What was the answer?
Death was an everyday occurrence to Matem.
He had obtained the method to become a true god. The closest he had come to death was a century ago, on the day he betrayed Nephthys, the Divine Bird who trusted him.
Nephthys should not have died, nor would Nephthys have died, until Matem stole Nephthys's flames, plucked out the Reverse Feather, and destroyed the Spirit Jade.
Those flames blazed within his chest. As long as they did not go out, he, like Nephthys, would not die.
But...
"I am a true god! True gods are immortal and indestructible! I! Agh!!!"
Pain. Pain came from his chest.
The blazing undying flame, at the moment he answered, at the moment the Demon Raven on Ye Qiyan's shoulder stared at it.
[Shh~]
He could not resist the demon's [Bewitchment].
Matem meant death in the ancient language.
It was not his real name.
But it was the existence he feared most.
He feared death.
Ever since the day he suffered defeat in a high-level Platform World and escaped from a certain high-level platform by abandoning his companions, the members aboard his train, and even all his carriages.
His fear of death had taken root and sprouted deep within his heart.
So, after he learned of the existence called [Transcenders], of the Wasteland's divinity, and of real gods.
He spent many years before finally finding a way to become a god in this Platform World.
Yet now, at the very moment he truly became the god he longed to be, he discovered in shock a fact he had forcibly forgotten, only for the [Demon]'s whispers to force it awake.
"I... can die?"
Thump, thump-!
The flames within his chest pulsed violently.
As though guided by something, they burst out of his chest.