As Haruto stood in shock, trying to grasp the reality that he had been reborn in Africa, something strange began to happen. Time around him started to slow down, and his parents moved as if they were caught in slow motion.
A thick fog crept into the village, its tendrils seeping through the open spaces of the humble houses, which were constructed from sticks and lacked doors. Despite their simple architecture, these homes were sufficient to shelter families; inside, they contained clay pots for storing water and dishes made of clay that added a faint, warm light to the otherwise modest village.
The fog continued to spread until it settled at knee height, swirling gently around his parents. Suddenly, Haruto felt an inexplicable force pulling his soul out of his body. His soul retained the face and appearance of his previous life. A cold whisper then echoed through the air, saying, "Come." It was the same voice he had heard just before his death—the voice of the god who had brought him into this new world.
Compelled by the call, Haruto followed the voice outside, where he saw the same figure he had glimpsed in the moments before his death. It was a woman—an otherworldly figure he had doubted to be real.
"So, she was real after all," Haruto thought to himself.
"I am sure you have many questions, mortal, but I cannot answer them all because of time," the mysterious woman, who radiated a powerful aura, declared.
"What could a god that can slow time possibly be in a hurry for?" Haruto wondered.
"Look straight ahead. A pop-up will appear," the goddess instructed, urging him forward.
Haruto stared ahead, and, as promised, a notification materialized in front of him.
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**NOTICE**
*The God of Destruction has noticed you.*
**NAME**
*Kipkemboi*
**LEVEL**
*Mortal*
**MISSION**
*Kill the god of death named Anubis.*
**REWARD**
*The power to travel through worlds.*
**GOD OF DESTRUCTION CANDIDATE 6555555553**
**ACCEPT**
*YES* *NO*
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Haruto was left in a state of confusion, trying to comprehend what all of this meant.
"My name is Liana, one of the twelve slave gods under the God of Destruction," the woman continued. "Our galaxy was destroyed and conquered by the God of Destruction. The gods he found to his liking, he enslaved. I am one of them. The reason I brought you to this new world is to help us, the slave gods, and set us free. The God of Destruction holds a contest to amuse himself. He selects candidates to represent their galaxies and dimensions. For those who lose in his games, their galaxies are destroyed. Only ten of all the chosen galaxies emerge victorious."
Liana paused, her expression stern. "Do not worry. I will grant you one of my top skills to help you."
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**NOTICE**
*Skill 'Glutton' has been added to your inventory.*
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"This skill will allow you to consume anything you have defeated, enabling you to grow faster and gain their powers or skills. If you sharpen it enough, it might even allow you to consume a god. Also, the candidates will experience dungeon breaks courtesy of the God of Destruction, giving you chances to level up. Your current level is 'Mortal.' But before the dungeon break, you must reach the level of 'Demigod.' If you fail, I will return you to your previous, boring world.
"That is why you are on this planet and continent specifically. There is a forest here—referred to by the locals as the 'Evil Forest'—that enables rapid growth. You must journey there and grow as quickly as possible. Mark my words: the dungeon break will not be kind to you. Now that I have finished my explanation, you just have to press 'Yes' and accept the contract to defend your new galaxy."
After her lengthy speech, Haruto, still confused but excited about how his life had suddenly changed for the better, pressed "Yes."
A mark appeared on his body like a tattoo, signifying that he was now a candidate in the God of Destruction's games.
The goddess, Liana, felt a small wave of relief wash over her, hoping she had made the right choice. Maybe, just maybe, one day she could be free. As she completed her task, the fog began to swirl beneath her feet, creating a whirlwind that slowly pulled her downward. Just before she disappeared completely, and as Haruto's soul was being drawn back into his child body, she spoke one last time: "My chosen God Eater, repay your debt and save us, for even gods need a hero!"
In an instant, everything snapped back to normal. The fog dissipated, and time resumed its natural flow. The villagers, sensing something was off, looked around in confusion.
"Kneel down and pay tribute! A god has visited our village!" the village elder proclaimed, his voice filled with awe and reverence.
Obeying the respected elder—who was the only one among them to have had an encounter with a god before—all the villagers knelt down in unison. The scene was surreal: the humble villagers kneeling in reverence while zebras wandered freely in and out of the village, their stripes contrasting beautifully against the backdrop of the simple huts.
The sight was majestic, a moment frozen in time, blending the divine and the mundane in a way that felt like magic had brushed against the world.
As Haruto's soul returned to his child body, a wave of drowsiness washed over him, his eyelids growing heavy. He felt the small body beginning to drift into sleep. Amidst the comforting darkness, a thought formed deep within his mind, echoing with a quiet but resolute conviction: *"I love this world."
Three white birds soared across the sky, their wings cutting through the air with graceful precision. Suddenly, one of the birds broke away from their triangular formation, diving swiftly downward. As it descended, it flew over a village, its shadow briefly passing over the simple huts and winding paths below. The village was revealed to be **Jordeyo Village**.
Among the villagers, there was a boy whose fate was soon to be rewritten. He would become one of the four monster gods, though he was still unaware that his simple life was on the brink of a dramatic change. The world he knew, once small and familiar, was about to grow far larger—and far more perilous—than he could ever have imagined.