A victor's post-battle review was always full of coincidences and luck.
But a win was a win. The victors lived; the losers died.
A month later, with sufficient intelligence support, Lu PingAn looked back on that first battle and quietly counted himself incredibly lucky.
The other side had not brought followers or a legion, had not used a duplicate or avatar, and had appeared alone to hunt the weak. And because he had concealed his tracks for the sake of "poaching," no one had been able to save him.
Of course, most importantly, Lu PingAn and Chris had brought rules from another world. These imported goods, beyond the cycle of this world, were far too lethal to the locals—effective enough to kill on first encounter.
That unlucky fellow had died in a truly stifling manner. He had brought no legion and been trapped in the territory of an otherworldly god, without even the boost of his own domain. As the Weapon God, his greatest combat techniques had happened to be completely countered by a fighting master, and there had also been an assistant constantly throwing restrictions and healing abilities at him.
Two against one, with his strength already inferior to theirs—his death had been only natural.
"Mortals can actually harm gods... Uh, mortals who have reclaimed their humanity probably count as powerhouses at the starting level of heroic spirits. If gods are materialized beings as well, then it does seem possible to inflict effective damage."
Death by greed and arrogance was not limited to any one world. He had gone poaching for "newborn infants" without bringing his legion, only to be slain by an outside crocodile. The unlucky fellow had not died unjustly—just rather miserably.
"...Has the First Batch of Explorers regained their sanity?"
Returning to the current priority, Lu