Dauntless God Of War

The fake God of War in Dellmoor didn't see Harold despite waiting for quite some time. While Harold jumped off the chopper, the fake God of War's tour was in its last stretch.

To be precise, this event was more of a charity concert held by a group of famous singers. There was only half an hour left until the event came to an end, yet the fake God of War still wasn't showing up.

The entire event was held up by some famous singers both within and outside the nation. There were also clips of veterans who lived harsh lives after they retired. Everyone cried when they saw that. Some of the more sentimental ladies were beside themselves.

The fake God of War was in the control room, watching the event. He looked at the fake Logan, who was keeping an eye on the cameras. "It's coming to an end. Is he still not here?"

"Not yet, God of War." The fake Logan frowned.

They thought this event would surely force Harold out of hiding, but up until this moment, all they had was the information that Harold was the God of War. They had nothing else.

A staff member looked at the time and carefully said, "God of War, the event is coming to a close in half an hour. It's your time to go onstage now."

"Keep an eye on the cameras. I'll take the stage."

The fake God of War went with the staff member and emerged from backstage the moment the host cued him. He was wearing a mask, of course.

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"Hail the God of War!"

At long last, the audience finally saw the God of War. The hours of waiting were for this moment, and they let loose the beast that had been lying within them, screaming and shouting at the top of their lungs.

Even though the audience couldn't get a glimpse of their idol, it did nothing to douse their overwhelming passion, and they chanted their mantra loudly. Even the stadium was rumbling from their shouts.

The fake God of War extended his arms, asking for silence. In less than thirty seconds, a deafening silence swooped over the audience.

Only one man in this nation could command such attention, and that was the God of War.

"I'll cut to the chase. Like usual, I'll draw something and sell it to the highest bidder. All the profits we make from this show go to The Veteran's Foundation, a foundation made to care for those who stood in the frontline for us. They might have retired, they might have lost a limb, and they might have died in battle, but we will not forget about them or their families. Staff, bring me the tools."

Isabella and some volunteers took the art tools up to the stage. She and a decent-looking girl stood beside the tools, acting as the fake God of War's support team.

The fake God of War only noticed Isabella for the first time then. Before he started drawing, he gave Isabella a look.

It made Isabella nervous, and despite it being winter, she felt her palms starting to sweat. She couldn't believe the man she had always admired was staring at her.