The boy's heart was filled with terror.
If not for the little pride he still had as a Transmigrator, he probably would have run away already.
After that,
he saw Erica fight a god in order to protect Sardinia Island and the millions of people living on it.
That kind of battle—
how terrifying was it in the boy's eyes?
Yet even someone as powerful as Erica
was like a toy in the god's hands. Before long, she was severely wounded and on the verge of death.
Seeing this,
the boy completely broke down!
He no longer wanted to think about slaying gods!
His face was drenched in tears from fear as he scrambled away from there on all fours.
Damn it! Damn it!
What godslaying bullshit!
How could someone like that possibly be killed?!!
If I fail,
I'll be the one who dies!
Endless terror flooded the boy's heart, making him curse furiously in his mind.
Those damned fanfictions really had been lying. To hell with Transmigrators easily slaying gods and becoming Campiones.
After fleeing the scene,
he immediately prepared to buy a ticket and leave Sardinia Island.
Because he knew that if no one stopped them, the battle between God-King Melqart and the God of War Verethragna would destroy all of Sardinia Island.
After all, there were two gods this time.
The difficulty of slaying two gods was simply too great. With the Prometheus Grimoire, even if he missed this chance, there might still be opportunities in the future.
The boy desperately tried to numb himself with such thoughts.
However, when he arrived at the airport, he discovered that because of the Heretic Gods, all flights had been canceled for the day.
This left the boy utterly despairing.
But even so, he did not have the courage to