“Tell me about the oracle,” Crockta asked the man.0

The man refused to speak, but as Ogre Slayer drew closer to the back of his neck, he turned ghastly pale and opened his mouth, “God has ordered your death.”0

“God? Why?”0

“I don’t know. I just listen to God’s commands and execute his will. God commanded your death and lent me a sword and his strength. I am only here to kill you as he has ordered. That is all.”0

“Who is your God?”0

“My God is an Old Mountain God who collects what he sows and takes away as much blood as he sheds.”0

Crockta tilted his head. He had heard of the Old Mountain God before. It was a small religion spread in some mountainous areas of the continent. It was mostly worshiped by mountain dwellers, but it had a brutal doctrine compared to its serene image.0

Still, why did the Old Mountain God suddenly want to kill him?0

The man went on while Crockta was thinking, “Accept your fate. Others will come for you, even if I don’t.”0

“Do you mean to say there are others?”0

“You know nothing, huh? It’s not just us. All the Gods of the continent have whispered your death. I mean, even the benevolent Goddess of Mercy wishes for your death.”0

Crockta’s face crumpled, “Why on earth do they want me dead?”1

“We do not know the affairs of the Gods....0