Side Story 6-1: The God of Death's Observation Journal (1)

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Journal Entry #1

I became a god.

Specifically, I became the God of Death.

This is crazy.

Someone like me is a god?

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The God of Death was climbing a mountain.

“This place is desolate every time I come here.”

Crunch.

He stepped on a black bundle of sticks which turned into ash and scattered into the air.

The god stopped walking for a moment and looked around.

“…….”

Black ground.

The ground was cracked as if there had been a drought, and only a red liquid was flowing where a river used to be. Only the black boulders were maintaining their shapes.

“The only things here are rocks.”

The dried trees were all black regardless of their heights, and there were no grass nor wildflowers around them.

Furthermore, the sky was the color of ash and did not even allow the tiniest amount of sunlight to reach the ground.

“Tsk.”

The God of Death clicked his tongue and continued walking to the top of the mountain to meet the owner of this land.

“Hey!”

He shouted toward the small temple on top of the mountain.

Actually, it was just a shabby little hut rather than a temple.

“Hey Shield dude!”

One of the two people on a bench in the yard outside the hut turned his head and scowled after seeing the God of Death.

“That stupid bastard! I told him not to call you like that!”

“Why are you getting angry? Are you the shield dude? The person he is talking about is calm so why are you throwing a fit? Are you petty as well since you’re a cheapskate? And how dare you call a god a stupid bastard? Look at this punk constantly crossing the line.”

“Ow!”

The person shouting at the God of Death could not hold back his anger and clenched his hair with both hands.

His long rose-gold hair fluttered like burning fire in the air.

The God of Death snorted at this and sat down on one side of the bench.

“You’re here?”

The other person of the two greeted the God of Death with a gruff expression on his face. He then turned his gaze and silently wiped a rock shield that was so old that it was cracked.

“Hey Shield dude.”

“What?”

“Your disciple crossed over another mountain.”

“…Ahem.”

“You smiled right now, didn’t you? Didn’t you?”

The corners of the gruff man’s mouth slightly twitched and the God of Death did not miss it. The corners of the man with the long rose-gold hair’s lips also twitched, but the God of Death paid him no attention.

He seemed to be teasing the man wiping the rock shield as he asked.

“Does it make you happy? But it seems like you already knew about it. Were you watching everything despite pretending not to care? Hmm?”

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