Chapter 295: #A Deep Night, Abyss of Despair (4)
Myths of giants sacrificing themselves to create the world also existed on Earth. Like Van Gogh in the East, and Ymir in the West.
Upon learning those myths when I was young, I was both scared and fascinated. According to them, humans were like insects living on the corpses of the gods, but if all of that were true, then our world too...
“Disgusting, don’t you think? That’s why I destroyed them.”
God of Destroyer's voice rang in my mind, and I saw the countless worlds that she had destroyed. I became part of those worlds, feeling the despair, pain, anger, and sadness of the inhabiting creatures as if I were them. Her disgust toward them—the very reason she destroyed them—sounded like nothing more than mindless venting.
“And what’s your purpose?”
As if reading my thoughts, God of Destroyer tilted her head in a grotesque manner. “Oh, right. Of course there’s a purpose.”
Tzzz!
The scene around me changed.
“Ugh!” I instinctively covered my nose as a terrible stench hit me.
I saw countless corpses scattered across the black, barren wasteland. Most of them were of a different species, with six-pointed, deer-like horns, while others had leopard-like heads. Were they engaged in some kind of war? The broken spears and swords stuck in the ground clearly showed how brutal the battle had been.
“This is death, which was also me, the destroyer,” she muttered dryly, snapping her fingers.