First Divine Era World.
The usually quiet Death World has become particularly lively.
Because when those assassins attacked the gods, they naturally slaughtered the gods' guards and entourage.
"Damn it, how can there be such a monster?"
"It's simply ridiculous, mere mortals..."
It's crowded.
Most of this era's geniuses have actually gathered here.
Mohrsik saw this, and couldn't help but widen his eyes:
"It's a big event indeed."
"They're queuing to get in here, people squeezing against each other."
"Such tragedy, so tragic, a silent assassination actually made these high and mighty gods and believers gather here!"
Mohrsik, as the Death God, previously felt quite out of place.
Thinking about it now, being out of place seems to be the only way to remain uninvolved.
After all, I'm the Death God.
I don't meddle in the affairs of the living.
Nor would the living's assassination target me.
They can't possibly make me die again, right?
