Just as Xiao Ming had transformed, preparing to lend a hand
He suddenly realized something was wrong.
The gods present had disappeared.
The arena, once so crowded it could hardly hold another soul, now stood half empty.
And then, a calm voice echoed across the silence:
『Carl』: "With just you bottom-feeders, you dare think of killing me?"
『Carl』: "The only reason you're still alive… is because I haven't bothered to lift a hand."
Xiao Ming froze and turned toward the source of the voice.
Carl stood at the edge of the arena.
His back faced Xiao Ming, his enormous cloak rippling in the wind, making it impossible to see his expression.
But where were the gods from just a moment ago?
A breath ago, tens of thousands of gods had surged toward Carl, intent on slaughter.
Vanished in the blink of an eye.
Tens of thousands, wiped away in an instant.
The scene was staggering.
Those gods had filled half the arena, packed shoulder to shoulder.
Now, nearly every seat stood empty, leaving only a scattering of faint silhouettes.
Xiao Ming's eyes widened. He even wondered if he was seeing things.
Could it be… Carl had killed them?
No. That wasn't possible.
That was tens of thousands of gods.
Even if the gods of this world weren't as glorious as their myths, they weren't weaklings humans could casually compare to.
Yes, Lü Bu and Adam had each won.
Yes, they had even slain gods.
But those victories were exceptions.
The gods—even this version of them—were still far stronger than mortals.
And among them were powers like Zeus and Shiva, beings who stood at the pinnacle.
Not to mention the sheer numbers.
Xiao Ming believed Carl could defeat them.
But to kill that many at once? Surely it would take time.
Even if Carl could crush each god with a single punch, that meant throwing tens of thousands of punches.
At a rate of one punch per second, it would take more than a thousand minutes.
Surely it wasn't possible to do all of that in the blink of an eye.
That was why Xiao Ming had transformed, planning to help.
But now, he was stunned.
They were simply… gone.
The only explanation was that Carl had ended them.
But the speed, the sheer magnitude—it was unbelievable.
Just then, a trembling voice cut through the silence:
『Shiva』: "Wh-what… what just happened?"
It was Shiva, the highest deity of the Hindu pantheon.
All five of his eyes were wide open, disbelief flooding every gaze.
When Odin, Loki, and Ares had fallen, Shiva had expected he too would soon be struck down.
But then the gods had surged forth.
Shiva's heart had leapt.
No matter how strong Carl was, surely he couldn't overcome such numbers.
When the gods attacked, Shiva had charged forward as well.
But before he even reached Carl—
And when Shiva saw him again, Carl was already at the edge of the arena.
Meanwhile, the gods who had filled the stadium—were gone.
A dreadful suspicion gnawed at Shiva.
But he dared not give it voice.
Because if it was true… this human was terrifying beyond belief.
『Shiva』: "Where are the gods?"
His voice broke into hysteria.
『Shiva』: "Where are the gods who filled the stands?!"
He locked his many eyes on Carl.
And he was not alone.
Xiao Ming, too, stared at Carl.
Even Brunhilde, her heart hammering, had turned her gaze upon him.
The words Carl had spoken, paired with the vanished gods…
She already had a dreadful idea.
The human spectators, however, weren't thinking that far ahead.
They looked only at the viewing stands.
The same gods who had roared for Carl's death and humanity's destruction—
Seats once jammed with divine figures now lay empty.
『Spectator A』: "What happened?"
『Spectator B』: "Where are the gods?"
『Spectator C』: "I don't know…"
『Spectator D』: "Did I imagine it? I swear they were just charging the arena a second ago."
『Spectator E』: "I saw it too! And now they're gone!"
『Spectator F』: "Too strange… those gods are too strange…"
Because their disappearance was so abrupt, none dared imagine the truth.
Carl slowly turned his head.
His eyes met Shiva's, calm and implacable.
『Carl』: "Those gods? Of course, they're dead."
Shiva's voice cracked, trembling with disbelief.
『Shiva』: "That's impossible! Those were tens of thousands of gods!"
『Carl』: "What's impossible about it?"
『Carl』: (smiling faintly) "Shall I give you another demonstration?"
Shiva swallowed hard. He no longer dared to speak.
The strength radiating from this man was unlike anything he had ever faced.
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The tens of thousands of gods who had stood here moments ago
They had been killed by Carl.
The thought sent ice through Shiva's veins.
Why hadn't Carl killed him yet?
For Carl, slaughtering gods was nothing unusual.
At first, he hadn't intended to kill them all.
But they had left him no choice.
One after another, the gods had risen from their seats, rushing toward him, blades and curses raised high.
Carl would not let such enemies live.
And so, with effortless contempt, he cut them down.
Tens of thousands of divine beings.
He had left a handful alive
Shiva. Hermes. Heracles. Aphrodite.
And a few nameless, weaker gods.
The ones who had stayed in their seats.
The ones who hadn't dared raise a hand.
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