Omen Road

At the summit of a mountain several hundred meters high.

The leader of a nearby human settlement, a middle-aged man named Socha.

He wore garments made from the hides stripped off high-tier Magic Beasts.

They were his trophies, symbols of his strength.

At his waist hung two short-handled axes, their handles made of hardwood, their blades forged from special stone, their entire bodies carved with enhancement runes.

Combined with his scarred, stern face, his tall and powerful beast-like frame, and muscles as hard as metal.

His mere appearance carried considerable intimidation!

Judging by his looks, Socha was probably less than two hundred years old—still very young.

After all, humans of the Bitajia Realm had an average lifespan of four hundred and fifty years.

Once an ordinary person reached adulthood, they could engage the ferocious beasts here in close combat head-on.

If placed in an ordinary modern world, even the children here could lift heavy trucks and play with them.

As for tribal leaders and the like, those with considerable Supernatural Power could easily live for a thousand years or more.

Blocking a main battle tank shell with their corneas was merely the most basic of maneuvers.

Their bodily density and every aspect of their fundamental makeup vastly exceeded the physiological limits of humans from low-level planes.

Since the creation of the world, they had been humans by birth.

Not some Mortal things that had gradually evolved from apes.

The blood flowing through their veins was high-energy liquid power.

Between different planes, the gap between human and human was far greater than the gap between monkeys and apes.

Greater even than the difference between carbon-based lifeforms and silicon-based lifeforms, which was perfectly normal!

As for gods like the Scoti Pantheon, even without drinking titanium crystals, they could easily live for tens