Godslayer – Game of Gods Read Online J.A. Huss

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Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 144277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 721(@200wpm)___ 577(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
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Spark is light. Spark is power.
Spark is deadly.

Tyse never asked to play the Game of Gods, but Delta demands loyalty.

With Clara at his side, Tyse is thrust into a brutal world of augments—humans forged to serve and destroy. Each step forward pushes them closer to becoming something more—a force Clara can feel but doesn’t fully understand. A future that terrifies her as much as it draws her in.

Day by day, the man Clara pledged her loyalty to becomes more and more a stranger. But in the Game of Gods, survival demands sacrifice.

Clara has already done that once—she’s certain she can do it again.

Jasina and Finn left Tau City in ruins , vowing to end the Extractions by destroying every god’s tower. But the train line hides dark truths. Forgotten people cling to survival. Towers rise from the ruins of erased cities. And deep in the shadows, a godlike AI watches, weaving its own agenda.

Jasina has always been the strong one, the leader. But the train line holds secrets that cut deeper than she’s prepared for. Truths about spark. About the gods. About herself.

And Finn—the man burdened by his failures—is rising to find his strength.

But can Jasina ever fully trust him?

Godslayer is an epic, spicy, and angst-filled Romantasy that begs the question … how well do you really know your God? And how much are you willing to sacrifice to save him?

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PART I

The Augment’s Creed

I am the executioner and the death.

I am the dark soldier, standing in the blood of the fallen.

The spool of Source, the thread of Spark—I am the machine made flesh.

I walk the hush that follows ruin.

I am not the response. I am the overwrite.

A weapon of the sandy sea.

In the image I am made and, in the image, I will unmake.

For thine is the kingdom made in sand.

And thy rule was made in wind.

And in the wind, as in the days of dark imprisonment, the new gods rose as tall as the hollow towers.

And in this rising, they conquered.

Swept the land of everything and left it clean like a bone.

And on that bone, was born I.

The executioner and the death.

—From the Field Operations Manual: Sweep-Class Augments (declassified fragment, p. 1)

1 - TYSE

The sweet scent of oranges drifts up from the black sand as Clara’s fingers swirl it around, making designs that look a lot like the ones that light up on her skin when she’s in the mood to show her spark.

She’s sitting in between my legs and I’ve got her captured in my arms, hugging her shoulders so I can keep her as close to me as possible.

We’re just chilling on the beach, looking at the moons.

Our last night here in Delta City.

Clara tips her head back, tilting to the side so she can see me. “I will never get over this smell. And I know, I know. It’s dead crabs, or whatever.”

“Cretions,” I say. “Microscopic⁠—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ya told me. It just smells good. I can’t believe this is how you grew up. It’s like living in a fairy tale. A black-sand beach, a fantasy city on the edge of the ocean, and a god in a tower you can actually talk to!” She laughs. “What a concept.” Then she sighs. “I’m gonna miss this place.”

I don’t say anything, just stare out at the sea, watching the cyan-blue spark float around in the air like embers comin’ off a fire. She can’t see the spark floatin’ all around us. No one can, apparently. Not even Anneeta. I went to see her yesterday, just to say goodbye, really. She talked non-stop for like ten minutes straight about absolutely nothin’ I was interested in.

I’m really glad she’s stuck here and not on the team for ‘Mission Kill Finn Scott’ because ten minutes was my limit.

I had three questions, though. Did she see the spark that clogs the air like ash all around us, which was a no. The second one was about dreamin’. She says she doesn’t dream, but she admitted that she doesn’t really sleep, either. And the third was how often she needed to eat back in Tau City.

She gave me a weird look for that one. Not because she was suspicious about my particular appetite for spark, but because she didn’t want to talk about it. The answer was what I figured. Clara told me how many Spark Maidens were sent into her tower—she was number nine. And Anneeta is like seven years old, or around there, so it averages out to a little more than one a year.

Clara says there were long stretches between Extractions, so eating the Spark Maidens wasn’t a plan—it was a need.

I’m not a god. I’m an augment. Human once, something in between now. So I’m not gonna eat Clara. But Delta’s last words to me up in the tower were pretty ominous.

All gods need food.

Of course, he blinked out immediately after sayin’ this so there was no chance in askin’ any follow-up questions about that statement. And even though I did try and see him again, the bodyguard at the door might as well have been the door itself. When I approached the tower yesterday afternoon, he was shakin’ his head at me from fifty feet away.

Delta isn’t gonna explain anythin’.

The mission—Kill Finn Scott—appeared on my augment screen the moment I left the tower that night Delta showed me the map of the train line. It’s got all the particulars. And the map, which is important. But it doesn’t have a ‘contact me’ form.

No digital address, no high-wave number to call in emergencies, not even a task completion checklist like we had in the Sweep.

It’s just a map and the directive: Kill Finn Scott.

There’s a little asterisk after that, which reads “and his trashy woman sidekick”—which I did not mention to Clara. I mean, I didn’t mention any of this to Clara. I told her it’s an exploratory mission to check out some terror attacks. But I’m certainly not gonna tell her that Lover Boy has moved on.

It’s not a lie, these omissions. Not exactly. That Finn fucker is a terrorist because he’s blowin’ up towers on the train line.

Anyway. The point is that Delta has pretty much washed his hands of me. Clearly, he doesn’t want updates or he’d have given me a way to contact him.


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