Is this really a Game?!

One of the three commanders of the Immortal Army, Asmodel. He was probably the most famous commander currently thanks to all the things he had been doing recently. He was traveling around the universe in order to harden himself, battling many powerful enemies before returning.

Being at the very peak of the Ancient God realm, he is considered to be a powerhouse in the universe, and yet, amongst the three commanders, he was the weakest.

The other two were both Supreme Gods and their strength was many times greater than his own, but they rarely showed themselves, and many people had forgotten about them and their many exploits.

Of course, those at the top all knew of them and the power they possessed. Asmodel, even though he was one of the oldest Nephilims alive, is still much younger compared to the two, even the vice-commanders serving under them are older than him.

In the beginning, there was only one leader of the army, but as the army grew, Raziel decided to change the ranks a bit and put a commander in place, soon after, he made a second one, before finally adding a third one.

Originally, it was one of the vice-commanders of the first two commanders that was supposed to become the third one, but none of them wished to do so, which led to Raziel respecting their wishes and placing Asmodel, a Nephilim of great talent as the third commander.


Aioel was a vice commander serving directly under Asmodel, he was one of two vice commanders that were below Asmodel and had only recently been given the position. Even though he was a disciple of Raziel, it mattered little as every single vice-commander and commander was Raziel's disciple as well.

Raziel had never taken many disciples, but as a being that had lived for eons, he of course had tens of disciples, each one taken many millennia after the previous one.

"So, the master doesn't wish for anyone to go and guard the newbie, huh?" Asmodel asked himself as he looked at Aioel who simply nodded at him.

"I can see why these guys are so rowdy then, even though such events had happened before, many of them were not a part of the army back then, so it's probably a first for them that master doesn't wish for anyone to guard the new Nephilim."

"It has happened before?" Aioel asked Asmodel who nodded at him with a wide grin.

"Of course it did, and let me tell you, there is always a reason behind master's orders, so we simply need to follow them without questioning him, it's as simple as that."

"Now, let me see if you have improved since the previous time I sparred with you," Asmodel said as a nervous expression appeared on Aioel's face before he gulped.

"I – I can't, there's some stuff I need to take care of, maybe later."
"Ah, don't you worry about a thing little brother, Ishio will take care of that, so let's go, let's train a bit," Asmodel said as the second vice-commander appeared behind him, smiling at Aioel while barely being able to control his incoming laughter and disappearing right away.

"The troops have become quite restless thanks to your order, master." A black-haired young man said as he sat across Raziel. The two were playing chess, well, a modified version of it.

"Of course, this is the first time something like this has happened for many of them, so it's natural they would be confused by the order," Raziel said as he played with his hand before looking at the black-haired man.

"You've gotten stronger, Quin."

"A bit, I still have many things I wish to improve, but all in due time," Quin said as he moved a figure on the board before looking at Raziel.

"So, how is he?" Quin asked Raziel who smiled at him.

"Who exactly?"

"Hmph, still acting all mysterious, like I don't know why you ordered no guards to be placed on the newbie," Quin said before stretching his neck a bit.

"If I'm not wrong, this is the person you've been expecting, the one that will set in motion things you have awaited for eons, right?" Quin asked Raziel who smiled at his question before playing with his hand and flicking his forehead.

"My victory, you got a bit too confident right there." Quin rubbed his forehead with an annoyed expression on his face before sighing.

"I thought I had you damn it."

"You almost did, but you're still a bit too green to beat me."

"Will you answer my question though, what do you think of him, how talented is he, will you be taking him as a disciple, maybe even letting him join the Alliance?"

"You ask too many questions, but to ease your thoughts, I don't know," Raziel said as he shrugged his shoulders, making Quin stare at him in confusion as he could tell that his master was not lying.

"Seriously, you haven't even thought of that?!"

"Nope, I'll let the boy decide on his own, after all, who am I to get in the way of destiny?"

"Tch, yeah right, like you haven't done that before, isn't that one of the reasons the system hates your guts?"

"Hahahahaha, well, certainly is one of the reasons." Raziel laughed before looking at Quin with a serious expression.

"But seriously though, I have no idea, I don't think it's a good thing to force the boy to do things my way, letting him choose what to do is probably for the best, after all, you have to let the young ones spread their wings and make their own choices, just like you and the rest of my students."

"Yeah, I remember that, you didn't let me leave the mountain for a hundred years back when I had that little fight with the Trialots."

"Little fight, you guys waged war on multiple planets, destroying important assets for not only the Trialots but for other organizations as well, do you have any idea how much I needed to pay in order to settle things amiably?" Raziel asked Quin who suddenly started laughing.

"I remember, you actually had to give the spear, I know how much you liked that artifact, but hey, you got it back in the end, it's not like you lost anything important back then, not to mention that you barely chastised Miriam back when she got in trouble with those darned bastards."

"That was different, I gave those people a choice, either they accept the things I was offering them for peace, or a war, and they chose the latter," Raziel said in a serious tone before Quin nodded at him.

"They really were an arrogant bunch, weren't they?"

"Yeah, it's not like you had anything against it, I do remember you chasing their vice-leader across multiple star systems and destroying a couple of planets before catching and killing him, you didn't even let his soul escape."

"That was because he was acting as a complete ass, not to mention the things he said about the army, I couldn't just kill him and allow his soul to escape," Quin said with a smile on his face before the two continued playing the game of chess in silence.

Quin, 'The Angel of Death', the one whose title served as a reference to let people know just what kind of person Quin was. Of course, compared to back when he had gained the title, he was much calmer now and didn't fight as much.

The first disciple of 'The Immortal' Raziel, and the first Nephilim that people knew about. His strength was a thing of legends in the universe, and he was the second strongest person in the Immortal Army, right below Raziel.

He had entered the realm of Supreme millions of years ago, and thanks to the fact that the army had no large-scale battles or any threats to deal with, many had even forgotten about his existence. He was not one of the three commanders, but his position and prestige were above theirs, and he held a higher rank compared to them.

His official position was the Right-hand of Raziel, his lieutenant. Since Raziel was the founder and supreme commander of the Army, his lieutenant was of course above everybody else.

Quin was rarely seen on the mountain as the preferred spending his time at the outer corners of the universe where some unexplored and dangerous places could be found. He spent most of his time there, exploring, finding new things, and improving his own strength, of course.

After many years, Quin finally decided to come back. He had been away for a long period of time, and after receiving a message from his dear junior sister about the appearance of a new planet where their teacher had gone, Quin knew that he would hate to miss anything.

He was further surprised to hear about Raziel's order, as even though this was not the first time that Nephilims were ordered to stay down and not go guard a new Nephilim, each one of them was not a normal case, making Quin believe that this was what their master had been waiting for for a long time.