There was much to be done.
Kratos's voice, however, reached only his own ears—it could not penetrate the realm of the gods' Law Bodies.
At last, the time came. He was expelled from the world of meditation.
"Ah… I… I'm recovered?"
The bald man sat up abruptly, shocked to see his skin return to its normal color.
His head no longer ached.
The curse that had clung to his body for killing his wife and daughter was gone.
Upon waking, Kratos immediately opened the Ten Thousand Realms Chat Group and scrolled through its messages.
It was only when he read what Rin Tosaka had said to him that everything suddenly became clear.
The Eternal Meditation Technique was the power granted by the gods. To receive their true blessings, however, one also needed to build an altar and spread the faith to gather believers.
"So that's how it is. The God of Eternity is the oldest ****
So it was the God of Eternity who created this world — not those pretenders masquerading as gods.
In that case, you have no one to blame but yourselves.
All you false gods who showed me such cruelty — you all deserve to die!!!"
A terrible light blazed in Kratos's fierce eyes: the flame of vengeance.
That same day, he packed his belongings and set out toward the nearest military camp.
There was a tribe on this small island. Anyone strong enough could bring everyone under his sway.
Kratos's plan was straightforward.
Start from his home village, steadily grow in power, until he had the strength to kill the gods.
The nearby tribe numbered roughly a thousand people.
They were all natives.
They believed in the **** of Olympus and performed monthly worship.
But on this day, a bald-headed drifter had arrived at their village — and their fates were about to change.
The village elders looked at the fury burning in Kratos and frowned. "Young man, this is not the place for you. A tiger has its lair. A tiger goes where a tiger belongs."
Their meaning was simple.
Do not come trouble those who are harmless. They are only innocent folk, simple people with no stake in the world.
"Then you would rather remain believers of those false gods? I bring the power of the true god — it can rebirth you, free you from exploitation, free you from delusion…"
Kratos raised his hand toward the sky.
A roar split the air.
A terrifying bank of thunderclouds materialized above the entire village.
A thunder beast emerged, baring its fangs and howling savagely at everyone below.
Everyone knew that thunder and lightning were the domain of Zeus.
But this dark-skinned man, too, commanded the power of thunder.
With just that single gesture, Kratos subjugated the entire village.
This would be his first step.
And also the first step in the collapse of the gods.
The next day.
In the Ten Thousand Realms Chat Group.
Mysterious **** of Death: "@Rin Tosaka, I can't be wrong, grandma…"
Tanjiro: "Bro… He fell apart in less than a day, what a joke!!!"
Li Er: "I told you from the start. Generally speaking, anyone with a name that's a little 'god-something' is the type who talks big. Like Yang Jian at the beginning, remember?"
Judicial God: "Brother, there's nothing like public revenge. Be honest now — I never slandered you like that."
Li Erlang: "Then why don't you just call yourself Yang Jian? You named yourself Judicial God, might as well call yourself Yang Erlang — Erlang shows the true majesty…"
············Requesting flowers········
Judicial God: "I really can't argue with you — your tongue is too sharp."
Pursuing Sentient Beings: "The old man's at the point where he can squirt venom at people now. As for the **** of death, don't be scared… Old Na will back you up, and a real man holds firm to the end. Don't be like some big snake pill."
The World Will Aid the Lord: "Yeah, remember how tough you were yesterday? That bearing, that swagger… I'll write you a whole suit."
Troubled Times: "Who's afraid of who — bring it on!! Reaper… I'm on your side."
Mysterious Reaper: "Don't talk to me. Just bark…"
Tanjiro: "…"
For Peace: "…"
The Fox Who Only Loves Money: "…"
0....0
Kaoru: "…"
Rin Tosaka: "Thought you were so arrogant, did you? Thought you could look down on me? Weren't you the one who called me a magic stick!!! Don't be scared… Let's find a time to meet."
Kratos: "Thank you, Toban. If it weren't for your guidance yesterday, I'd still be tormented by the curse. Now my mind is clear, and I've subjugated my first tribe.
But I still have a long way to go before I can truly bring down the gods."
Courageously: "Na… No harm in comparing, I guess. Looking at how others carry themselves, then looking at the **** of death — really puts things in perspective."
Sorrowfully Reminds Old Gao: "It's mainly about enlightenment. Wasn't Herder strong not long ago? But the best he could manage was cold indifference — he never mocked others like this.
I'd bet that this **** of death has at least three legs broken."
Mysterious Grim Reaper: "Uh… shouldn't it be two? I'm not a three-legged species — I'm a Grim Reaper…"
Tanjirou: "Pfft… He's talking about your middle leg. You still haven't figured that out?"
Older Li: "Look at my name and you'll get it, hahaha… Speaking of which, what happened to Ye Laoxie?"
Bad Ye Laoxie: "Same as always, splashing around in the sea. Didn't find the mission target…"
Lan Ran watched the chat scroll through the group.
Cold sweat drenched his entire body. Though he was a **** of death, the third leg was also very important.
If that got interrupted—
He didn't even want to think about it.
But at the moment, that other's goddess simply refused to be won over by any means, and all he could do was torment himself endlessly.
Ugh… What should he do, folks.
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