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Chapter 2035 Why Am I Still a Mortal?
"He was a very conscientious person."

Blazer suddenly spoke, seemingly to himself, but he was actually talking to the old guys who might appear at any moment. He was a man who was never alone, not alone in any sense.

"Really? She seemed quite indifferent to me."

Amaterasu peeked out from behind Blaze, wrapped her arms around Blaze's neck, and swung her feet, the bells on her boots making a crisp sound as they jingled.

She seemed to be standing up for Blaze, while Blaze patted Amaterasu on the head, in a good mood.

It's good that strangers come here, choose to be their true selves, and unleash their potential.

Some outsiders still choose to remain in their own world—their offline world—and there's nothing wrong with that.

That's all about being serious and genuine; there's no difference between playing around seriously and living life seriously.

Ice233 is the kind of person who chooses to live life seriously. Whether it's the scrutiny during a first meeting or the dullness during conversation, it doesn't matter who they are facing or what world they live in.

That's why Blazer hopes Ice233 can keep going; the hardship in her life stems from her desire to be a hard-working person.

"Even bad people who work hard deserve respect."

"However, most bad people will choose to take shortcuts and be lazy at crucial moments, thus becoming bad people who are not worthy of respect."

Blaze stopped and turned to look in one direction. An orc dressed in a savage orc priest's robes was standing in the shadow of a tree, watching him.

Not only on their faces, but also on their bodies, twisted polygonal structures grew, a testament to the polygonal hybrids that were once considered auspicious and even noble among orcs.

Originally intended to prove that the orcs were about to become a unified whole, it instead became one of the two reasons that split the orcs, both internally and externally.

The external reason is the brutal law of the jungle imposed by the Great Beast God, which caused constant battles between various clans and tribes, creating immense pressure. The internal reason is that the multi-horned hybrids consider themselves superior, discriminate against other orcs, and proclaim themselves as the new orcs.

Before the orcs had even unified into a single entity, this tactic naturally backfired, causing them to become completely hostile and reject the multi-horned hybrids. Furthermore, the elimination of the multi-horned hybrids aligned with the Great Beast God's law of the jungle, leading to their tragic end.

However, the fact that multi-horned hybrids are considered auspicious is not entirely due to the blind pursuit of beastmen; there is a reason behind it. The beastmen's pursuit of multi-horned hybrids actually stems from their worship of the Great Beast God.

Legend has it that the Great Beast God was the first multi-horned hybrid. Now it seems that the Great Beast God is indeed special enough. If he successfully unites all the beastmen and breaks through the limits, he can be described as the chosen one.

It is reasonable for the beastmen to worship multi-horned beings, and thus the priests of the Great Beast God are mostly multi-horned hybrids. However, being multi-horned does not mean having a higher probability of becoming a blessed being; receiving a blessing is entirely random.

However, this also meant that within the priesthood of the Great Beast God, those with higher status and power were the multi-horned, hybrid, blessed priests. Even today, there are multi-horned decorations that can enhance the power of the Great Beast God's prayers.

"They actually appeared in front of me so brazenly."

Blaze shook his head helplessly.

There's no way around it; the blessed possess an almost flawless immortality. The only flaw—the possibility of dying of old age—actually makes the blessed's immortality completely without any weakness, and there's no way to prevent a blessed person from being resurrected.

It is no exaggeration to say that if there were a way to kill a stranger other than by dying of old age, that method could kill any being in this world, even a god. Just like the River Styx, those who are blessed and fall into it will die forever, and gods who fall into it will lose their divine power. Only Typhon, like a suffering saint, can float in the River Styx and not sink because he is lighter than the river itself.

"What brings you here? If it's to provoke me, then you can go back now. To be honest, I'm getting a little tired of this. Just over a week ago, a bunch of dwarves were jumping around in front of me."

Blaze shrugged, seemingly casually, but he had already identified the multi-horned hybrid in front of him, though the other party seemed to have some kind of identification-proof equipment.

In this way, it becomes impossible to determine whether the other party is the recipient of the blessing.

The multi-horned hybrid priest simply watched and observed Blaze until the footsteps of the orcs could be heard in the distance. Only then did he put on his hood, and a sentence came from the shadow of the hood.

“You are special, just like the Great Beast God, but you can’t beat the Great Beast God.”

Blazer raised an eyebrow but didn't refute it, because he had heard this kind of talk too many times, and now all he could think was, "Whatever makes you happy."

Amaterasu, on the other hand, was clamoring to have a go at the multi-horned hybrid priest.

"The Great Beast God is some insignificant little god from some obscure place. He doesn't even have a name. What makes him think he can defeat us?"

"Aren't you going to object?" The multi-horned hybrid priest ignored Amaterasu and instead asked Blaze.

"Fine, fine, I'll argue back then." Blazer sighed helplessly. He didn't like this bickering part. There was no benefit to winning, and it felt like he was just bragging.

"I don't think the savage orcs are exactly the kind of people who are kept in the dark. You should know very well who I am."

"Let me make this clear from the start: I am someone who will be serious when I need to be. I will never go easy on you in a fight just because I like you or understand your predicament, and make you accept defeat willingly under the same conditions."

"I'm not storming your strongholds and destroying them all right now because I'm worried you'll fight to the death."

“That’s right, that’s right!” Amaterasu waved her fist. “If we weren’t so kind, we would have wiped out your base right now!”

"You do possess unparalleled power, but no matter how strong you are, you will be destroyed. The gods of the Age of Gods, along with the Age of Gods, will turn into dust and the past under the great wheel of time. This is your inescapable fate."

"You are a god of the old era, a god who became a god by following the rules of the old era, but now it is the new era."

Blazer's expression darkened, which is why he hated arguing. Winning only brought him temporary happiness, but losing and having his sore spots touched was truly agonizing.

Amaterasu seemed to have thought of something, and froze, all the harsh words stuck in her throat.

The multi-horned hybrid priest gave Blazer a deep look from the shadows created by the hood.

"If you are an invincible god, then why are you still a mortal?"

(End of this chapter)