The Honor of Dying

Life was always filled with surprises, frights, and all kinds of unexpected accidents.

This was an unavoidable state of affairs.

Even so-called powerhouses and gods were no exception. It was unavoidable for them as well.

Only those who could safely weather wave after wave of danger and properly handle all kinds of unexpected incidents could live at ease in this world.

In this regard.

The fellow who had been fantasizing about the future just moments ago was undoubtedly rather tragic.

They wanted to see some big news, but regretfully discovered that they themselves were the main subject of that big news.

It could not be said that the fantasies in their mind had completely ended in failure, but it was more or less the same.

At least, they had definitely seen the big news.

And they had seen it from the extremely precious first-person perspective, as well as the vantage point of being there before anyone else.

For others, experiencing such a thing would probably be incredibly difficult.

This was the kind of rare opportunity that, even if one truly encountered it, one could probably experience only once in a lifetime...

At this thought.

They felt that although they were unbelievably unlucky, they had at least experienced precious treatment...

As someone responsible for overseeing a gathering place.

The Guardian undoubtedly possessed some ability.

Ability that no one could deny.

Throughout every era, past and present, they could be considered a powerhouse.

Even if they were not an exceptionally powerful Infinite Stage Lifeform, they were at least solidly above average within the Infinite Stage, someone who could stand tall and be counted.

They probably belonged to the kind of supporting-character level who could make a barely noticeable name for themselves within the Infinite Stage.

Although this description was somewhat rude.

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