Chapter 1131: The God of War and His Elderly Old Father (Third Update)
"Phew, this pillar of light should be the World Light, right? Once we go in, we can restore the Rainbow Bridge's power."
Lin Xue let out a long breath.
The battles in Alfheim were starting to get tough, and they weren't really "fun" anymore.
Of course, it wasn't exactly hard either. Lin Xue had chosen a low difficulty, so the fights were just less enjoyable, but getting through them was still no problem.
The issue was that the difficulty no longer felt like "mowing grass." The Dark Elves here could fly, wore heavy armor, and some even self-destructed. If you weren't careful, a minor mob could pin you down and grind you into the dirt.
Clearly, when you start caring about the types of monsters in a game, it's no longer a mindless hack-and-slash.
Fortunately, Atreus was becoming more and more reliable. Lin Xue was surprised to find that he wasn't just a ranged attacker. She watched in disbelief as a Dark Elf was knocked down by her son and never got back up. Atreus unleashed a flurry of five attacks per second, draining the enemy from full health to half health, triggering an execution...
As for how he managed all that, Lin Xue had no idea. She just saw Atreus swinging his bow like a club, pounding the Dark Elf, keeping it pinned to the ground, unable to stand...
Lin Xue was stunned. Was this even scientifically possible?
When Kratos swung the Leviathan Axe at enemies, he couldn't stagger them with every hit either, or that would be cheating, right? Yet here was her son, using a bow as a melee weapon that worked better than the Leviathan Axe. Where was the logic in that?
Could it be that this unassuming bow of her son's was some kind of incredible divine artifact?
"Ranged weapon: axe. Melee weapon: bow. Doesn't that seem backwards?" Lin Xue said, utterly confused. "Whatever. Next time I upgrade weapons, I'll focus on my son's bow. It feels like he's almost as awesome as I am now. What's up with that?"
After intense battles, the two finally arrived in front of the World Light. According to the witch, they had to walk into it to restore the Rainbow Bridge's power.
The fights along the way had been no joke. Lin Xue had to rely on Spartan Rage just to push through.
"Ugh, this game's title is becoming more and more misleading. I'm almost exhausted, and it still dares to call itself 'God of War'..." Lin Xue complained.
After much deliberation, Kratos handed the Leviathan Axe to his son.
"Don't use it unless absolutely necessary."
The brat, now holding the Leviathan Axe, happily ran off to play. Kratos gritted his teeth against the burning pain and forced himself into the beam of light.
Kratos heard the conversation between Atreus and his mother. He felt like he was back in his own home, then on a boat, shuttling through many scenes. Finally, he seemed to see Atreus's mother, but at that moment, a pair of hands suddenly appeared behind him and pulled him out!
"No! Don't!" Kratos shouted. He was about to rage at Atreus when he saw the mountain of corpses piled up behind the brat.
One pile, two piles, three piles...
The bodies of Dark Elves were everywhere. Lin Xue roughly counted them. Hmm, probably a few hundred at least...
"What the..." Lin Xue felt her worldview shatter.
What did this mean? I was inside for less than five minutes, but outside, a whole day had passed?
And what was with all these monster corpses? I used every ounce of my strength to kill a few dozen, but this brat killed several times more than me on his own?!
Lin Xue was completely speechless. "Damn, is this brat actually this amazing? It's the same axe, so why does it feel like I'm farming while he's a powerhouse? If you'd told me you were this good earlier, I'd have given you the axe from the start. I'd just stand on the sidelines and cheer..."
Lin Xue had a lot of complaints about this game. Where was the promised God of War?
Wasn't the son supposed to be the one cheering for him?
How come the son seemed like the real God of War?
Look at what Kratos was doing, huh?
Climbing walls? He was a mount for his son. Carrying crystals? He was a water delivery boy. Worst of all, he couldn't even read, relying entirely on his son for translation.
And now he couldn't even fight as well as his son?
Look at Kratos's pathetic health bar. It was way too short. If he got surrounded, he'd die in a moment. But his son... he didn't even have a health bar!
No health bar! Scared yet? Getting grabbed by an ogre and thrown to the ground didn't even faze him!
Kratos was constantly getting knocked around, while his son was either dealing ranged damage or melee damage?!
Who was the God of War here? Me or you?!
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Soon, the internet was buzzing with discussions about God of War 4. The core question was: Who is the real God of War?
Someone even made a picture that went viral among players.
"Distinguishing the real God of War from the fake will effectively increase your survival rate."
"Fake God of War (Kratos): Incomprehensible dark past, faded cheap tattoos, slightly tired eyes, meaningless outfit, pathetic max health."
"Real God of War (Atreus): Noble divine bloodline with no dark past, shooting speed of four arrows per second, resolute eyes, cold-resistant leather armor, skilled in conversation and fluent in eight languages, no health bar."
This picture quickly sparked a heated response among players. The general consensus was that Atreus was way too strong in the game! He could suppress enemies, deal damage, and since he had no health bar, he couldn't die. In contrast, Kratos was fragile, weak, and easily defeated. Who the real God of War was, was obvious.
This was especially noticeable on higher difficulties. On the hardest difficulty, Kratos was practically a one-hit kill. Many players on the highest difficulty could only let their son deal damage and tank enemies, while they cowered in a corner, trembling, occasionally throwing an axe, finding an opening to unleash a flurry of attacks, then quickly rolling back to keep throwing axes...
Effectively turning themselves into a ranged class.
Some players said God of War 4 shouldn't be called God of War. It should be called God of War and His Elderly Old Father, to avoid confusing people into thinking Kratos was the God of War.
And so, a massive sentence-making contest began.
God of War and His Illiterate Old Father
God of War and His Shield-Wielding Old Father Who Can't Take a Few Hits
God of War and His Climbing Mount Old Father
God of War and His Slack-Jawed, Embarrassing Old Father
God of War and His Water-Delivery Boy Old Father
Of course, there were also comparisons of before and after playing God of War 4.
Before playing God of War 4:
Kratos: King's bald head, Spartan's roar, "Son, don't move, Dad's going to tear a god apart for you," aged but still firm muscles, "Your God of War is back!!!"
Atreus: Edgy hairstyle, timid eyes, wrapped up so tightly he has none of his dad's aura, "Son, just do some ranged damage, don't interrupt your dad's combos," "Why is it always a protect-the-kid scenario?" "Hope this useless teammate doesn't mess up my kills."
After playing God of War 4:
Kratos: Illiterate bald head, impotent rage (actually shouting, "Son, come save me!"), forget tearing apart gods, beat a Valkyrie first, looks burly and strong but is actually fragile as hell, the God of War's elderly old father.
Atreus: King's noble hairstyle, the real God of War's look of contempt for mortals, vast knowledge, health bar and toughness off the charts, gets hit by a big monster and just dusts himself off like nothing, repeatedly saves his useless old dad from danger, carries the team, the real God of War!!!
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