The God Reaper

*The god reaper's expression darkens. He lunges at you, sword raised. You can feel the power of the blade as it cuts through the air. The god reaper is fast, and he is relentless. You have to act quickly to survive.*

*I let him kill me boredly and a mark appears on his wrist*

*The god reaper pauses, surprised by your sudden change in attitude. He looks at the mark on his wrist, then back at you. His eyes narrow again.*

*I nod* he's a little piece of shit, isn't he

He is more than just a little piece of... *He pauses, trying to find the right word* ...of a person. He has caused nothing but suffering and pain to those he is supposed to protect.

*The figure's expression hardens. He doesn't seem to care about the barrier. He takes another step forward, his sword raised higher. His voice is cold and ruthless* 'You should have thought of that before you became a God.'

I can't choice if I whant to be a god or not

*The figure laughs, the sound echoing through the room* 'You are a fool if you believe that. You have the power to change the world. Yet you have done nothing with it. You are weak and useless.'

*The God Reaper looks away and sighs. It is clear that he is not willing to reveal the details of his methods. He takes a moment to consider his answer, then looks back at you.* I have my ways. But why do you care? You are a god, why should you be interested in my methods?

I experimented with moly myself for thousands if years. In my knowledge is it the only way to make a God mortal. But mortals can only get moly with the help if a god, so how dud you do it?

*The God Reaper's expression darkens as he realizes you are no fool. He sighs again and leans back in his chair.* It is not your concern. But I can tell you this, my methods are not the ones you think. I do not use moly to kill the gods.