Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 112: Ascending to the God Level
Faced with the Golden-Winged Roc, which could be called a god, the Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage should have been terrified.

After all, this is a colossal being that can be called a god, a true monster that transcends the ordinary. Whether in terms of strength, stamina, or the techniques it has mastered, it is not something that mere mortals can contend with.

However, the Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage never considered backing down.

On the one hand, it's because he has more important things to do right now; he wants to create a world with saber-toothed tigers and mammoths, so how could he possibly stop here?

On the other hand, it's because he's not fighting alone at this moment.

Although he was the only one fighting, behind him, on the other side of the snowy mountain, were all the Ignivas people.

When all the Ignivas people did everything in their power to supply him alone...

"boom--"

The towering flames even lit up the night sky.

This power, which can be described as a natural disaster, is completely beyond human control. Even though the Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage is the bravest warrior and the strongest mage, his body is already overwhelmed.

But this was something that didn't matter to him at all.

He swallowed large amounts of the food's essence, and the fine powder that melted in his mouth quickly nourished every inch of his body, injecting new energy into his almost dried-up flesh and blood, allowing him, who was on the verge of death, to be revitalized time and time again.

The wisdom accumulated by the Ignivas over thousands of years flashed through his mind, from the records of the Crimson Shadow, the notes of seekers, or even folk proverbs spoken by ordinary people... All the thoughts he had heard and seen were gathered and condensed in his mind, allowing him to know how to deal with those situations that were about to get out of control.

The dying body came back to life time and time again, and the raging flames that were about to get out of control were stabilized time and time again.

Under repeated control, the raging flames gradually became as docile as a saber-toothed tiger and a mammoth, gradually becoming like a part of his body, and even gradually becoming as easy to control as his own arm.

This is not an adjective, but a true sense of being able to direct someone as easily as one's own arm.

The missing left arm reassembled, and the flames took shape again.

He did lose an arm, but at this moment, he gained something far more powerful than an ordinary arm.

"So that's how it is..."

He unleashed a fiery fist at the golden-winged roc in mid-air.

A thin line of fire flashed past along the edge of the fist.

Meanwhile, the golden-winged roc in mid-air silently fell from the clouds.

"So that's how it is... Wait, what did I do?"

It was at this moment, when he came to his senses from the intense battle, that he realized just how extraordinary his feat had been.

Just now, he actually defeated that terrifying Golden-Winged Roc.

You must know that this Golden-Winged Roc is already a mythical creature. If this Golden-Winged Roc were to appear in the frozen north, in front of those ice-field people, they would definitely worship it as a god, as a lost eagle god. In ancient mythology, only the great serpent god truly shot down the eagle god of those ice-field people.

The idea of ​​one god killing another is still within the realm of understanding.

But now, he has killed a god while still a mortal.

"Is this really possible?"

The Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage was even somewhat dazed.

However, the golden-winged roc falling from mid-air, the left arm made of flames, and especially the memories he had just retained, were all clearly reminding him of this.

Yes, he really could do it. Not the kind of "I can do it" kind of thing, but something he could actually do by reflecting on how he did it—the wisdom and experience of generations of his tribe provided him with endless inspiration and countless solutions to problems. And the unwavering logistical support from his tribe gave him countless opportunities to try and fail.

With such support, he can confidently and boldly make any attempt, whether he makes a mistake once, twice, or even three or five times. It doesn't matter to him, because he can afford to wait.

But if he gets it right just once, it's a huge improvement.

Through endless attempts and repeated corrections, he eventually mastered power comparable to that of a god, until he finally brought down a true god from mid-air.

"This is... the path to godhood."

Upon realizing this, the Thirty-Sixth Akakage inexplicably recalled the end of the Old King's era.

The last Old King, named David Day, also sought to be on par with the gods with a mortal body. However, according to the records of the Ignivas, this arrogant Old King ultimately failed. Now that I think about it, the reason why the Old King failed was probably because he lacked one crucial element.

"He made godhood his everything, which is why he was unable to achieve it."

The Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage vaguely sensed that he had grasped something crucial.

The person who most wanted to become a god, even with the resources to do so, ultimately failed. But he himself never thought about these things; he never made becoming a god his goal, and that's what brought him everything.

"In other words... the more you want something, the less likely you are to get it."

In an instant, the thoughts of the Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage were like a wild horse, galloping along this path.

He vaguely felt that he had grasped something, a feeling that was extremely difficult to describe, not something definite, but this vague feeling was extremely important.

However, just as he was about to grasp that feeling, the howling wind pulled him back to reality.

That was a golden-winged roc in mid-air. The golden-winged roc, which had already fallen halfway, actually took flight again—even though flames had already ignited on its chest, the golden-winged roc was still desperately flying towards the distance.

"They didn't kill them...?"

The Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage sighed.

But he only sighed; he didn't feel any regret. After all, he had only just mastered this power, and being able to severely injure the Golden-Winged Roc with a single blow was already an excellent result.

As for what comes next...

"There's no need to chase after them and kill them."

Without pursuing the fleeing Golden-Winged Roc, the 36th Generation Crimson Shadow turned his head and looked at the great snow mountain behind him.

"After all, I have now grasped something much deeper."

Looking at the snow-covered mountains, his gaze suddenly became profound.

Yes, he wanted to create a world with saber-toothed tigers and mammoths.

Neither saber-toothed tigers nor mammoths were the most important.

Most importantly, there is the world itself.

"Even if saber-toothed tigers and mammoths go extinct, it doesn't matter."

"We just need to let them grow back."

(End of this chapter)