Uchiha Dance King: "@Oldest Godslayer, are you going to the Virtual Battle Arena with me now, or will you wait until I claim my reward and finish enhancing my Otsutsuki Bloodline?"
Madara Uchiha looked at Marquis Voban, clasping his hands behind his back with a faint smile on his lips.
Oldest Godslayer: "Heh heh, so what if I wait until you finish enhancing yourself?"
Oldest Godslayer: "To me, failure is merely nourishment for growth."
Oldest Godslayer: "You've only briefly pulled ahead of me. It won't be long before I catch up."
Marquis Voban gave a cold snort. Since he was going to lose either way, he might as well wait until Madara Uchiha finished enhancing himself.
At least then, losing would be easier for him to accept.
Shendu: "Then what about me?"
Oldest Godslayer: "And @Shendu, you're no different."
Oldest Godslayer: "I won't let you stay ahead of me for long."
Before Shendu could say anything else, Marquis Voban spoke directly to him.
They were only two losses. Marquis Voban despised failure, but he could accept his own failures; the abilities brought by failure would give him greater motivation to hunt Heretic Gods.
As for those "nourishment" fools, they actually dared not descend into the Human World just because he had slain a few more Heretic Gods. What a bunch of trash.
But it did not matter. They could not escape. One by one, he would drag them from myth into reality, then hunt every last one of them and turn their Authorities into Points that would make him stronger!
Sooner or later, he would succeed in enhancing his Godslayer Status three times!
Not only his Godslayer Status, but his Authorities, his Magic—everything he possessed had to be enhanced.
Catching up to Madara Uchiha and Shendu had never been his