The God of Death controlled Blasphemer finally entered the church.
"At last, I see you."
"I didn't expect it to be here... Indeed, even if I don't approach death, death would actively draw near me."
That greeting, like one from an old friend, echoed in the spacious Living Church. The young Blasphemer looked at the Initial Death God before him, his face brimming with a bizarre excitement and anticipation. He began babbling nonsensically like a lunatic, which made the Initial Death God suddenly feel a chill up his spine!
He truly felt a chill!
"Blasphemer! But you feel different... from those weirdly acting, often demented usual blasphemers... No, they couldn't be considered normal people, who has infinite resurrections anyway!"
"In any case, why does this young Blasphemer in front of me give me a direct sense of fear in my soul! He clearly doesn't look strong, his clothes are a mess and are hideously ugly!"
