The creature roared, and the roar was so loud that Danilo felt his eardrums burst—then everything went dark.
When he woke up, he felt the greatest pain of his entire life.
Since arriving in this place, he admitted he'd had incredible opportunities, but the torture he'd been suffering here was unimaginable.
With the Amazon Bitch, he had endured terrible humiliations and torment, yet the pain he felt now was on an entirely different level.
It was as if he'd been thrown into lava.
His body felt like it was melting, yet he could not die.
A torture… a truly horrifying torture.
He remained like that for a long time.
He couldn't open his eyes—he couldn't even feel them.
When he was swallowed by darkness before, at the hands of that Amazon Bitch, it was cruel.
He had thought that would be the worst despair he would ever experience in his life.
But who could imagine that, in less than an hour, he would suffer something even worse?
Minutes passed until he felt the lava begin to dry. His body, due to his supreme regeneration, started to restore itself rapidly.
When he tried to rise from the magma, he felt his skin and muscles knitting together.
It was not a pleasant process—painful, yes—but compared to being trapped in a void of darkness or submerged in magma, regeneration was almost a relief.
When his eyes finally recovered, he looked around and found himself surrounded by molten golden lava.
The entire area was destroyed, melted away.
The lava had consumed everything… and killed every creature nearby.
He looked at his watch—47 minutes had passed.
Just 13 more, and he would leave this place of death.
He swore that once he got out, he'd grow stronger—so strong that he'd come back and massacre everyone here.
He thought of the Amazon Bitch and hoped she had died in that flood.
"Hey, something's moving over there," a voice called.
He turned—and what he saw left him speechless.
The corpse of a massive dragon lay before him like a fallen mountain.
What he thought was lava was, in fact, the creature's blood—thick and golden, covering everything.
Beside the dragon's corpse stood beings that didn't seem to belong to this world:
a colossal golden crow, probably as large as the dead dragon;
a white dragon with a sacred aura;
a white stag with crystalline antlers;
and, among them, a pair of humans.
When they saw Danilo, their faces filled with surprise.
Then, with a simple motion of the man's hand, Danilo's body began to levitate.
He was lifted through the air, gliding over the golden blood, toward the group.
As he moved, the rest of his body—still half-submerged in the black dragon's blood—regenerated bit by bit.
The man who had raised him watched silently in awe.
"A human, rising from the blood of a slain dragon…?" said the white dragon, whose voice was distinctly feminine.
"And the worst part—he's only level 1, of common quality."
Danilo looked up at the towering beings before him, then glanced at his watch again—12 minutes.
He sighed.
"Shit…" he muttered.
He couldn't help but lament his bad luck.
Originally, his plan had been simple—hide within the dragon's blood until the timer ran out.
Yes, the blood burned him alive, but in that inferno, it was the safest place possible.
Few creatures would dare approach the remains of a being like that.
And despite the agony, he could regenerate.
It was just a matter of patience and persistence.
Twelve more minutes—and his era would begin.
But fate had other plans.
Just when things started to look up—
Just when he caught a glimpse of hope—
…he was summoned by the monsters who had slain the monster.
There were humans among them, but Danilo wasn't naïve enough to believe they would show kindness toward one of their own race.
This world followed the law of the jungle—the weak were nothing but ants.
Worse still, he was on the twelfth floor of the Divine Domain.
How had a level 1 being like him survived here?
It should have been impossible.
"How did he survive?" asked the golden crow, her voice soft yet thunderous.
Danilo looked at the massive crow, then at the others.
The terror on his face was unmistakable.
Even his survival instincts refused to act—the fear was so deep that his mind simply shut down.
He couldn't even bring himself to think about escape.
Normally, when faced with danger, the brain scrambles to find an exit, any solution.
But this time… he felt something new.
A situation so dire, so hopeless, that even his mind refused to imagine a way out.
"Yes, it's truly strange—and at the same time, fascinating," said the man.
He was tall, muscular without being overdone, his skin dark as obsidian, yet his beauty was almost excessive.
This man was truly handsome—perhaps a little more than Danilo. Maybe even a little more than me, thought Danilo bitterly.
"Alright, everyone. He's terrified. Let's calm him first, then start with the questions," said the woman beside him.
She was just as absurdly beautiful as the man—white-skinned, blonde, her eyes shimmering gold.
Looking around, Danilo noticed the other females—despite being of different races, their voices carried a melody so pure, their presence so noble, that he couldn't help but grumble to himself about God's cruelty.
Some people, he thought, God made too perfect.
And others—like him—He seemed to have made without enthusiasm.
At least, he smirked inwardly, He gave me a black dragon twenty-five centimeters long.
A soft light emerged from the woman's hands.
"You have received the Blessing of the Calming Heart."
The tension, fear, and panic that gripped him slowly faded until he felt calm once more.
He looked at her gratefully and nodded.
"Now then," said the golden crow, her voice regal, "the question we all want answered: how did a level 1 common ant fall here?"
The golden crow shifted, taking on a human form—just like the dragon and the stag.
All three were women—and, like the others, breathtakingly beautiful.
Danilo was about to respond when he saw, cradled in the golden crow's arms, a small figure—almost like a child.
A black woman, her armor shattered and her body drenched in blood.
She was gravely wounded, yet even in that state, her eyes burned with pure hatred.
Yes—
The figure in the crow woman's arms was none other than the one Danilo had mockingly named The Amazon Bitch,
Nzinga Otchali.