Why can't humans do it too?

Chapter 216 Awakening of the Divine Seed

“Different races utilize elves in different ways. For example, forest elves use magic spells, sea elves use their natural abilities to charm, or winged elves use sheer numbers to win. Besides what Mr. Monkey knows, there are many other races that achieve maximum damage by directly destroying elves—the most typical example being the machine race, many of their offensive and defensive measures are implemented in this way.”

"Them?" Suer wondered, puzzled by Xin Ke's choice of words. Although Suer had long known of the name of the Machine Race, he had never seen one before.

"A race composed of machines created by an unknown divine species, whose actions are completely aimless, surviving in the world solely for defense and counterattack. They are nothing more than machines, not even living beings," Xin Ke casually glossed over.

"In short, it is precisely because organic Kaizos and similar methods of use can cause irreversible damage to Pokémon that, if Pokémon were not constantly flowing out of the Pokémon Corridor from all over the world in an uneven manner, Pokémon in many places after the successive wars would probably be so scarce that they would be difficult to see."

"I see... an important turning point?" Su'er murmured thoughtfully, looking down at the divine essence immersed in the sea of ​​elves. After a long while, he couldn't help but ask, "Approximately how long will this recovery take?"

"Who knows? Maybe a year? Maybe ten years? Maybe a hundred years? I don't know more about the divine species than you do, Mr. Monkey," Xin Ke's slightly playful words did not put Su Er at ease; instead, they made him even more worried.

After all, Xin might have several centuries to wait, while he might not even be able to wait a century.

"Don't worry, it will definitely take a long time to recover all your strength, but it shouldn't take long if you only need to regain your consciousness. Mr. Monkey, you don't need to worry too much." Perhaps noticing Su'er's heavy expression, Xin Ke's words suddenly softened as she comforted Su'er.

"Huh? Really?"

"Really~"

"That's good... I hope he wakes up soon..."

With a forced smile, Suer lay on the edge, quietly watching the pot-shaped marrow.

Although he knew that Xin Ke was probably just trying to comfort him, Su Er did feel a little more relaxed after hearing such a positive answer.

Wake up soon, you divine being.

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Like clocking in for work, Suer maintained a regular schedule every day. Apart from daily exercise to maintain physical fitness, he spent all his remaining time chatting with that pot-shaped marrow.

Although he didn't know how different the feigned death of a deity was from that of a human, judging from the fact that this deity had responded to him before, it was still possible for it to do so—but Suer always felt that it was probably because it was annoyed by him that it made a sound.

Would a deity awakened under such circumstances really have a good temper towards him?

Despite harboring such doubts and feeling uneasy, Su Er persisted with this method of therapy. After all, he really didn't have that much time to wait. In fact, after a sudden inspiration, he simply developed the habit of talking to himself while exercising.

To be honest, it was a journey without a destination, and Suer was even prepared to wait for more than ten years. However, the surprise came so unexpectedly.

[...in vain...]

The deity spoke.

Although the first thing he said was to discourage her, at that moment, Suer's joy was so great that it seemed to reach the heavens.

This was about a year after he placed the divine essence of the jar-shaped spirit seed into the Sea of ​​Spirits, much shorter than he had imagined.

“…Ah, great divine being,” Sul took a deep breath and tried to steady his voice, “My name is Sul, I am a human, and I have come to pay my respects to seek answers to some questions.”

An indescribable sense of tension washed over him; Suer could even feel the muscles in his face twitching slightly. He was currently speaking to a noble deity, and not one like Okan, who had openly displayed goodwill.

Even though He couldn't currently perform the exaggerated feat of creating a real miniature world with a wave of His hand like Okan, His own power was already enough to crush Jibril underfoot.

The embodiment of the concept, its very existence is the most powerful magic. Information about the divine species kept flashing through Suer's mind, which added to his tension.

[Questions...are meaningless...]

The voices of the divine beings are indistinguishable by gender, without any distinction between male and female, so ethereal that they seem as if a thin veil is passing through the ear.

“It’s still very meaningful,” he added reflexively, before Suer belatedly realized that something was wrong.

What's wrong with this deity? I didn't even realize what it meant when I first heard its words, but now it's still trying to persuade people to give up.

The image of someone working overtime to earn money to support their family, dragging their tired body home after get off work, only to find their wife making love with someone else, and wishing the world would end and everything would cease to exist... That's just too depressing, isn't it?

Or is this the personality that emerged under the influence of His own conception?

What kind of god is this? A god of despair? A god of hopelessness? A god of sorrow?

While constantly trying to figure out what this divine being represented, Suer kept talking non-stop, as if afraid that this seemingly abnormal divine being might suddenly say that chatting was pointless and then shut up the next second.

