Rangka had considered the way it felt to die earlier than this.

In keeping with nonhuman myths, their souls would fuse with ancestral spirits after dying and turn out to be part of their ancestors, eternally defending their tribe.

Nonetheless, he had additionally heard of the human myths claiming that the Prince of Darkness retrieved the souls of the useless, utilizing them because the cornerstone of the underworld and conserving them eternally in hell, and that there was solely salvation by way of religion within the different gods—most claims have been equivalent, and there solely inconsistencies when it got here to the faith in query, as a result of that relied on church of the particular person you have been asking.

Nonetheless, it appeared that that was not the case for the believers of the God of Video games.

Rangka felt as if he was floating in a pitch-black sea, unable to see or really feel something. His existence appeared to turn out to be illusory but real looking without delay, and he was not suffocating even when he couldn’t breathe.

He may vaguely really feel the presence of a sure factor close by as effectively. If he pushed his senses, he may make out a obscure suggestions referred to as ‘Participant boards’.

Nonetheless, earlier than Rangka understood what was happening—although the minds of the useless shouldn’t be working, he felt that his physique (or existence) was being pulled alongside by an invisible risk in direction of the floor of the pitch-black sea.

It was onerous to explain that feeling, however it was immeasurably clear and undoubtedly not imagined: he was escaping dying with the assistance of an amazing however unknown energy!

Within the subsequent break up second and as if his head actually poked his head out of the floor of the pitch-black sea, his misplaced organs returned inside his physique. Certainly, Rangka had the impulse to shed tears amidst the nice and cozy solar and contemporary air.

A blur determine appeared earlier than him then.

Rangka, who had some understanding of human faith instinctively assumed that it was the ‘angels’, stewards of the gods whom the white-robed monks all the time talked about, whereas he himself had arrived in a Divine Kingdom.

Nonetheless, whilst he seemed on dazedly and in reverence, the ‘angel’ spoke.

“What the heck, why did a rabbit head come out?”

Quickly, different voices adopted.

“The place is he? The place is the baldy?”

“Who would nonetheless be a baldy with the Aesthetic System? No manner!”

“I believe the just lately trending inexperienced turtle helm is not any higher than being bald.”

“Strive to not say that out loud.”

‘This Divine Kingdom is sort of noisy, is it not?’

Moments later, the dizziness in Rangka’s head pale and the sights earlier than him turned vivid.

At first, he had thought that he was not in a divine kingdom because of the noise round him, because it didn’t really feel proper that angels could possibly be such trolls. Nonetheless, he doubted his judgment a bit of after seeing the sight earlier than him.

The Lengthy Ears’ village was a fairly rundown tribal settlement, and nearly all the homes have been straw huts. In days the place sturdy gust blew in from the Darkish Tidal Coast, your complete tribe must conceal in underground cavities and be ready to rebuild their straw huts by the subsequent day.

Even when the Lengthy Ears had not moved out of the Vierlin Plains, their homes would at most be constructed with wooden and clay given how far that they had been cornered. These have been homes overflowing with Western Continent nonhuman aesthetic to place it gently, and pure primitive clay huts to place it harshly.

Furthermore, the severance between civilizations because of the divine conflict made communication between the 2 continents tough, and that naturally led to a distinction within the restoration of human civilization on each ends.

The Japanese Continent had nearly progressed to acceptable requirements with their grand cities, however issues have been totally different on the Western Continent. The nonhumans’ affect and their extensive conquests occupied a lot of the human’s domains, and with small-scale however quite a few chaotic wars, the cities of the Western Continent have been a lot smaller than Japanese Continent cities and way more backwater.

What few human cities across the Vierlin Plains which Rangka visited felt soiled and tattered. Furthermore, since a lot of the buildings have been made out of limestone and mudstone energy, it appeared like dullness.

However the metropolis earlier than his eyes now was utterly totally different—it was way more lovely and grander in comparison with the Lengthy Ears’ village or the human cities of the Western Continent.

In Rangka’s thoughts, if a divine kingdom actually existed on this world, this is able to be it.

The even red-bricked streets (pedestrian walkways, however Rangka doesn’t know that) have been clear and tidy, with mud nowhere to be seen, not to mention garbage. Each side of the streets have been additionally lined filled with fairly, beautiful buildings, embedded with wondrous however intricate steel decorations (fireplace hydrants), together with gentle pillars straighter and extra towering than timber and benches. The folks on the streets look like in a rush, however there was no fear or blues exhibiting on their faces, they usually exuded solely bliss and power.

Quickly, Rangka realized that hew was standing beneath a hovering rhombic sculpture.

There was one other certainly one of that within the Lengthy Ears’ village made by the Gamers, however not like the one which caught out like a sore thumb in opposition to the buildings round it, the one right here that towered over the streets appeared fairly becoming.

It was such a beautiful and legendary place!

Rangka would wager the lengthy ears he prided himself with that even the streets of Vannado, generally known as the Nation of Nations within the Western Continent wouldn’t evaluate to this place!

Even the crops on either side of the streets have been completely totally different. There have been towering flower stems that grew over two meters, their emerald leaves bigger than big clams. The purple flowers have been shiny, lovely and had the uncommon spots, and beneath its blossom have been hid, sharp tooth—

Maintain on.

Tooth?

“Grooooooowl!” (A flower’s shrieking)

“Aaaaaaaaargh!” (A human’s scream)

“Oh my god! Mister Marni was eaten once more!”

“Who the heck planted that factor? Wasn’t it already forbidden to plant offense-type magical crops within the city?”

“You bastards!”

“Cease with the memes! Mister Marni could be gone in the event you preserve memeing!”

“Tch, the flower is simply too highly effective and I’m not profitable! Fast, get the peashooter!”

“It’s already uprooted. How about first-rate Gamers?”

“Each final certainly one of them had gone off to play quests. Who else is on the town?”

[Player Marni Wilf has been killed by Man-Eating Flower (temporary name)]

“Alright, transfer alongside, everybody. Keep in mind to inform Mister Angora and have him ship folks to maneuver the flower away.”

Therefore, the bystanders slowly dispersed as if nothing occurred and resumed their duties at hand.

Nonetheless, Rangka was left clean, having witnessed this example for the primary time.

‘Uh… this doesn’t fairly match the impression I’ve of divine kingdoms?’

Out of the blue, a fairly acquainted voice spoke beside him.

“Eh? Aren’t you Mister Rangka? Why are you right here?”

Startled, Rangka rotated in direction of the voice, and realized that the particular person was somebody he met a number of instances earlier than.

It was Joey Arbiter—the person who had saved following Zonyan Grayclaw round.