I've attacked servants of the local empire. Its emperor will surely notice and react to this.

Destruction of the biggest and most powerful imperial castle will surely shake the empire to the core. They will be surely mobilizing all of their remaining forces against me.

Immortality wasn't offered nor asked, so I knew this would happen.

I could say dying is kind of a hobby of mine.

I die, I rise stronger and wiser.

I eat my own deaths for breakfast, it's fine.

No crying over spilled guts, especially if they're mine.

I eat obliterations for breakfast, no biggie.

The empire keeps spreading rumors that the monster is finally defeated, but the attacks continue.

The empire is extatic over the news of my death. My urge do disappoint them by coming back is stronger than even death itself.

Destroying large armies with bare paws can be a serious health risk. More lives can be gained through high-level HP upgrades.

Total annihilation of the most skilled and well-equipped imperial army looks like the breaking point of this empire. Surely, wiser generals and minibosses are already leaving the lands.

The recent defeat of their elite army has shocked the empire. Rumors will begin to spread and nobles will demand action.

All of those horse slavers that I wiped out were important minibosses, so called princes, lords and dukes of the empire. Their servants were obviously commanded to proclaim their death to be most greatest tragedy.

Loss of this strongpoint will pause imperial operations in the area.

The empire has designated me as a Menace instead of Exotic Resource (fur) on their maps.

The empire has designated me as a Serious Menace on their maps. People are starting to avoid areas near me.

The empire has designated me as a Threat on their maps. More spies ands scouts have been sent to locate me.

The empire has designated me as a Dangerous Threat on their maps. Surely plans are being discussed how to get rid of me.

The empire has announced Martial Law, drafting available men into milita armies. Many are leaving the land to avoid the draft.

The empire has designated me as a Existential Threat on their maps. People are starting to move away from the imperial lands.

Everybody remaining in the empire is afraid of the monster cat. Some soldiers and servants are occasionally deserting.

The empire is collapsing, it's generals and armies deserting in mass and leaving these lands. The forest will be safe for now, but I still have an emperor on the menu.

My rage will be forged into mastery of non-human tactics, paw dexterity and magic.

No matter how many they kill, an immortal, invisible force keeps sending new monsters against the empire until it is destroyed.

For an Immortal force who has died a 1000 deaths guiding hereos to their victories, an extra plus one does not make a big difference.

Each defeat only makes me harder, better, faster, stronger.

Dying is not a significant obstacle to victory.

Failures do not hinder my will, even if they result in my death.

Some animals collect bones, I collect experiences that result in my death. No big difference really.

Enjoying the journey holds equal value to reaching the destination.

One can transcend the fear of loss, defeat and death. I'm approaching that transcendence.

My deeply personal and existential thirst for victory cannot be quenched by a mere death.

It often triggers naturally as coincidence of strikes, increasing the average damage output.

Rapid freeze can slow down entire armies, and most of them are not well protected against cold.

I obtained the foundation for this spell a long time ago, from a magical realm far, far away.

Most of my enemies lack any protection against lightning.

Roaring is a very functional form of communication.

Magical realms in distant worlds have old battlefields covered with exotic weapons that nobody wants. It's okay to take them and rain them down on my enemies.

Loss of the summoning circle will stop imperial operations in the North.

Loss of a small army sent to catch one animal will grab the attention of the empire.

Human songs will be sung about the cat who crashed the feast.

The machine deserved some style points. The empire has lost their trump and must be terrified now.

I've destroyed a bad empire without even caring to know its name. It's time to focus on enjoying the coziness of my forest again.