In Kusanagi Godou's long life – one thousand and two hundred years to be exact – he'd experience many things. Fighting a God or Goddess to the death? Yeah, Godou do those things once a month or sometimes twice. Fighting his fellow Campiones? Yeah, he does it sometimes. Being killed in some way or another only to revive? He didn't know how much he thanked his authority to this day. Being challenge by some egotistical mages that thought they can kill him with minimum difficulty? Sic a divine beast to those fools as a lesson.

And these are but a few that he faced in his lifetime, a mere drop in the ocean so to speak.

Even to this day he'd wondered why he didn't just roll over and die against the King of the End. Of course these are merely shallow thoughts as he seriously wouldn't commit suicide just because the fate is intent to toy with his life.

Still…

"Where the hell am I?" Even as Godou ask to no one in particular he's already scanning his immediate surroundings – a habit from his many misadventures and these being such case, at the back of his mind he idly reminded himself to never use a gravitational force related authority inside a time tunnel no matter what unless as a last resort – and what he saw are trees, and more trees, and even more trees.

"At least it's a forest instead of a warzone." Muttered Godou nonchalantly while smiling at the memory, who knew that two army of opposing sides are willing to join forces to kill a 'magically' appearing person?

If he were any younger that time he'd probably curse every god that he has some antagonistic relationship.

The years that had passed by has some more for Godou, whether that be good or bad nobody can tell. Rather than owning a territory and settling done in a country he'd instead became a 'traveler'. He'd traveled all over the world to experience new sights, new tastes, new places to explore and sometimes fighting every 'worthy' opponent that he encountered, whether they be man or god, villains or heroes. Any previous inhibition are all but gone, ironically enough he's still the most reasonable God Slayer to this day.

Of course, being a traveler he's also the first to go to Mars and to nearby planets after he'd been bored of Earth. As for his lovers, well… he's ashamed to still be ignorant of a girl's though processes – the girl are grateful anyway because he's obviously correcting his known mistakes – but it's obviously better than that Alec fellow.

Breaking from his brief trip down memory lane he looked around his surroundings' to see five that vaguely resembled a path. Shrugging, he headed west according to the constellations when he'd checked. Godou's choice in destination was more of a feeling than careful consideration of his surrounding'. If there's one thing that he trusted more than anything it'd be his very own instinct, it rarely failed him in his own life after all.

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After thirty minutes of walking Godou came upon a mansion, though he think that it is a little weird for it to be in the middle of the forest. Though the mansion is big but it's obviously abandoned when he saw the red paint peeling off around the edges and the thick moss. Walking inside the house he came upon a sight that halted him in his tracks.

Ba-dump!

A redheaded person is collapsed on the ground surrounded by their own blood.

Ba-dump!

A person with a cut off arm.

Without thinking about it, Godou already activated the [Raptor] and he's by the side of the person so fast that it looked like he teleported when he had simply run, in god's speed that is.

"Oi! Are you alright?!"

Godou gave himself a mental kick as soon as that question slipped out of his mouth. There's no way anyone would be okay with that kind of injury. Thankfully it seems the woman – she has breast, duh! – was still alive, albeit barely.

Looking around the area to see if there's something that he can lay her on he saw a couch by the dark corner, fortunately he has night vision as good or even than a nocturnal animal.

Cracking his neck and rolling his shoulder after laying her at the dusty couch he examined if she has any more injury other than her left arm. Finding none he activated one of his authority and cloaking his body with divine magic while his expression was set in a grim determination.

"Well," Muttered Godou towards the unconscious woman. "This will be a long night. Be grateful for my generosity."