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It was a rare experience for him. A battle occurring within sight, one that didn't involve him. He was certain the adventurers could handle themselves. Like Shakti said, this happened all the time. Eventually, the adventurers would win and the town would be rebuilt.
This was a chance for him to be completely selfish. To not care about his position as a Campione in the slightest and get away with a clean conscience.
Godou swallowed. People might die if he did nothing. But that was the difference between adventurers and civilians. Adventurers were supposed to be prepared to die.
The haunting image of Ganesha's final pained smile suddenly hit him like a truck.
He clenched his fists. Every adventurer here was a member of a Familia, weren't they? How many of them were the prides and joys of their Familias? How many of Gods patiently awaited their return to Orario, knowing that there was always a possibility they might never come back? How many Gods had sacrificed their power and their comfort to walk among mortals, all to raise their children with their own hands?
The Gods here were not bad people, and it was a truth Godou had come to realize a long time ago. And yet he had done nothing but to sit on it.
He never liked the Heretic Gods in his old world. And the simple fact that he enjoyed the thrill of fighting them made him hate himself. Heretic Gods were selfish. They were hedonistic. They were cruel. They razed cities to the ground to draw his attention and to get him to fight them. They were no different from toddlers who threw tantrums to get what they wanted.
And Godou had indulged them. Always. Knowing that people would be hurt from his inaction had always dragged him to his feet and to face his new challenger. And in the course of their ensuing battle, maps would be redrawn, landscapes would be reshaped, lives would be ruined.
And at the end? All Godou would feel was exhilaration and satisfaction from winning. There was no exception. It wouldn't be until much later that he realized that all the destruction had been partly his fault, and then he would wallow in self-loath and despair, relying on his girls to bring him out of it by telling him he'd done the world a favor.
At least, until the next Heretic God came along, and then the cycle would repeat itself.
He hated being a Campione.
But that was in his old world. What about here?
People here did not see him as a pillar of might to measure their own power against. Heretic Gods, his natural enemies, did not exist. Instead, they were replaced with caring, impotent, friendly ones. It was one thing to reject their recruitment attempts. But letting their precious Familia members die just because he was being selfish...
Godou laughed because he had no idea how else to react.
How was he any different from Heretic Gods? Or from Voban and Luo Hao?
He clenched his fists
All he wanted was a normal life. To be like any other average person. In the past, that had meant not fighting Heretic Gods and other Campiones. It had meant not having to constantly fear for his life or the safety of those he cared about
What about here, in this new world, where fighting monsters seemed to be the norm? Lives were always at stake for these adventurers, and yet they braved the dangers of the Dungeon everyday for all kinds of reasons.
And then there were the Gods that supported them. The word Familia obviously meant something. They were family. They lived with each other, cried with each other, loved each other.
It was a system he could not bring himself to hate, even if he had no desire to be a part of it. In some sense, the sheer powerlessness of the Gods made them more human than he was. And for that, he empathized with them. Every time a Heretic God or another Campione challenged him, his girls would always be dragged into the fight, forced to face an opponent far more powerful than they were. It always terrified him that one day he would not be strong enough to protect them all.
The Gods here lived like that everyday, watching the backs of their children vanish into the darkness of the Dungeon, knowing that there was nobody they could pray to for their safety. And yet, they put up with this pain, because obviously they had found some meaning in it.
No, he grudgingly admitted that these Gods were inhere
ntly different from the Gods of his world.
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