Chapter 0: Introduction

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Hello I am Chayen de liberte.

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On Earth

Chapter 0: Introduction

               "Just one more turn......."

 

               I said in a sleepy tone before dragging the mouse with a shaking hand, like a person with low blood sugar symptoms. Clicking on the blue button in the right corner bottom of the screen to finish my turn.

 

               If you ask me what I am doing right now, I can only say that I'm playing a game ....... Yes, playing "that" game. Since it is the first day of the New year's holiday, I have a lot of free time to play games with my friends throughout the day. Yet if you ask me why I'm in such a deadly state, the reason is ...........

 

               "Hey, Arun!! this is already the three hundredth turn. I think we should stop now."

 

TL. Arun is a Thai name that means sunrise.

 

 

               The person who spoke back in a voice as sleepy as me is Win, my best friend talking with us through an application with an S in its logo. Nowadays, everything is convenient; you don't need to be in the noisy game shop and shouting at each other to make them hear you. You can simply stay at your own house and enjoy your speech fights remotely.

 

               "Come on. Win, give me just another ten turns. After that, you can save and close the game."

 

               "As if!! You keep asking for another ten turns since the hundredth turn."

 

               Well, that is true. My previous sentence has already been spoken a few ten times, but...... oh well, what can be complaining when I have people agreeing to continue playing like this.

 

               "Calm down Win. Just another five turns I will blow up Chris's city. So, just wait until I annex his city, and then you can save the game."

 

               "Piss off!! Twenty turns ago, you said this and robbed my New York City. didn't you, Art?"

 

               "Well, well, just shut up, both of you. Why are you guys keep waging wars? I have seen you fighting from the Middle ages to World War. Really ask, what are you guys up to?"

 

               "What I can do about it since Chris's territory has so many resources and tempt me to get it. If I keep being silent, that will be a shame to the name of the great Japanese army."

 

               "Damn it, if only my starting point has iron, you would see my knight army since that era."

 

 

               I can only laugh at 2 of my friends who are arguing with each other. The first one is Art, who is playing Japan, which came from random selection and enjoys invading other people. On the other side, the person who is complaining is Chris or his full name it is Christopher. This guy is mixed-race; he is not only a good-looking guy but also smart. Most importantly, he is a top student of the class. He always sits in front of the room, which is the opposite of the dear friend Art, always sleeping at the back of the class. But it's just a temporary friend, why? Because he is more handsome than me. My face looks the most normal among my friends, **Sniff sniff**, feeling depressed while speaking about it.

 

               They are arguing is a general matter of this game, bombing the other's city and then annex it; otherwise, they raze it down to ash to reduce the enemy's power. However, I don't know why but both always staying near each other. The moment one of them knows that the other person is close to himself, he will always wage war for whatever reason. But if one person starting point or randomly gets a war-based nation, that will form a millennial war.

 

               "You guys are really nonsense. Focusing only on war. That's really ridiculous."

Win complained, frustratedly.

 

               It is not really weird for him to ask; since the beginning of the game, over seventy percent of talking were these two bastards.

 

               "You can say like that because you got Brazil which is a culture-based nation. ..... Wait a minute—you bastard. Your culture almost dominates my culture already.

 

               "Huh, it's too late, Art. The one who only knows about war like you always end up like this. Do not support knowledge and culture. You are unculture. Uncivilized. Babariannnnnn"

 

               "Ouch, no, you cunning bastard. Once I finish Chris, I will definitely deal with you, Win."

 

               When he finished speaking, I see half of his fleet move in Win's direction. Man, lets me guess, within three or four turns, there would be a Japanese-Brazilian war.

 

               In any case, I have bragging for a long time. Thinking about it, I still haven't mentioned the game we are playing here. Everyone, the game that we are sleepily and suffering playing is Civilizati** X.

 

               To explain what the game is like, it is a game to build your civilization prosperous and fight with others. With technology, culture, or war is up to you. The game format is simple turn-based, and because it is turn-based, it earned the nickname of one of the most soul-sucking games.

 

               How is can your soul being sucked? When we started the game, I can remember that I just finished dinner.  Looking out at that moment, the sky was still orange. However, looking out to the sky right now, I can still see the sun........... but the sky, why does the color turn into blue?

 

               "Well, after the next turn I will stop then. I can't stand this anymore. I'm sleepy."

Suddenly, Win spoke up and made those two guys that fighting each other excitingly protest. However, since Win is the host so we can only accept it. Speaking of truth, I also want to sleep right now, too, after playing the game all night long like this.

 

               "Oh, okay, and then split up."

 

               "So, let's meet up again tomorrow. I will sleep first because today I have a party in the afternoon."

 

               "Got a chance and run away, Chris, it's......."

