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Gods Game : Olympus: The Birth of a Miracle

[Divine Realm ]

The Chaos Pool had not stirred in millennia.

It lay at the heart of Olympus, a swirling abyss of unformed divinity, forgotten by all but the oldest gods. The last time it had created something new, the world had been young, and gods had walked among mortals.

But tonight, the Chaos Pool rippled.

A golden light flickered deep within, and for the first time in ages, a new goddess was born.

She was small—barely a child—with silver-white hair and eyes like shattered stardust. As she took her first breath, the air hummed, and the entire divine realm seemed to pause.

Hecate, the goddess of magic, stepped forward, peering down at the newborn. Her expression was unreadable.

"A child," one of the gods murmured. "But from what domain?"

No one knew. The Chaos Pool had given no name, no purpose. All they knew was one thing: this girl was unlike any god before her.

And Olympus had no idea what she would become.


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Mira’s POV

I never win anything.

Scratch that—I’m the type of person who could walk into a casino, bet on red, and somehow make the roulette wheel break. My luck is that bad.

So when I got an email saying, "Congratulations! You have won an exclusive VR Pod!", my first instinct was to delete it.

I didn’t enter any contest. I don’t even play VR games.

But when the delivery truck actually showed up at my apartment, carrying a sleek, futuristic-looking pod with my name on it… well, curiosity won.

That was my first mistake.

The moment I stepped inside, the world around me flickered. My vision blurred. My body felt weightless, like I was being pulled somewhere far, far away.

And when I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in my apartment anymore.

I was lying on a stone floor, surrounded by towering figures in golden robes. A woman with glowing violet eyes—Hecate?—was staring down at me.

"She’s awake," someone whispered. "The newborn goddess has arrived."

My breath hitched. Newborn what?

{Hello Player, Welcome to Gods Game}

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Gods Game : Olympus

Mira sat on the floor of her tiny apartment, staring at the open VR pod like it was some kind of alien artifact.

Her brain kept bouncing between two conflicting thoughts:

She had seen VR pods before—but only in tech conventions and sci-fi movies. The few commercial ones available were still clunky, expensive, and required an entire setup with motion sensors and gloves.

Mira's fingers drummed against her knee.

She still couldn't find anything about "Gods Game VR" online. Even after digging through forums and checking obscure tech blogs, the game simply didn't exist.

And the pod itself? No manufacturer labels, no serial number, no branding.

The only sign that this wasn't some elaborate prank was the fact that it actually turned on.

The golden lights pulsed faintly, waiting for her.

"Okay… no big deal. Just a game. Just some weird high-end beta test."

She stood up, wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans, and paced.

No one was going to miss her if something weird happened. It wasn't like she had a family waiting at home, or a best friend who would notice if she suddenly disappeared.

Something about this felt different.

Before committing, Mira decided to do one last test.

She pulled out her phone, snapped a few pictures of the pod, and sent them to an old college friend who was obsessed with cutting-edge VR tech.

Hey, ever seen anything like this?

She checked the message status. Unread.

With a sigh, she grabbed a screwdriver from her desk and crouched beside the pod.

If this thing was some kind of experimental tech, there had to be some kind of wiring or motherboard access, right?

She tapped the smooth, obsidian-like surface, searching for a seam, a panel, anything—

That didn't make sense. Even military-grade tech had access points.

This thing looked like it had been grown rather than built.

What kind of company made something like this?

Mira exhaled sharply and stood up.

If she kept overthinking, she'd never do it.

She climbed into the pod, letting her body sink into the contoured seat.

Immediately, the golden circuits along the walls flared brighter, as if sensing her presence.

The interior was… strangely warm.

Not like metal or plastic—but something almost alive.

Her fingers hovered over the helmet-like headpiece, hesitating for just a moment.

"Okay, Mira. You've done dumber things than this."

Chapter 3 – Crossing the Threshold