I am the God of Games

Chapter 59

Chapter 59: Festival I

The unnamed town was decorated with lights and festive ornaments, and even the snow couldn’t cool down the burning enthusiasm the players had on the banquet.

On the small square next to the Lifestone, a pile of carefully constructed wood and tinder were ignited with a Fireball skill, the resulting bonfire lighting up every corner of the square as the residents of the unnamed town started their party.

Originally the celebration was a small gathering of several players, but after Angora caught wind of it, he decided to hold an extravagant event for the entire town to enjoy in order to increase their sense of belonging to the town and strengthen their bonds.

Since he found out that the Underground Hideout of Lancaster was in the territory of the God of Games, he had been feeling somewhat threatened.

Granted, using the word ‘extravagant’ to describe the party was a bit of a stretch, given the current conditions of the town.

But this kind of banquet with a bonfire still left a lasting impression on those who hadn’t experienced these sorts of celebrations before.

Zonyan never knew that life could be so easy. Only one week ago he was but a lowly refugee that was looked down upon and not accepted for jobs, even as helpers in stores. Even though he was single and thus had no family to take care of, but since he had a large appetite, he had always been hungry and insecure about life all this while.

After he became a believer in the God of Games and came to this unnamed town, his life became much better. As long as he was willing to spend some time and effort to hunt down some skeletons near the Valley of the Tragic Dead, he could get game coins and earn himself a good meal at the restaurant in town.

Even though the veterans complained that the menu there was too simple and the options were too little, but the refugees were happy enough to be able to eat their fill.

Zonyan knew what banquets were. While he was living at the refugee camp, he learned that these were activities that were only held for the aristocrats from a man called Vanke Noreki.

Hence, he was surprised that the banquet that their lord held could be attended by everyone.

Zonyan wasn’t very interested in the decorations that lined the streets, instead locking onto the many barbecue stands set up all around the event venue. After all, even if something was pretty, it could not fill his stomach.

The barbecue was handled by the townsfolk—Some of them were responsible for the kebabs that were sizzling with oil and spice, some were in charge of the refreshing and multicolored vegetable skewers, but the most popular was the grill that had whole fowls stuffed generously with expensive herbs and spices. The fowls that were grilled this way were crispy and the outside while tender and juicy on the inside, and held a strong aroma of spices that was extremely appetizing!

The atmosphere of the banquet became more and more heated as the veteran players joined the fray—the venue filled with laughter and noise.

The veteran players that were once mercenaries surrounded the bonfire and started singing and dancing crudely to folk songs.

To Zonyan who had stuck out his tongue from the head of the kebab he put into his mouth, the players weren’t doing a banquet dance, and they looked like they were doing the ritual dances the hunters from his place of birth did to pray for a good hunt.

The dances that the players did were down to earth and easy to learn, and some refugee players that were braver stepped into the circle of players and started to sway their bodies with the rhythm, spinning around the bonfire with them.