Kartora had traversed countless eras.
She had seen civilizations rise and fall, gods perish and be reborn, and ages lost to oblivion.
Yet never—never—had she encountered an age like this one, where so many Fake Gods existed at once.
What she had seen just now, those Fake Gods who surrounded and attacked her, were only the beginning. In the distant horizon, her perception stretched further—there were tens of thousands more, all of them radiating the aura of the Fake God level.
And the most absurd part of all… was that they were all coming for her.
Kartora exhaled softly, the faintest sigh escaping her lips. Then she released her mind power, allowing her consciousness to spread like a tidal wave through the land and sea.
But what she found was unexpected.
The aura that belonged to herself—the version of her that existed in this era—had suddenly vanished. It had been there just a moment ago, distinct and unmistakable, but now… it was gone, hidden deliberately.