“You see, at least you only know the direction to move forward after you have questions. For example, you will invent a telescope if you are curious about the scenery in the universe and the distant stars. You will explore the causes of various diseases if you are curious about them. In the end, you will discover the microscopic world that is imperceptible to the naked eye. Uh, I mean, that’s how humans in my world are.” Without hesitation, he poured bowl after bowl of chicken soup into the mouth, conveying positive energy to the gods.

To be honest, during this long talk session, Suer basically went through all his knowledge over and over again to barely keep the waiting from becoming lonely. This divine being should already know everything he needs to know, so there's no need to deliberately avoid anything.

"As the saying goes, small doubts lead to small progress, and great doubts lead to great progress. If you don't even have any doubts, how can you improve yourself? Right? Right? It is precisely because you have a direction that you can move forward with a clear purpose and motivation." Suer rambled on for a long time before realizing that this was no longer a time for him to talk to himself. What if this rambling was considered disrespectful by the deity?

Chapter 217 The God of Suspicion

Fortunately, this pessimistic god—whom Sur temporarily referred to in his heart—did not seem to mind Sur's rudeness. Instead, he sighed and continued speaking. His existence affected the world, and his joys and sorrows were reflected in it. At the very least, Sur deeply felt that despairing emotion.

So... why be curious?

Why move forward again?

Ultimately... does everything really exist?

Suer's chicken soup seemed to have no effect at all; in fact, the nameless deity began to doubt it, one sentence after another.

"...Um, why...why do you think like that?" Su Er couldn't help but ask after rubbing his face vigorously.

What is this? The god of philosophy?

Why does everything exist?

What is the world?

[And who are we, pondering these questions?]

【…】

As if a floodgate had been opened, the nameless deity began asking questions in quick succession.

Suer is about to reach his limit.

He has never been a person who enjoys studying philosophy, and the questions posed one after another by the gods are making him feel like he's about to break down. He's really starting to lose his composure.

Is he here to study these things?

"Um, great god-race sir?", interrupting the god-race's seemingly endless barrage of questions, Suer asked nervously, "May I ask what concept you represent—?"

This time, silence finally fell. After a moment, the nameless deity, for the first time, did not throw out a question in return, but simply gave an answer.

Suspicion

?

So, does it mean a question?

Suer felt like he understood something.

I was born to question the "why" of the unconscious, the mindless; I am the god of doubt, the very essence of skepticism.

Whether it was his imagination or not, for the first time, Suer heard a sense of pride... or even a boastful feeling in the tone of this suspicious god.

"That's amazing!" Although she had no idea what was so amazing about it, Su'er still offered her praise immediately.

What makes it so impressive?

"..."

There is no time to talk today.

"How about this, I'll ask a question, and if you have any further questions, you can ask one, sir, is that alright?" Su'er decisively broke the deadlock of endless questions by proposing this.

[One for one? It's not impossible.]

Whether he saw through Suer's little scheme or simply didn't care, the God of Suspicion calmly agreed.

“I once had the honor of meeting Okan, the creator of the goblins. He once guided me to a small island in the east where I could find the answer I was seeking. I am now convinced that he was most likely referring to you. My question is—how can my race, humanity, gain the same status as other races in this brutal war? How can we possess the strength to fight against other races?”

Without hesitation, he asked the question he had been searching for with so much effort and time. Even if the divine species couldn't answer his question, it didn't matter; he had already gotten what he wanted.

[Having one's own god]

“But humans are not a created race, so how could they possibly have their own gods?” This answer did not satisfy Suer at all, and he asked anxiously.

What are you?

Instead of answering Suer's question, the God of Suspicion brought up another issue, and Suer realized that it was the turn of the gods to ask a question.

That treacherous fellow!

Suddenly feeling helpless, Suer knew things wouldn't be that difficult. The God of Suspicion, seemingly indifferent, wouldn't leave him any loopholes to exploit.

"I am human, a species that evolved from wild monkeys," had no choice but to answer the question posed by the God of Doubt, but he received a negative response.

No.

Even though you and they both evolved from beasts, and even though I haven't witnessed it firsthand, everything in this world originated from the Elven Corridor. That is to say, if we trace back to the origin, you and they are not the same race... Even so, are you still human?

Moreover, your soul...

He abruptly stopped speaking, and the voice of the God of Suspicion suddenly fell silent.

With a few casual words, he shattered the lie that Sull had used to convince himself; in truth, he and Riku and the others were not even of the same race.

But, it doesn’t matter.

“Even so, we are still human beings,” Sue replied through gritted teeth. “We share the same beliefs, have similar bodies, and can even understand each other on a spiritual level. As long as we uphold the banner of humanity, then we are all human beings.”

Before the god of doubt could refute, Sue preemptively said, "It's my turn to ask a question—how can humanity realistically possess its own god?"

It's just an opportunity, a possibility... and that opportunity lies within you.