Chapter:37This Is My World Now - Is it wrong for a Godslayer to Have a harem goddesses

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It's too late for me, Godou. But not for the others. That whole town is going to die unless you distract him."

"I...can't. I can't do that. I can't let you die."

Ena somehow still has the strength to bring her hand up to his face. He can feel it quivering against his skin as it becomes colder and colder.

"You have to, Godou. Because you're a hero."

"I'm not a hero." Godou physically recoiled upon hearing those words.

"I hope not," May said wistfully.

Godou looked up, stunned.

"Heroes always die. And I don't want you to die, Godou."

"May..."

"I was the only chef in the Hostess for a long, long time," she said, interrupting him. "Sure, there were the others, but when it was time to work, it was only me in the kitchen, and the rest would be outside waiting tables. Then you came along, and I was really glad that you did, because I never realized how lonely I had been until the day you went back into the Dungeon. I was worried, you know, that you wouldn't come back."

Damn it, Godou realized. He hadn't even told May before he left. He'd made her worry, and now he felt like an ass.

"I know we don't talk a lot," the Cat-Girl continued, "but it was reassuring and fun just to have you cooking at my side. The way I knew I could count on you when we were behind orders, or the way I'd help you when you were overloaded. I never realized how much I wanted a fellow chef with me in the kitchen."

"Sorry." Godou found himself apologizing again. "I didn't mean to make you worry."

"It's not your fault, you were just doing what you thought you had to," May said, trying to laugh it off. Godou knew she was trying to cheer up the mood, but the weak chuckle she made only made things sound worse. "But you know, sometimes it's okay to be a little selfish. Like me right now, I don't want you going back to the Dungeon even if it means that people might die."

He desperately wanted to do just that. Whatever was going on in the Dungeon wasn't his problem. This wasn't his world, and his sudden appearance here was only a byproduct of the root cause. This wasn't his war to fight. He wanted to be selfish. There had to be other people in this world that could fix it.

But he just couldn't do it.

"I'm sorry, May. I'm still going back. I have to."

May tried not to look disappointed, and Godou felt like he was scum of all mankind when the Cat-Girl had to wipe away a tear. "Spoken like a true hero. Maybe that's why the adventurer life isn't for me," she lamented, looking away momentarily. When she turned to face him again, she had a renewed expression of determination. "Promise me you won't die, okay? It's not just me, a lot of others will be hurt, too."

"I promise," he said resolutely. He would never allow himself to die. At least, not until whatever had brought him here was destroyed.

Because there was one thing he had realized. If there was a way for something to bring him here, then there was nothing stopping that entity from summoning another Campione.

And if that ever happened, then every single God and adventurer in this world would be at risk.

Godou had only been in Orario for slightly more than a month, and somehow he'd already fallen in love with it. The way of life. The people. The Gods. More than anything, Gods like Loki and Ganesha had to be protected. They were good Gods, Gods that treated human beings like their own flesh and blood. Gods that had a good sense of morality. Gods that were willing to give up power in order to help those they loved. They were Gods worth believing in, and therefore Gods worth protecting.

Godou knew that not every God was like them. But then again, not every Campione was like him. If they came, they would not see things the way he did. Gods would become their prey. The Dungeon, their playground. The people of Orario, their subjects. There existed Campione even worse than Heretic Gods, and Godou had seen them with his own eyes.

And then Godou had made a decision he had wanted to avoid making the past month. This was now his world, and he was going to protect it. And there was no way he was ever going to allow some battle-hungry, glory-seeking, violent, Godslayer to meddle with it.

He had chuckled when he had arrived at such a

conclusion.

All so I could live a normal life.