Medieval rabbit

“A qualified Artillery Master must have enough attack range! That is why it’s reasonable for me to have a 3-kilometer-wide cannon,” Kerr Cowell said as he watched the people around him react with dumbfounded reactions after his firework display.
Tens of thousands of different races were thrown to another world and forced to wage wars against each other. That marked the start of a new world where survival was the sole focus.

My Cannon Is Three-Kilometer-Wide

Having just gotten up and eaten breakfast, Finn Bush hadn't managed to leave the house yet when he received a message from Carl Jacob Company. Upon seeing the message, he couldn't help but sigh and look out the window distractedly, not knowing what to do for a moment.


Since becoming a deity, this was the first time he felt so lost.


Clearly possessing unprecedented power, but seemingly unable to do anything with it.


Not for his direct withdrawal from the world.


Rather, he didn't withdraw cleanly. He should have faked their deaths, letting everyone believe they both perished in order to truly retreat completely. Otherwise his removal would never be complete.


Staring at the conversation on the message panel in front of him, his expression shifting unpredictably, he began contemplating how to fake their deaths. For a deity, faking death isn't an easy thing to do.


Chapter 377: And this plan, they named it - Deceive the Sky and Cross the Ocean!