Chapter 462

Rangka had thought about what it would feel like to die.

According to nonhuman legends, their souls would fuse with the spirits of their ancestors after death and become a part of them, protecting their kin from afar for all eternity.

However, he had also heard legends from the human side. They said that after a person died, their soul would be retrieved by Lord Hades and become the cornerstone for him to build the Underworld. They would fall into hell for eternity, and they could only be saved if they believed in other gods. Most of the sayings were quite consistent, but there were differences in what gods to believe in. As for which god to believe in, it depended on which church you asked.

Still, that did not seem to be the case for believers of the God of Games after death.

He felt as if he was floating in a dark ocean, unable to see or feel anything. It was illusory but real, and he could not breathe but would not suffocate.

He could even vaguely sense the presence of something nearby, and if he tried his best to feel it with his mind, he would get a vague feedback from the Player's forum.

But before Rangka could understand what was going on — dead people have no brains after all — he felt his body (or rather, his existence?) being abruptly pulled by an invisible thread towards the surface of the dark ocean. It was a sensation that was indescribable, but it was immeasurably distinct and definitely not an illusion: he was breaking free from death with the help of an unknown profound power!

In the next split second, as if he had really poked his head out from the surface of the dark ocean, his lost senses returning to his body. The fresh air and warm sunlight even made Rangka want to cry.

In the next split second, as if he had really poked his head out from the surface of a dark ocean, his lost senses returned to his body. The fresh air and warm sunlight even made Rangka want to cry.

In the next split second, as if he had really poked his head out from the surface of the dark ocean, Rangka's lost senses returned to his body. The fresh air and warm sunlight even made him want to cry.

Rangka, who knew little about human religion subconsciously assumed that they were the 'angels' that the priests and white-robed monks always spoke of, while he himself had already arrived at the divine kingdom.

In his hazy but reverent gaze, the 'angel' spoke.

"Hey, where did that rabbit head come from?"

Soon, other voices spoke up beside him.

"Where? Where's the bald head? "

"There's a disguise system already? Why are people still bald these days? No way, no way! "

"I don't think the Green Sea Turtle (Harmony) headgear that's popular these days is any better than bald head."

"Still a good friend even if you don't mention the head."

The divine kingdom was a little noisy.

After a while, the feeling of being in a trance gradually faded, and the scene in front of him became real.

At first, Rangka had thought that he might not have arrived at the divine kingdom due to the commotion around him since the 'angel' definitely felt off. Still, he doubted his own judgment when he saw the scene before him.

In the first place, the Long Ears' tribe was one of the more destitute ones. Almost every house was a thatched hut, and when the sea winds blew from the Dark Tide Coast, the entire tribe would hide in burrows and be prepared to rebuild their huts the next day.

Even if the Long Ears had yet to move out of the Vierlin Plains and had fallen to such dire straits, their houses were merely built with wood and clay. To put it nicely, it was a building filled with the style of the nonhumans of the Western Continent, or to put it bluntly, it was a primitive, natural mud house.

Moreover, with the War of Gods breaking civilization and the difficulty of communication between the two continents, there was naturally a gap in the speed of human civilization's recovery.

The Eastern Continent was still passable, or at least had quite a few grand cities. It was different on the Western Continent, however. Due to the dominance of the nonhumans and their widespread presence, they occupied much of the living space of humans. Coupled with years of small but exceptionally frequent wars, the Western Continent's cities were generally a size smaller than the Eastern Continent's, and their civilization was much less developed.

Rangka had been to several human towns around the Vierlin Plains, but most of them were filled with filth and disorder. Moreover, most of the building materials used were limestone and mud powder, giving the overall impression that they were rather dull.

And yet, the town before him was completely different. It was much more beautiful and luxurious compared to the Long Ears' lands or the human towns of the Western Continent. The Reading Room

In Rangka's mind, if a divine kingdom really existed in this world, it would be like this.

The streets were flat and paved with red bricks, clean and tidy, with not even dust to be seen, let alone trash. Both sides of the streets were filled with beautiful and exquisite rococo buildings, while the edges of the streets (which were actually sidewalks, but Rangka didn't know that) were adorned with intricate metallic decorations (fire hydrants), lampposts that were straighter and taller than trees, as well as benches and other facilities. Although the people on the streets appeared to be in a hurry, there was no gloom or worry on their faces, only happiness and vigor.

It was only then that Rangka realized that he was standing beneath a levitating diamond-shaped sculpture. The Long Ears had one of those Players too, but compared to the one that stood out from the surrounding buildings, the one that stood tall in the middle of the street was very fitting and complemented each other.

What a wondrous and inconceivable place it was!

Rangka would bet the Long Ears he was so proud of that even the streets of Vanador, a kingdom within a kingdom on the Western Continent, would not compare to this place!

On this street, even the plants and flowers that were casually planted on both sides of the road were so unique. The towering stalks that were more than two meters tall, the emerald green leaves that were bigger than oysters in big bowls, the delicate and beautiful purple flowers with rare spots, and the sharp teeth hidden under the blooming petals.

Wait a minute.

Teeth?

"Howl! Howl! Howl! Howl!"

"Aaaaaargh!" The screams of a human.

"Oh my god! Mister Marni is going to be eaten again! "

"Who the f * ck (planted this plant)? Wasn't it forbidden to plant offensive plants in the town? "

"That's so inhumane!"

"Stop joking around, Mister Marni is going to die if you keep that up!"

"Damn it, that flower is so strong that I can't beat it. Hurry up and get the peashooters!"

"The peashooters were already eradicated. Can the first-rate Players do it?"

"Most of the first-rate Players are out on quests. Who else is in the town?"

[Player Marni Wilf is dead. He was killed by a man-eating flower (tentative name).]

"Alright, everyone disperse. Remember to inform Mister Angora and have him send someone to move the flower away."

As a result, the onlookers gradually dispersed, as if nothing had happened, and continued to do their work.

Only Rangka, who was witnessing such a situation for the first time was left at a loss.

Huh … isn't this a little different from the divine kingdom I had imagined?

Suddenly, a slightly familiar voice came from the side.

"Eh? Isn't that Mister Rangka? Why are you here? "

Rangka shuddered and came to his senses. Turning towards the voice, he found that it was someone he had met a few times before.