 

               **Phrub**

 

               It seems like I saw someone get kicked out of the call room.

 

               "How about you, Arun, will you go now?"

 

               It seems like Chris, who is the host of the call room, kicked Art out of the call. After that, he asked me in a very different tone when talking to Art. If you ask me what my relationship with this guy is, I will say we are very close since childhood. Our parents were known to each other. As for Art and Chris, well, I don't need to say because it is obvious. Of course, they are frenemy.

 

               "I probably sleep. Luckily, today I don't have a cram school after this. I probably have a long sleep ...yawning ... good luck friend."

 

               "Well, good luck."

 

               Win spoke out carelessly. As for me, I yawned before saying goodbye to the two left in the room and managed to press the red button. Then drag my body away from the computer without forgetting to turn it off before dropping into bed.

 

               "Ouch, That's crazy. Even though I already know from the start that playing this damn game will make you time-travel to the future. I still play it again."

 

               I said, murmuring to myself and covered myself with a blanket before dropping into a dream.

 

               Oh, I just realized I still haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Arun. It's also my nickname, but my friend usually calls me Roon. I'm not an intelligent person, just an average. My family is in the upper-middle class, so my parent can effort private school tuition fees. My laziness, plus having a fantastic best friend that allows me to copy his homework, that makes my laziness skyrocket through the ceiling. In the end, my grade came out around 3 in the early. In a nutshell, I'm an average high school student that you can find anywhere.

 

TL. Thai grade system will start with 0 and max at 4. If you are not that bad, your grade will not be below 3.

 

               As for the outlook, like what I complained about earlier, even though my face is enough to go to the public and it looks a bit better than the standard, it never shines because it is obscured by my friends' handsomeness...... What can I do about it? Like Win looks like a handsome hot temper. For Chris, a stylish rich dude. As for Art, a good-looking with a good sense of humor....... even though his mouth is a bit ... provocative. As a result, it seems like I became a plus, so sad when walking with these guys.

 

               "Hmm. So, it's sad, but thank you for introducing yourself."

 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

               Suddenly, while I was introducing myself, there was a sound of an unknown person. The sound came undirected. It seemed to come in like a resonant sound, like the sound echoed in the bathroom.

 

               "The way you say it sounds terrible."

 

               Wait! If the sound is next to me like this, that means someone is already in my room. It doesn't sound like my dad's voice either. This means............

 

               "A theifffff !!!!!!!"

 

               I suddenly bounced myself out of bed and starting to find something to throw into the thief's face, but I found nothing.

 

               That's right, nothing.

 

               Really, nothing but the bed I was lying in.

As for the surrounding appears to be white, similar to some random stupid scene in the manga that the artist is too lazy to paint.

 

               "You are wrong, I am God."

 

               "That's too repetitive !!!!"

 

               I don't know why I suddenly argue back. In fact, it should be a more complicated situation, but, damn it, this joke really repeats.

 

               This kind of meeting with God perhaps comes with a line to tell you to reincarnate and doing something like the plot of the general Isekai novel for sure.

 

               "Excuse me that it seems repetitive but to say it is a reincarnation is not exactly right."

 

               The self-proclaimed God is right in front of me. He is considered a handsome man. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and face structure look as beautiful as the best sculptures of an artist in history. That's very suitable for modeling or performing a drama. Plus, another one which is singer, because his previous tone is attractive.

 

               "Not, right? How?"

 

               I don't know why but I can intimately interact with the person in front of me.

 

               "Because I am God."

 

               Hey, don't read my mind. In any case, you have read my mind since earlier. How can you do this?

 

               "Because I am God."

 

               I told you not to read my mind.

 

               "Then you just say it."

 

               Am I being annoyed by God right now rightttt?

 

               "Well, perhaps"

 

               "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

 

               I screamed, freaking out. It's might also because of the lack of sleep since yesterday that makes me break easily. Usually, I'm not like this. I'm a very calm person.

 

               "Hey dude, stay cool. Do not be upset because of drowsy."

 

               Finished speaking, the self-proclaimed God walks up to me and touches my head with his hand. Suddenly, all my lethargy and hot temper disappeared wonderfully.

 

               "This is because I am God, so I can do this.

 

               I think the coolness of the mood will come back to the boil again with the previous sentence and his stirring face in front of me.

 

               "C'mon. Keep it cool. talking nonsense for so long. Let's get to the point."

 

               The God in front of me spoke in a good mood and raised both hands in the same manner as the people when telling others to calm down.

 

               "So, what's wrong, Mr. God? If you were to say that I'm dead and granted the right to be reincarnated, then I could use my wisdom to help my new happy family with the dreadful kingdom. Make it prosper and beat some random big empire. That plot is too repetitive. I think."

