Reborn With the Infinite Gods System

In the dimly lit, sterile room, the hunters were gathered, anxiously watching the wires and screens connecting Loki to the machines that monitored Axel and Troy. The alien technology hummed, projecting intricate readings of each figure's vitals. Trisha stood with her hand over her heart, lips pressed together, clinging to a fragile hope. She despised feeling helpless, yet now, with Axel's and Troy's consciousnesses adrift in unknown realms, she had no choice.

"Bring them back, Loki... Please," she whispered under her breath, trying to hold onto optimism.

Beside her, Thor stood, arms crossed, his usual calm yet unyielding demeanor casting a quiet confidence. His lack of concern gnawed at Trisha. She finally broke the silence, voicing her frustration.

"Are you not worried at all, Thor? What if they don't make it back?"

Thor gave her a wry smile. "Worrying isn't in my nature. I believe in Loki, and I believe in my strength. You learn not to fear when you're certain you have the power to face whatever comes."

It was his odd philosophy, yet something about it seemed unwavering. Perhaps there was wisdom there, but Trisha couldn't shake the tension that had been strangling her since Axel disappeared. She glanced at the others in the room, each bearing expressions of restrained worry. Their strength made her wonder if she, too, should try to let go of her fear.

But just as she inhaled to steady herself, a strange shift overtook the room. The sterile lab environment dissolved, and in its place appeared a vast, white expanse. It was as though the walls had melted away, leaving them stranded in a boundless, ethereal void. The hunters looked around in confusion and dread.

"What the hell is going on?" Haze shouted, his voice bouncing back from nowhere.

"We can't even get a moment's peace! This is madness!" Another hunter muttered, fists clenched as if preparing for an invisible enemy.

This chapter upload first at NovelUsb.Com

"This is no normal attack... If I find who's behind this, they're dead," Andre growled, the menace in his tone underscored by a nervous edge.

Their threats and anger dissipated into the empty, white air. The tension rose as they stood in eerie silence, unable to comprehend what they were facing. Then, without warning, memories flooded each of their minds—a deluge of fears, twisted and amplified, dragged from the darkest corners of their psyches.

Each hunter found themselves living out their deepest nightmare, scenes so vivid and horrifying that they each struggled to separate reality from illusion. Trisha saw her brother, lifeless and abandoned. Sarah found herself alone in a field of corpses, her family among them. Josh was trapped in his own mind, every failure magnified and laid bare. They blinked, and just as suddenly, the visions were gone, yet the aftershock lingered.

Thor, Josh, Andre, and Haze were the only ones able to stand, their faces drained, hands shaking, but they kept control. Meanwhile, Trisha, Sarah, and Williams were on their knees, gasping for breath, horror painted across their faces. Their mental fortitude had been shattered.

"What... what was that?" Sarah muttered, clutching her stomach as though trying to hold down her own panic.

"Nightmares, brought to life. They're using fear to weaken us," Thor said, his voice steady but taut with tension. He looked at Josh, who met his gaze with a solemn nod.

A voice echoed, low and menacing, rumbling from every corner of the white void, sending chills through the hunters.

"Fear," it began, "is the greatest weapon. It shatters resolve, rips open wounds, and leaves the mind bare, vulnerable... ready for the taking."

Thor clenched his fists. There was something disturbingly familiar about this ability. It reminded him of Axel's powers. But Axel was still unconscious, wasn't he? Or was someone else now wielding his abilities in his absence?

As he was lost in thought, the air shimmered before them, forming into a dark podium. Upon it, a large, ornate throne appeared, and in it sat a figure. He leaned back comfortably, a malicious grin splitting his face.

"Did you think you were safe here? Did you think a team of hunters could resist fear itself?" The voice boomed from the figure on the throne, its tone mocking and dripping with cruelty.

Trisha's eyes widened. "Loki?"

The man in the throne laughed, the sound sharp and grating. "Yes, dear Trisha. But not the Loki you know. This is a different side of me. One you've never seen—the Loki who delights in chaos, in stripping brave souls down to quivering shadows of their former selves."

Thor narrowed his eyes. "What is this? A sick joke?"

Loki leaned forward, his eyes glinting with an unsettling intensity. "Not a joke. Think of it as... a demonstration. After all, what's the god of mischief without a little mayhem?"

The room felt colder, the air thick with an oppressive weight as Loki's smile widened. "I've brought you here to test you, to see if your spirits can withstand the nightmares lurking in your own minds. But don't worry... we're just getting started."

A murmur of dread ran through the group as the white void around them shifted again. This time, each hunter found themselves isolated, each in their own nightmare.

***Author's note***

Came back to beg for castle, Spacecraft and maybe golden gachapon.

It's not my fault, a lot has been happening and I need a castle to grow on Webnovel. It's not easy to write please support with any gift you can, also any little that can be contributed will still be appreciated with open hands. Stay updated via empire

Happy New month. Hope you'll enjoyedlast month enough and are looking forward to enjoying this month more than the last and also, don't forget me in all that enjoyment. I'm also human too, so I have wants and needs, but just keep on enjoying yourselves, I'm sure you'll be blessed enough to throw in three magic castles for fun soon enough.

"Gift me! Gift the Author."