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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?

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Gods Game : Olympus

The moment Mira's eyes fluttered open, she knew—today was going to be one of those days.

Her body felt sluggish as she reached for her phone, fingers fumbling against the sheets before the device slipped from her grasp and tumbled off the edge of the bed. She flinched at the sharp clunk of it hitting the floor, the sound somehow louder than it should be.

Groaning, she twisted to check the time. 7:42 AM.

Scrambling upright, she yanked off her headset, nearly tripping over the cord as she untangled herself from the mess of blankets. In her panic, her foot caught on the sheets, and before she could react, she was falling.

A dull thud rattled her room as she hit the floor face-first.

Shaking off the sting, she pushed herself up and rushed to her phone. The screen lit up as she swiped frantically—she had exactly twenty-three minutes to get to the café.

Her heart pounded. That was barely enough time.

She sprinted to the bathroom, flicking on the light—which instantly died with a loud pop. The room plunged into dimness, and she groaned. "Really?"

Brushing her teeth by the weak glow of her phone screen, she multitasked by fixing her hair, which was an absolute disaster. Half of it stuck up like she'd been electrocuted, and the other half was a frizzy mess. A comb might have helped—if she could find one.

Moving at lightning speed, she grabbed the nearest set of clothes from her closet—which happened to be the shirt she spilled ramen on two nights ago. A large, suspicious stain mocked her.

Tossing it aside, she lunged for another top, this time accidentally knocking over a stack of books. They tumbled down, one bouncing off her foot.

Shoving the books aside, she threw on a clean outfit, snatched her bag, and bolted out of the apartment.

Grinding her teeth, she took the stairs, nearly missing a step on the way down. She hit the sidewalk at a half-run, only to get splashed by a passing car. A wave of dirty street water sloshed up her leg.

She almost considered going back inside to change—but there was no time. Instead, she marched forward, suppressing every ounce of frustration bubbling under her skin.

At the corner, the pedestrian signal flashed green. Hope surged.

Then—a flock of pigeons exploded out of nowhere.

Mira barely dodged them, one smacking her in the shoulder as she stumbled forward. A guy walking by laughed.

She didn't have time to glare at him.

Two blocks left. She quickened her pace, dodging people, avoiding a rogue skateboard that almost took her out at the ankles, and somehow managing to squeeze past a group of tourists who decided that the middle of the sidewalk was the perfect place to stop and chat.

Thirty seconds later, she skidded to a stop in front of the café.

Breathless. Sweaty. Slightly damp from the dirty water incident.

She straightened, smoothed down her shirt, wiped a stray feather off her sleeve (where did that even come from?), and stepped inside like she hadn't just been through a miniature apocalypse.

Her friends looked up as she approached the table.

One of them raised an eyebrow. "You okay?"

Mira exhaled. "Yeah. Just—luck."

And as if to prove her point, her bag strap suddenly snapped, sending her belongings spilling onto the floor.

Chapter 18:Just My Luck