Who's next?!

I stand there, completely still as a pole, as the rain of blood falls on me, cooling the heated air yet burning the ground as the blood is somewhat acidic in nature. Though my body can handle it.

I just relax my body, my eyes looking up as the blood pelts my body and slides down it to the ground. All I do is look towards the heavens and think, "Am I getting close enough." Then my gaze hardens as my thoughts changes to "It doesn't matter cause I will be strong enough."

This is most of what happens to my mind and thoughts after each battle, as after so long, it is still, at times, difficult to believe that I will ever be strong enough to get my vengeance. But then I shove those weak thoughts down deep and harden my heart once more, as no matter what, I will make sure that I am ready. So then my gaze returns back to the ground I stand upon.

Next, what follows the rain of blood, is the chunks of meat that begin to fall around me, as if decorating the landscape for my victory over the titan. Nothing that falls is complete; in fact, it is even hard to tell which chunk of meat goes to which body part.

What my attack did, was, in a nutshell, put the titanic cyclops in a blender in the sky. The pure force of the attack shredded him into absolute pieces and liquid, leaving not a shred of life behind.

A heave a deep breath as I calm my rapidly beating heart, as it was a close battle. I could have died many times over if I made even a single mistake. That was the kind of enemy I just defeated. The strongest yet, proving to me that I am getting closer to my goal. How close? Well, I won't know until I try.

So all I can do now is continue fighting and training until there is nothing I can do to become stronger than I was a second before. I will surpass my limits until no limits are left. That is my will, my fortitude, and my clear-cut thoughts on the matter. No unnecessary emotions to cloud my judgments, as they are not needed.

Just strength. That is all I need. And this victory proves that I am on the right path.

And soon enough, the blood rain ceases to a halt, as the ground is dyed red with countless little holes dotting the ground. Then there are the huge meat chunks that fill the landscape as if a slaughterhouse just dumped all its products out here.

I gather some chunks and start eating. I sink my teeth in, no longer bothered by the raw meat, as even my own teeth have evolved, becoming sharper like canines as I tear into it, eating it like a savage.

Yet I can almost immediately feel the surge of strength as I swallow eat pieces of chewed meat. It flows through me, giving a little strength to every part of my body, evolving me one step forward with each bite and each swallow.

So what if it is raw or that it came from a humanoid beast? Those are the worries of a privileged person from a better world. And those worries left me long ago when my mind did.

Now the only worries that plague my mind are if it is enough. Enough to get me where I need to be to slay a God. No slaughter the Gods. As I don't even want it to be a fight. I want to overwhelm and bring despair upon the very gods that put me here. I want to slaughter their very existence, leaving them unable to even fight back.

That is what I want. The only thing that I want.

Nothing else matters anymore. A single purpose drives me, and the only purpose I need.

So without further ado, I dig into each chunk I find scattered across the devastated land that showed the scars of our battle.

I eat to the brink to fill my stomach, then I lay down and go to sleep.

The next day rises, so do I. Then I eat more until I am full; I practice my spear thrusting and more thrusting until night. I sleep once more until morning rises.

This is what I repeat for the next month until every last chunk of titanic cyclops meat is gone from this earth, showing that nothing is left of my enemy. Even his corpse was consumed by me, and he gives me strength to take down more enemies.

The day that I had finished the last bit of his meat chunks, I belched loudly, shaking the earth for miles as I stretch my body and began to test out my new strength after having fully finished off my foe.

First, without the spear, I began with punches, jumps, kicks, and even throwing some rocks to see how much I improved.

As I was already incredibly strong, to begin with, the increase isn't overly large, but still noticeable as I am faster and stronger. My body is tougher, with my muscles even more firm. Though I have stopped growing, having reached eight feet in height.

Then I take my spear in hand and begin to practice my spearmanship. The thrusts, the strikes, the throws, and even the ultimate moves. Not much difference other than being slightly more powerful in nature.

I also want to create even more spear styles as most of my are just very strong forward thrusts or throws. At least, my ultimate attacks are. I will have to train to try and create something new, something even better to kill a god.

But for now, I need to decide my next foe. My next target is amongst the remaining monsters and beasts that inhabit this realm. I will slay them all to fuel my strength.

This is my declaration that I, Arthur Haze, or at least what remains of who I once was, will kill and devour anything to get stronger as I will slaughter each and every God that has wronged me!

So who is next?!