From his voice alone, Aditya could feel a dominant aura so strong that it made his knees tremble even harder.

"*Puih! Gajah Mada, don't expect me to surrender Sunda to Majapahit in this lifetime! If you really want it, take it from my corpse!" replied a man dressed in Sundanese aristocratic attire of that era.

Aditya wanted to turn around to see who was speaking, but his head was forcibly turned back to face forward.

"What are you doing, fool! Look at the enemy in front of you and don't show your back! Show those Majapahit scoundrels that Sundanese warriors are not afraid!" the man who spoke scolded Aditya fiercely.

Immediately, Aditya's body trembled with fear. Aditya had already had a nightmare when Mrs Murni scolded him, of course he would not be able to bear the gaze of a knight who was used to seeing blood.

Aditya's mind went blank, and he could only stand still like a statue.

Gajah Mada and Wisesa exchanged a few words that Aditya no longer heard. At this moment, all his senses felt completely numbed by the fierce glare of the Sundanese warrior beside him.

But before Aditya could regain his bearing, suddenly, Wisesa's voice was heard from behind him,

"ATTACK!!!"

Without waiting, the Sundanese warriors behind Aditya pushed his body forcefully, causing him to fall forward. He didn't have time to prepare himself, and his face thudded into the ground as he lost himself in thought.

Before Aditya could cry out in pain or shock, his vision was filled with the footsteps of soldiers passing him by. Without seeing Aditya lying helpless, the Sundanese soldiers trampled him heavily.

In reality, these warriors were just running as usual, but their bodies, forged to face battle, were incredibly tough.

A weak and flabby Aditya, who lived on fast food and a lax lifestyle, couldn't withstand the weight of the Sundanese warriors stepping on him.

Aditya tried to scream, but his voice stopped abruptly after a warrior stepped on his chest.

His soft ribs instantly broke, piercing his lungs.

Aditya's voice choked, and his face contorted in agony, but it didn't last long before the feet of other warriors came stomping on his head. His vision instantly darkened, and he felt the pain of a broken nose.

After that, the footsteps of other soldiers rained down on his bedridden body.

There is a chance that Aditya's suffering could not have been unintentional if these soldiers hadn't been shouting and glaring at the Majapahit soldiers in front of them ferociously.

It all happened so fast that he could not fully comprehend it. Before he could react, his body was already battered and lying on the ground miserably.

Only his sense of hearing remained, but it was overshadowed by the sound of the warriors' clashing swords.

Aditya was left behind, helpless and stricken, his body lying against the sky, his chest caved in from broken ribs.

The pain he felt almost drove him insane, but death did not come.

Slowly but surely, Aditya was tortured in silence, with only faint moans escaping his shattered lips.

Never did he imagine that he would be killed not by the swords of Majapahit warriors but by the trampling of Sundanese warriors who should have been on his side.

Aditya continued to whimper and moan until his chest could no longer move. His swollen eyes stared at the blue sky, filled with fear.

No one could ever tell how terrifying death was.

A body slowly chilling, vision gradually fading, a heart ceasing to beat, and then it all ended in darkness.

That day, for the first time, Aditya experienced how terrifying death could be.

[Congratulations, you have died for the 1^st time!]

Along with the blue panel congratulating his death the darkness disappeared as the sight of thousands of Majapahit warriors lined up in neat rows came back into view.

His body was restored to its original state, with no sunken chest or face crushed from being trampled to death before.