The Unnamed God. I'm really Not a God You Guys!

WHAT THE FUCK!

There is something weird about this situation.

Me with a kitchen knife.

In front of me the headless body of the young master.

Slowly falling to the ground.

Blood gushing everywhere.

Everywhere.

I barely used any force.

He looked pretty strong. I didn't mean to kill him at all.

Just render him unable to fight back.

I'm not even sure what happened. I just acted instinctively.

The kitchen knife sliced in like butter.

But I couldn't let him have his ways.

**** is bad! Let it be known The Unnamed God Sect says it is a big no-no!

I wanted to stop him. Well, he is definitively stopped right now.

Forever.

Any way to glue the head back?

Let's check his pockets he might have some medicine in case his head suddenly falls off!

As if! *flips table*

But seriously what do I do?

Wait let's get the victim to safety first. I pick her up and make her lie on her bed so she can get some rest.

She seems paralyzed but otherwise fine. With every second that passes, she seems to be regaining control over her body. That's good.

Now back to the murder scene!

Okay, how do I take care of it?

Oh, I know! I just need to put the body in a plastic bathtub and get the right chemicals!

A plastic one because we all know how it ended for these 2-friendly sellers of …what was the name? The blue stuff…

Yeah. Big nope again. I don't remember exactly what the chemicals were and I ain't in a modern world.

Wait there is magic here. I just need to find someone to cast it. This family won't be able to help me. The mother is a cook, the father a hunter, and Zero a pure swordsman.

Magic users are especially hard to find in this hunter town. Like I've never searched for one, but I also never saw the shadow of one.

Hum, I could try to dispose of the body the old-fashioned way. Maybe bury it? Maybe burn it?

At usual times I feel like putting it in a sack and dropping it in the nearby disaster zone would be the simplest.

After all, any random monster would gladly help me get rid of this kind of evidence.

Let me see I need a shovel or something to start a fire.

Oh, wait… oh my god.

Yep. Oven time. *grin*

Motherfucking oven time.

Wait? Is someone coming? I hear footsteps! *worried*

"Let's clean this up real fast."

Ouf. Don't scare me like that…. what's Zero's mother name anyway?

Meh, whatever.

[I was thinking of using the oven to get rid of the body.]

"Good idea. That's usually what I do."

Wait? Usually….

What?!

How can this woman be so scary while being a housewife?!

She is not some strong warrior or anything. She was helpless earlier.

Now she is calmly talking about body disposal.

She expertly cleans the kitchen and gets rid of the corpse.

Way too expertly for beginners. Remind me not to piss her off. Ever.

"GET YOUR PUNK ASS OUT THERE SO I CAN GENTLY REMOVE YOUR SPINE FROM YOUR FUCKING BODY!"

What?! That's …. the young master's uncle.

Why the fuck is he here?!

[How….]

"Hum. Probably some kind of magic who knows. Looks like there are many hunters outside."

[We are fucked! What do we do?!]

"We are not fucked at all."

[You have a plan?!]

"Oh. No, don't misunderstand. YOU are fucked. I'll be fine. *smug* He won't dare lay a hand on me as long as my husband and son are still alive."

*facepalm*

Thanks for the help lady. Well, actually it does make it easier on me.

I just need to make a run for it somehow.

"HURRY UP AND COME OUT YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

Sounds angry. I check the window real quick. Yep, looks angry too.

Okay, I need a plan. First, top-sided view. Time to figure out the weak link. Right there! There are fewer hunters! Also their leader…a rank 3. How about the other side? More hunters, but they look weaker individually.

Let's see my weakness are skills. I'm used to coping with raw strength and speed.

With the training I've been through I should be fine to deal with rank 2 warriors.

Alright, it's decided. I grab my gear real quick.

Then I pick the side the farthest away from the uncle.

"GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE I BURN THIS MOTHERFUCKING HOUSE TO THE GROUND. BEFORE I FUCKING RAZE IT TO RUMBLE. BEFORE I MOTHERFUCKING DESTROY IT INTO OBLIVION!"

Divine enhancement check.

I run. I just run.

Through the house wall. Through the hunters. Through every fucking thing in my way.

I call this move the Juggernaut. No reference intended.

* Sound effect of a body quickly bashing through a wall. Then another. Launching humans in the air. Then another wall. More humans. A cabbage cart. The city walls. *

I can somehow make up someone screaming in the background: no, my cabbages!

Meanwhile, the leader of my pursuers keeps shouting. He'd be an awesome personal motivation coach. With classic lines like:

"IMMA TURN YOUR SKIN INSIDE OUT!"

"I'LL RIP YOUR TONGUE AND GOUGE OUT YOUR EYES!"

"I'LL CUT YOUR DICK OFF AND MAKE YOU EAT IT!"

"I'LL FEED YOU TO PIGS WHILE YOU ARE STILL ALIVE!"

"YOU LIKE DRINKING? I'LL MAKE YOU DROWN IN BOOZE! LITERALLY!"

It helps me so much to keep running. The emotional support that would let anyone become a marathon champion I believe.

Okay not gonna lie but last one is off the mark a bit. After all, I legit almost run back to him.

I doubt it's possible for me to actually drown in alcohol with divine energy.

But then I figure that he would probably switch to the above-mentioned once he realizes it doesn't work.

So yeah, I just run.

At some point, I reach the savage archaic forest.

I recognize that tree! I also recognize that tree!

This feels great!

Okay, all the trees look the same here. Hence why I recognize all of them.

Still for once the gloominess of the forest…is not gloomy at all.

It is recomforting.

Quite similar to coming back to a dilapidated one-room apartment.

It may be small, but it is yours. A safe space no one can intrude upon.

I see that I am still getting chased. Fifty or so of them.

Were it any other place I would simply keep running and hope for the best.

Maybe beg for mercy while doing so.

But not here. I am running with a purpose.

This is my hunting ground.

Let's have some fun.