Three hundred years ago.
Redundant data that had not been promptly deleted by the Forest of Rules, within a sandbox environment that had yet to be fully isolated.
Endless Great Forest.
Goblin Empire, core zone.
Chaos, noise, and sounds whose meanings could not be discerned reached his ears, activating dormant nerves and awakening his sleeping consciousness.
Kratos felt as though his body were plummeting from a tremendous height, accelerating wildly all the while.
The instant he jolted awake, he swiftly recalled everything that had happened before he lost consciousness.
He was dead.
He had died to the God of Slaughter's Chosen One, Wushe, in a mutually destructive attack!
The divine might unleashed at the final moment by the authorities of "Slaughter" and "War" was far beyond what the few anti-god items he carried could withstand.
At the time, tangible killing intent had poured into his nostrils, and the thick scent of blood had made him feel suffocated.
Although he had already realized there was no saving the situation, and everything around him was pitch-black, leaving him unable to see a thing, his centuries of combat experience still made Kratos launch a counterattack in an instant.
Even if he could not kill Wushe, he would use his last ounce of strength to bite a piece of flesh off him!
However, nothing happened.
Heat, cold, pain, comfort...
No sensation reached him at all.
His soul was filled only with the terror and emptiness of having his body torn apart and crushed by the power of the authorities when Wushe had killed him.
Along with anger that had not yet burned out but was slowly fading, and confusion that gradually rose to fill his heart.
He was dead.
So this was what death felt like?
If this was death, then what about His