As he understood it, newborn babies should be intensely curious about the world, eager to explore the unknown.
But that little fellow had clearly been different. He had looked terribly anxious.
As though something ahead had made him desperate to get there.
That only made him more curious.
He passed one tentacled monster after another, then saw monster after monster clad in golden armor, wielding enormous axes as they slaughtered the tentacled creatures in a frenzy.
Only then did realization dawn on him.
This world was at war.
The little fellow had rushed onto the battlefield the moment he was born.
After devouring the corpse of a tentacled monster,
he had already taken on the appearance of an adult.
Perhaps this was a special ability of theirs.
"Damn it, isn't this just bullying?"
Perhaps it was because of the tentacled monsters' kindness, or perhaps there was some other reason.
Regardless,
as Chaos Heaven looked at these giants, he felt an overwhelming disgust.
They were slaughtering an entire race.
Relying on their indestructible armor and the Heavenly Dao-Class Weapons in their hands—enormous axes—they were slaughtering these Tentacle Monsters.
After many of the gigantic tentacled monsters died, the giants carried them away.
Perhaps there was a slaughterhouse behind them.
Chaos Heaven stepped out and headed behind the giants.
These giants ignored him as well.
It was as though he did not exist at all.
A battlefield like this, a battle between such peculiar races,
was something Chaos Heaven had never seen before.
They seemed to have eyes only for one another, and their only enemies were each other.
Following the traces left by the dead Tentacle Monsters, Chaos Heaven slowly made his way to a Space Portal.
It appeared to be a fixed Space Portal, left completely open.
The sight left him