Gods were close to a concept. They existed in worship and didn’t disappear unless forgotten. It was safe to say that there was no physical way to kill them. This didn’t mean that they were invincible. 

“Hayate...” Zeratul felt enough of a threat. 

A dragon slayer—Hayate made an accomplishment that wasn’t lacking compared to the gods. The decisive reason was that the gods of Asgard and dragons didn’t fight, but it was impossible to disparage Hayate’s achievements. 

A world that had been repeated infinitely for eternity—throughout all those times and worlds, Hayate was the only person who killed a dragon by himself. It was supported by coincidence and luck, but it was still the final result. An irregular among irregulars, Hayate was one of the targets Asgard was most vigilant about. 

‘Why is he standing in front of these people?’ 

Was he trying to save Biban, a fellow tower association member? No, it couldn’t be. The lives of the tower members were like worthless things. From the moment they decided to fight against dragons, it wasn’t strange for their lives to disappear. Therefore, they tried their best to be generous about each other’s life or death. 

Hayate was even reluctant to leave the tower. He knew that his traces stimulated the dragons. 

‘He would’ve stepped forward earlier if he wanted to save Biban.’ 

Hayate didn’t appear during Biban’s crisis. There...