage. But something was different—the house was decorated, and inside, it seemed a celebration was taking place. Outside, a man sat alone, nursing a drink. His forehead was deeply lined, and his hair had turned gray, a stark contrast to the festive atmosphere around him. He looked lost in his own sorrow. "Don't drink so much. You should take care of yourself now that you're getting older," Fanix said gently. "My alcohol tolerance is high..." the man muttered, looking up. As his eyes met Fanix's, he froze, disbelief washing over him. For a moment, he thought his longing had conjured a vision. But as he pinched himself, the reality sank in—his son had returned. The man before him was his son, the one he had longed for all these years. Despite being adopted, their bond had always been unbreakable. "You brat! You finally came back! I missed you so much! Let me take a look at you," Verruckt Edwards exclaimed, his eyes welling with tears as he touched Fanix's broad chest and solid muscles. "Good, good, you're looking great." Verruckt had endured endless coldness and ridicule since Fanix was taken away, but he had never doubted his son's character for a moment. "Honey, come see who's back!" Verruckt called out, pulling Fanix into the house. The festive atmosphere continued, with tables laden with food and drink, surrounded by relatives and friends. Fanix looked around, puzzled by the scene before him. "Your sister, Faela, is getting married soon. Today, her fiancé came to deliver gifts, and your mother insisted on inviting everyone over to show off. You know I don't care for crowds, so..." Verruckt trailed off, awkwardly. Fanix was taken aback. His gaze searched for Faela Edwards. Six years ago, when he had left, she had been just a young girl. Now, she had grown into a beautiful woman. At that moment, Faela spotted Fanix. She opened her mouth to speak but hesitated. "This is a joyous occasion worth celebrating," Fanix said calmly, though memories began to surface. Faela had always been attached to him, following him everywhere. On his wedding day, he remembered her crying in her room, refusing to come out. And then there was the look in her eyes when he had been arrested. "Hey, I brought you a little gift to congratulate you," Fanix said, reaching into his bag. But just as he did, he felt a forceful push. Instincts honed from years on the battlefield made him ready to retaliate, but he stopped when he saw the angry face of his adoptive mother, Keira Zayne, glaring at him with resentment. "Mom, I'm back," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "How did you get out so soon? Weren't you sentenced to life? Did you escape from prison?" Keira's voice was cold, devoid of the joy and excitement Fanix had hoped for. Not a single word of concern passed her lips, leaving him feeling a pang of disappointment and sorrow. Though she was his adoptive mother, Fanix had long regarded her as his real mother. Over the past few years, he had been protecting his country, unable to visit. He had imagined their reunion countless times, but never like this. "Mom, I didn't escape. I was discharged from the military..." "Don't call me mom! I don't have a son who brings disgrace to our family. How dare you come back? What military? You were in prison, and now you claim to be in the army? Verruckt, call someone and find out how he got out so early!" Keira snapped, her tone sharp and nervous. She backed away from Fanix as if he were contagious. The years of ridicule and scorn she had endured because of her adoptive son flooded her mind. People said she had raised a murderer, a criminal, and that she deserved all the misfortune that came with it. Because of this, she could never hold her head high in front of her family. They mocked her, saying she deserved it for adopting an ungrateful wretch and that raising an illegitimate child would have been better. Their family, once prosperous under the protection of the Edwards family, had been ostracized and bullied. The Edwards family believed Fanix had brought shame and dishonor to them, and they had driven the whole family out, forcing them to live in this rundown old house. Now, seeing Fanix, all her long-suppressed anger and humiliation erupted. "Get out of here! If you're a fugitive, we'll all be dragged down and suffer because of you." "Can you stop saying these things? Our son has finally returned. Don't you miss him?" Verruckt pleaded, holding onto Fanix, afraid his son would leave. "You're the one who misses him! You think about him all the time, calling his name when you're drunk. If it weren't for you losing your mind and insisting on adopting him, would this have happened? Would our family be suffering like this?" Keira was both ashamed and furious, stomping her feet in frustration. "Alright, I won't argue with you anymore. In any case, I trust our son. Son, you said you joined the military, right? Show us your credentials and prove it." Verruckt immediately started rummaging through Fanix's bag and found an unusual identification booklet. "It's real! Dad, look, what rank is my brother?" Faela's eyes lit up. Ever since childhood, she had admired soldiers, influenced by her grandpa, Jason Edwards. Although she initially didn't believe Fanix would commit murder, over the years, her faith had wavered as everyone around her was convinced he did it—even Keira. Despite trying to start a new life, Faela had never forgotten the brother she had loved so deeply. Fanix had always pampered her, someone she looked up to so much that she had once wished for a boyfriend just like him. Now, this ID seemed to reignite a glimmer of hope. "I have no idea what rank he is. Son, what rank are you? A squad leader or a platoon leader?" Verruckt scratched his head, unfamiliar with the symbols on the ID. "At the very least, he should be a squad leader. Fanix has been away for more than six years; by now, he should be." Faela smiled, her bright eyes filled with hope. "I've seen squad leader IDs before, and this doesn't look like one. You're probably a platoon leader, right?" Verruckt seemed somewhat proud and pleased. "I'm now a general who oversees other generals as well," Fanix said, standing tall and firm. "What nonsense are you talking about? A general? You sure are boastful, aren't you? I bet you're not even a soldier. Who knows where you got that fake ID from, trying to fool us," Keira said sarcastically, snatching the ID from him and barely giving it a glance. She hurriedly called out to the crowd behind her. "Frenetos, come take a look. You're knowledgeable. Tell us what this is." Fanix followed everyone's gaze and locked eyes with a young man. The man was dressed in a fine suit, his demeanor proud, holding a handkerchief to his nose with an expression of irritation. This was Faela's fiancé, Frenetos Dean. The Dean family was one of the prominent families in Norston, highly respected and wealthy. In his eyes, this group of people was utterly vulgar and annoying, especially the shrill voice of his future mother-in-law, Keira, as she tried to curry favor with him. It disgusted him. The return of Fanix, who had a tainted reputation, only added to his chagrin. Frenetos felt he had already done a favor for Faela's family by taking an interest in her. He had agreed to the engagement largely due to his family's insistence, as inheriting the family fortune required him to have a partner. Besides, Faela was the most beautiful among all the women he knew. "Bring it here, let me see," Frenetos said dismissively, not even bothering to stand up. Keira hurried over and handed him the ID. He barely glanced at it, failing to recognize its extraordinary significance. It represented an achievement that many would never reach in a lifetime of military service. But in his arrogance, Frenetos didn't even try to understand. "It's fake. You can tell it's a counterfeit at a glance. A few bucks is all it takes to get one made. You people really don't know anything." With that, Frenetos casually tossed the ID onto the ground.

King：God of War

Chapter 1: Return

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