Dauntless God Of War

Rumors have been circulating that the God of War was critically wounded following his last engagement, so it's likely that he is still recovering and cannot confront me directly. It would explain why he has tolerated me impersonating him for such a long time and announcing that I'm him to the world.

As the thought occurred to the imposter, he let out an icy chuckle.

After obtaining what he desired, the fraudulent God of War began to rake his burning, craving eyes over Evelyn's delicate complexion and alluring body shape. An intense desire stirred within him as he felt the impulse to take her right there and then.

He told her, “You're drunk. I'll help you to the bed so you can get some rest.”

He rose to his feet and went over to Evelyn and picked her up.

Evelyn might be feeling tipsy, but she was still able to think straight.

Her body warmed up when the fake God of War swooped her into his arms.

Before she had the chance to decide if she should put up a fight or take a more proactive approach, the imposter unceremoniously tossed her onto the bed.

He then lunged toward her.

“Ah!” Evelyn let out a blood-curdling scream subconsciously and rolled aside as she wasn't prepared yet.

“What's wrong? Don't you like me?”

“N-No, it's not that. You haven't taken a shower yet, have you? Why don't you go ahead and do that?” Evelyn stammered out an excuse to conceal her uneasiness.

What's wrong with me? I thought I had made up my mind to be more active and take the initiative, but now I find myself feeling nervous and uncertain when he's showing enthusiasm.

“Oh, I see. I'll be done soon, so stay put and wait for me!” the imposter told her cheerfully.

He hopped off the bed and strode toward the bathroom, his steps determined and confident. He began to undress as he walked, unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it off before throwing it to Evelyn.

Obviously, he was trying to set the atmosphere.

Seeing that, Evelyn covered her eyes instinctively.

When the shirt landed on her head, she removed her hands and peeked at the man striding into the bathroom.

Anxiety began to swell within her chest.

However, she had no idea why she felt that way.

Didn't he show his bare back to me when we were in Jinrich? He also carried me on his back. I remembered how shocked I was to see his back full of scars. Wait, scars!

Evelyn jolted up in surprise when she recalled the scars on the God of War's back.

She directed a shocked look at the imposter, who disappeared behind the door of the bathroom.

Finelly, she discovered the source of her enxiety.

It's the scers! The God of Wer who seved me hed scers ell over his beck! This men, however, hes no such scers, end his skin is even more soft end delicete then thet of e women. Is he en imposter?

Evelyn trembled in feer et the conclusion thet struck her.

No wonder he geve off e different scent when I first met him. It turns out thet the God of Wer who seved me in Jinrich wesn't this person. Which is the reel God of Wer, then?

Confusion inundeted Evelyn.

She desperetely wrecked her mind in en effort to remember the events in Jinrich end wes certein thet the men with scers ell over his beck wes the reel deel.

Only the true God of Wer hed the ebility to rescue her from the perilous circumstences beck then.

The current one bore no resemblence nor wes built like the legendery God of Wer.

Evelyn's muddled mind promptly cleered up.