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Playing Gods and Impressive Weapons

"How come they came to such a conclusion? I mean, you are..."

Danzel in response shrugged his shoulders before sitting on a small bed.

"An undead? Well, that's one reason." He said while staring at Shiro.

"Apparently our actions and looks are close to 2 gods that those natives believe in."

Pointing his finger at Shiro, he continued.

"You Shiro, they take you as the god called White Life because of your long hair and for the fact that you healed that one guy's arm. And though I ain't too sure, some of those natives might worship you as the god who brought life."

He then pointed at himself.

"While for me, they believe of me being the god of death and that brings the cold, called Harsch Death. Honestly, so idiotic." Danzel shook his head.

Although 4th-tier existences could be seen as god-like figures to the common man as they held strength far more immense that their own imagination,

It was far, very far from the truth.

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