At this point, killing became so boring because he gained nothing out of it. Every time the golems went down, they just went down and it was a whole desert swarming with golems. The more he killed them, the more they erupted.
He did play dying scenarios a few times, but it was not enjoyable to willingly throw himself at death like that.
He needed a drive
They had to be something.
Something that he desperately wants to overcome.
'...That guy...Thard-Harl...' Raith covered half of his face as the corner of his lips arched up upon mentioning his name.
'Damn, Thard-Harl really did a number on me...'
[You have died]
[Level Up!!!]
[You have gained +4 stat points]
[Due to the title effect of One Who Devours Death, you will be revived]
He stood up slowly, all his clothes were tattered, especially that last attack where the golem smashed its leg on his back and his spinal cords broke right before he died.
