“Ah fuck that king, that shitty old bastard!”

The Crow opened its eyes after hearing some noises. This was a valley with neither artifacts nor humans. It was a remote area to the west.

The Crow was here because it gave up its homeland to get some sleep in an unfamiliar place, but…

“You damn bastards, see if I trust any bastards with artifacts from now on!”

The Crow sighed after continuing to hear someone swear.

The time was at some point in the B.C., an era of war when the Hellenistic civilization was still present.

There were numerous people grinding their teeth in anger like this after being harmed by artifact users.

‘I finally found an ideal spot to enjoy a nice rest… I guess I can't sleep anymore.’

The dying human looked like a monster and he was quite chubby.

His clothes showed that he was a slave who was far from power or wealth.
Basically, this was not a human an artifact would find useful in this Battle of the Monarchs.

The Crow was tired of everything.

It was tired of the artifacts that had become accustomed to bothering and killing humans. It was tired of humans that continued to get brainwashed by artifacts without stopping.

‘That Crow goddess defended the humans until the end though.’

That was probably the reason.

[You're so damn loud.]

The Crow sighed.

[Human. This is not a good place for a human to die. You will be eaten by the artifacts. Go over there and die if you want to die.]

Well, it wasn’t like...