The other gods noticed.
Within an hour, he had toppled Athena’s undefeated defense. Within two, he had outrun Hermes’ record. Within three, he had flooded the global leaderboard with his name, each victory more absurd than the last.
FATES HAVE BEEN NOTIFIED.
He sighed.
He maxed every building. His armies became immortal. He upgraded his Spear of Fear to Level 999, where its tooltip simply read: Yes.
With a snap of digital thread, Ares’ infinite wealth vanished. His diamond armor crumbled into dust. His hundred-headed hydra deflated into a single, confused puppy. His leaderboard rank dropped from #1 to #1,847,234—just below a satyr who played using only his hooves.
Atropos raised the shears again.
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