Michael originally thought Glacior would sit there for a long ti but didn’t expect that in just a few seconds he stood up. His body looked a bit more stable but still seed like soone on the verge of death.
"Huh? What is he planning to do? Is it because he knows he’s about to die so he’s not even bothering to try anymore?"
This strange behavior made soone like Michael, who doesn’t understand anything about this world, feel extrely confused.
Third technique – Absolute Zero Seal!
Ice pillars rose from the ground in a completely illogical way and then gathered together to form the shape of a small ice block about five ters tall. Glacior grabbed a small piece of ice, sharpened it into a chisel, and began carving the ice block.
???
He’s heavily injured but instead of healing, he’s carving ice? Is this the soul of an artist disregarding their own life?
The more Michael watched, the more confused he felt about his actions. Since it had just started, he didn’t know what shape Glacior was planning to carve.
Glacior carved lightly, looking like a normal touch, but a block of ice weighing several hundred pounds imdiately fell off.
Michael watched with wide eyes in shock. He felt that even when he was at his healthiest using all his strength, he could never do sothing like that. Maybe it was due to technique issues, but strength also played a significant role.
"Demigods really are a bunch of monsters. From what I see, even if they’re on the verge of death, a fully ard soldier would still die from one slap from them."
Most of the ti Michael saw them using techniques, but the monts they fought with martial arts were no less terrifying. One normal punch from them was more than enough to blow away a tank.
Watching Glacior carve was also quite captivating. Michael felt like he was watching tutorial videos. But this tutorial was a bit fast. Before he could understand anything, he had already changed movents.
Soon Michael could clearly see it was a human figure and, more specifically, a woman. With this much data, it was enough for him to understand what Glacior was doing.
"Their relationship is really good. He’s badly injured but still has the mind to make a statue for her. But maybe this is like a ga to Glacior so it’s not really difficult for him."
From what he saw, Glacior was really skilled with ice. When he had free ti, he probably played with ice often, which was why his movents were so professional.
Not long after, Glacior stopped. The statue was mostly finished, but the level of detail wasn’t high. But Michael was sure that anyone who knew Rias would recognize it imdiately.
He also made her a gravestone while he was at it. Consider this a farewell gift he gave to her. Anyway, this was sothing he often did, so it wasn’t too hard.
"This should do. I’m really tired right now so I won’t do more. Who knows how long this statue will last?"
After saying that, he sat down, closed his eyes, and his whole body stayed still like a statue. It would probably take quite a while for him to wake up.
Raphael was also his friend, so logically he should make a statue too. But he thought Raphael still had a chance to live, so making a gravestone for him now felt like cursing him.
Michael observed that Glacior’s mood was very complicated. There was so relief, but also regret. Yet he didn’t cry. Instead, he smiled gently. In his opinion, the mindset of these people was truly admirable.
"Now there’s probably nothing left to see. I reckon these guys will stay still for at least a few days. I don’t have the ti to sit here watching them with their eyes closed."
He felt that them lying in this desolate place wasn’t really dangerous. In the past, there might’ve been so danger due to the existence of energy monsters, but now this place had beco a dead zone.
Let alone energy monsters or other animals, there wasn’t even a blade of grass to be seen. Ignivar’s fire really burned thoroughly. It burned until the ground was barren with no signs of life.
Looking at the state of the battle, Michael imdiately deduced that this world had no environntal protection laws. He felt that even if factories discharged waste into the environnt, they probably wouldn’t devastate the environnt as much as when demigods occasionally fought each other.
"System, take to that god."
[Are you prepared? If you don’t communicate properly and fail to prove your own ability, you won’t receive power from the god.]
???
What’s that supposed to an? Is this going to see a god or going to a job interview? Do gods even have this kind of interview thing too?
"I got nothing to prepare. Just go and et directly. He’s not the only god here anyway."
Genie was a god too, so he definitely wouldn’t act lowly in front of other gods... Unless he got beaten badly, then maybe he would.
Since he said that, the system didn’t have anything more to say. It directly threw Michael’s soul to a special space.
The scenery before Michael suddenly changed without warning. It was still a vast area with unfamiliar mountains and forests. Maybe the only slight difference was that the plant sizes were a bit bigger.
"Where am I?"
Michael scratched his head in confusion because before him there wasn’t even a single living creature, let alone a god. Could it be that the size of a god was so massive that the naked eye couldn’t see them entirely?
Before he could get an answer to his question, an even bigger question mark appeared. He could fly?
The mont this thought appeared in his mind, Michael acted like a non-swimr who had fallen into water, flailing his arms and legs wildly... Realizing he could swim, Michael used breaststroke movents to constantly ’swim’ upwards.
But no matter how much he struggled, nothing changed. He didn’t fall down, nor did he fly up. Moving left or right also didn’t work. It felt like he was stuck in mid-air by so kind of invisible glue.
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