 

               It's like God in front of me will say something, but I was told to cover it up first. What can I do? A repetitive plot like this, I don't like it. Hey, plus one more thing...

 

               "Also, I definitely shouldn't be reborn. Since I didn't get hit by the goddamn Truck-kun and no soldier or foreign secret espionage was sent to kill me. If I remember it correctly, the last thing I do is just lie down on my bed. If I could die stupid while sleeping. The only thing left is the meteorite has fallen on my house.

 

               **Huff Huff **

 

               I get tired after keep talking.

 

               "That's right."

 

               Wait!!!!! Mr. God. Saying like this, don't tell me that...

 

               "As what you think. With your good fortune, your house was crush by a meteorite. Dude, that is a one in a million chance or might be less than that—such a delight.

 

               Delight my ass!! Are you going to say that I died stupidly like that? Are you lying? Tell me it's a lie.

 

               "Well, that's a lie."

 

               Anyone can hit the skull of this goddamn God in front of me with a bat. I won't be able to get it anymore. Even though I possess the most outstanding patience of high school students who do not sleep in Thai and social class. It's still not possible anymore.

 

               "Sorry, I will really get to the point now."

 

               God spoke while waving his hand faintly. With a laughing face without hiding it, acting like this, I am starting to think whether that guy truly God.

              

               "I heard it, but let's just say it. In fact, you are not dead yet, but the point is how lucky you were to be chosen by me to join this fun game. "

              

               "Game?"

 

               When the mood is cooling down, I started to speak in a gentle tone to God. Especially when I hear the word game. People of the same age will, of course, interest in it. Except for games that came from some psychopathic killers.

 

               "Yeah, a brilliant game that I could come up with. That's War of Gods."

 

               Eewww, the name sounds like an indie game that can't be sold at all.

 

               "I hear it. My naming sense is pretty cool, see? Once you hear the name you can guess immediately what kind of game it is."

 

               "What kind?"

 

               "Alas!! you are not following me a bit. Damn it, talk to you and it's real pain."

 

               Did you ask me first, who is more painful?

 

               "Let's explain a few things. Well, I created a new dimension, but I don't know what to do with it, like whether to let the people there using Qi or Magic or just pure science. What kind of intelligence race dominates the land? Like absurd Ape, human, beautiful elf, or cute Catfolk, something like that."

 

               "Then ...?"

I raise my eyebrows and ask.

 

               "As a result, I just stuffed all of them together in one place. What can you do about it? I just have too much creation power."

 

               That's a very irresponsible God.

 

               "According to the calculation, the result would be a big mess. That's why I think I need someone to guide them."

 

               "So, you need me to be a God leading people there. Is it right?"

 

               "Yes, that's right. You are also smart. Oh, is it because of the name of my game, right? After all my naming sense is the best. See?"

 

               In a very proud tone of self-esteem, God spoke in his akimbo posture with his chest stretched out in such a prideful way.

 

               Sigh~. After hearing that, I want to do a facepalm. Am I talking to God or a retar...... No, no, calm down, Arun, he can read my mind.

 

               "You know this well. Since I'm in a good mood today, I won't mind about it.

 

               Finished speaking, he waved his hand and made a stirring face for one time before turning back to standing in the rest position I had been practicing in the reserve force class.

 

TL. In Thailand, most Thai male high schoolers receive military training 4 hours a week.

 

               "So, what will you do? In conclusion, will you have me take the lead?"

          

               "Not really. Because aside from you, there are god representatives .... maybe it's easier to understand if I call them players. Ummm, something like that."

 

               God murmured for a moment, then turned up and continued.

 

               "Aside from you, there are also a lot of other players that I dragged into the game. Reputed to the game, after all, the more people participating the more fun, isn't it?"

 

               "That's true."

 

               "Okay, so let's explain the rules right now."

 

               Then God held up one finger to his side, like the presenter, selling something.

 

               "Wait a minute."

 

               "What's the matter?"

 

               God raised his eyebrows, wondering, without any frustration after I interrupted him.

 

               "First of all, I have something to ask."

 

               I asked what has been in my mind since God spoke about his game.

 

               "Go ahead, if you can answer, I will answer."

 

               "Well, About the selection of participants in your game. You are choosing people from what criteria? Talent, wisdom, ... or..."

 

               Speaking to this point, I have a lot of hope. Maybe I might possess a hidden ability; that's why I become a chosen one like this.

 

               "Oh, about that. I choose people by..."

 

               He went silent and made a severe face, making me thrill as well.

 

               "Using a program to random people from Civil registration.

 

               Aaaaaaaaaa, I want to dip my head in the toilet to death.

Senior God appear, On the heaven, Legend of the god of light,

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