Dauntless God Of War

"Based on what I found, I can confirm that information is true," answered fake Logan honestly.

The fake God of War thought about it for a moment before saying, "Considering he is the God of War, I suppose we can't view his matters from the perspective of an ordinary person. Continue!"

"After Harold married Isabella, they went to the Larson residence to call off her marriage..." Fake Logan continued the story, telling his superior about Harold's journey in Zaprington and return to the Schmidt residence with Marilyn.

Unearthing all that information wasn't challenging because it was available to the public.

On their own, all those information wouldn't be confirmation that Harold was the God of War.

However, after comparing the news to what the fake Carolyn and Xander told them, they were certain Harold was the God of War.

"He's most definitely still alive after jumping off that cliff in The Poisonous Forest. So, it's very likely he's currently hiding in the dark, watching our every move. Since he cares so much about Brittany and Isabella, I want you to use them to force him out!" requested the fake God of War after sipping his red wine. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Understood!" Without delay, fake Logan left to execute his superior's plan.

"God of War! Five years ago, you ruined my family's big event. Do you think you'll be fine if you just hide somewhere? How naive! You will pay the price for your actions one day!" the fake God of War muttered to himself before emptying his wine glass.

Dellmoor was bustling with activity for the next two days because many people had come to the city to meet the legendary God of War.

On the day after tomorrow, the fifteenth of October, the fake God of War would officially arrive at Dellmoor for his global tour to raise funds for The Veteran's Foundation as his last stop.

Many people thought he was the real God of War, the fabled hero, so they went to Dellmoor to catch a glimpse of him.

A week before the final stop, every single hotel in Dellmoor was fully occupied, including Paradise Hotel, an establishment only opened to people with membership.

Many locals even rented their empty houses to visitors for a short period.

It was an event comparable to the Olympics.

Of course, locals like Isabella had been paying close attention to the arrival of the God of War, too.

The thought of finally seeing the God of War excited her so much that she had insomnia for days.

The only thing frustrating her was that even after pulling some strings and spending a lot of money on getting a spot in the stadium, she could only secure a seat in the last row.

While the stadium was huge enough to accommodate one hundred thousand people, the tickets were sold out half a month before the War of God even arrived.

Those who were late had to buy the tickets from resellers.

The ticket resellers were sly businessmen who only sold dozens of tickets daily.

As the tour date approached, the prices of their remaining tickets soared to one hundred thousand apiece.

Just as Isabella was feeling frustrated from getting a terrible spot, she received an unbelievable message.