The golden chest suddenly stood directly over Lukas's shoulders and said in a knowing voice, "Of course it is me. Who else could it be? Were you expecting someone else?"
The chest did not wait for Lukas to speak. Instead, it looked around with a slightly surprised gaze.
"Indeed, you are the chosen inheritor of the Death God. To stumble upon the legacy of the legendary Sword God as well… as expected."
Lukas had been focusing on the chest the entire time, so when he heard the mention of another god, a chill ran down his spine.
The trials from the Death God's inheritance were still fresh in his mind. The fact that he managed to walk out of there alive was only because of a single reason: he was meant for it. Because of his undead nature, he was not immediately turned into bones… but there was nothing about him that a Sword God would fancy.
