Why can't humans do it too?

It was a close call that he didn't blurt out those words. Su Er rubbed his temples, which were throbbing slightly. Thanks to living with quick-witted people like Xin Ke and Jibril for so long, he felt that his thinking had become quite fast and agile.

"Wait a minute," a question suddenly occurred to Su'er, who quickly looked at the pot-shaped marrow and asked, "Given your... well, personality, I mean, your personality of liking to get to the bottom of things and fight to the end is quite good. Anyway, if you always maintain a skeptical attitude towards everything you encounter, then haven't you ever thought about this question?"

"To pursue answers, you must first believe that there are answers, right? Does that mean you always have a question in your heart that you will never doubt—that is, you firmly believe that all questions have answers?" Having gained a deep understanding of what Xin Ke said about the divine species being trapped by the limitations of their own concepts and thus appearing simple-minded, Su Er was somewhat curious about how this divine species, which claimed to represent the concept of doubt, would explain this question, which was tantamount to opposing its own origin.

[...doubt...believe...doubt...believe...]

He kept repeating this sound endlessly, and the God of Suspicion was clearly trapped in a closed loop.

Will the game "Gods" have bugs? Will the game crash?

"Then I'll take my leave now. I'll come to visit again later. I wish you a pleasant recovery," he said respectfully, and then Suer quickly launched the Great Calamity Undying and drove away from the place.

Communicating with this insane, question-and-answer deity is quite stressful. The pressure comes not only from the oppressive feeling of being an elf and the deity's identity, but also from the bizarre questions and strange thought processes.

More importantly, he could no longer get any useful answers from this suspicious god. Although He gave a seemingly fantastical answer, He had no idea how to do it.

Unaware of Sull's departure, the God of Suspicion continued muttering to himself.

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The words of the God of Doubt were like a cup of poisoned mead poured into Suer's heart, opening up a world he had never thought of before. Even though he himself could not believe the delusion that humans could become gods, and that the god must be crazy, Suer still couldn't help but fantasize about something every night when he lay in bed with his eyes closed.

If it were really possible...

What should we do?

Power, my power... How can I use this power...?

Do you truly possess your own will?

Why have you never spoken to me?

Are you friendly?

Tell me the answer...

Such whispers, like venomous vines, entwined around Suer, causing him to stagger as if possessed.

"Mr. Monkey~"

"Mr. Monkey?"

A pinching pain shot through his arm—well, it was pinching. When Suer came to his senses, he saw Xin Ke's slender fingers pinching and twisting the soft flesh of his arm.

"Sorry, I was a little distracted," Su Er said with an apologetic laugh. He took a deep breath, letting the cold air filling his chest stimulate his mind until he was fully alert.

"If Mr. Monkey has grown so old that he can no longer think coherently, then it would be better for him to go back to lying down, wouldn't it?"

"...I'm not that old. I'm still a young person. I'm at least a few decades away from getting Alzheimer's, right?"

While muttering under his breath, Su Erke dared not speak loudly, because Xin Ke's glare was truly frightening—after all, just two days ago, when he went to Xin Ke's magic workshop to deliver tea, he tripped over something on the ground because of his dazed state, spilling tea all over Xin Ke...

Thankfully, there were no burns!

However, Suer was still harshly criticized by Xin Ke, so Suer could completely understand why this woman was expressing such concerns.

Uh, it must be a voice of concern, right? It is indeed a voice of concern.

Suer actually believed it.

Chapter 220 Pressure

The ocean stretches as far as the eye can see, and even flying high in the sky, you can't see any small islands within your field of vision. Putting aside what might happen here, this ocean is just an ordinary and unremarkable place.

The only noteworthy point is its location—it lies between the mainland and the island group chosen by the orcs to provide them with a stable life, making it seem crucial from that perspective.

This is also why Suer is waiting here.

After numerous trials and reconnaissances, the orcs, whose land-based living conditions were becoming increasingly difficult due to the pressure from vampires, finally set sail yesterday. Apart from some orcs that had been previously dispatched and had already arrived at the island group, the orcs used almost the entire force of their race for this voyage. It can be said that the strongest power of the entire orc race was gathered on the ship, and they could repel any expected attacks from marine species.

Gazing at the churning, dark sea below, Su'er's empty mind was devoid of any thoughts, and his seemingly lighthearted conversation with Xin Ke quickly turned into a silent exchange of words.

Waiting, and waiting on and on, something pried open Suer's right hand, which had been clenched into a fist at some point, and placed something somewhat cold in his palm.

"..."

Sweat seeped from his palms, making them damp. The cold wind from high above had taken away much of the warmth from them. Suer stared blankly at the object in his hand: a sharp-edged object with a dark green gemstone embedded in its surface.

“Although it may seem a little weak, such a struggle is also a kind of beauty... It would be fine to give up now.” Without letting go of Suer’s hand to hold the gem, Xin Ke gripped his fingers with extra force. The forest spirit’s voice was still as gentle and full as ever, with an indescribable confidence.

“…No need,” Su Er said in a hoarse voice, shaking his head forcefully as he looked at Xin Ke’s profile.

"..."

In this silent silence, after an unknown amount of time, some tiny black dots finally appeared in the distance where the sea and sky met. If he hadn't been reminded, Suer would have almost missed this change.

Without feeling anxious or impatient, Suer was surprised to find that what existed in his heart at this moment was more of a sense of bewilderment, a sense of confusion, and a sense of...fear.

He patiently watched as those tiny black dots gradually approached and magnified, eventually revealing their complete form in his field of vision.

The wooden ships varied in size, with some having five decks and others only two. Long oars extended from both sides of the bottom deck, rowing them in a high-frequency, synchronized motion, propelling them forward at an extremely fast speed.

It was a fleet of eleven large ships, with the three largest ships sailing in the middle, surrounded by smaller ships.

With a light tap of his finger on the goggles, a clearly visible image, captured and magnified by magic, appeared before Suer. He could even see many orcs with furry ears and tails, looking expectant and nervous, perched at the windows of the ship, chatting amongst themselves, their longing for the future and their laughter filling the air.

"Is everything set up?" Suer asked again to confirm.

As he finished speaking, the space beside him suddenly lit up, and the next moment, the pink-haired Skywing appeared out of thin air. Now, Jibril's body had once again turned into a young state.

Although she was once again bothered by her noisy sister from the Skywing race after returning, Jibril had no intention of staying in the recovery room for several years like she used to after exhausting her power. Before long, she sneaked back with her portable recovery room.

It may be a bit slow, but she doesn't want to miss anything interesting, especially since she actually awakened that divine being after giving it her all. How could she leave at such a crucial moment?

In fact, Jibril had come with Sull from the moment he started waiting there, but she couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere around Sull for long and made an excuse to slip away downstairs—or rather, it wasn't really an excuse.

"All~ setup is complete~", Jibril replied to Sull in a lighthearted tone, then playfully flipped through her fingers as she flew backwards. "The stuff that weed made before was pretty good, wasn't it? Several harmless things on their own create a huge explosion when they come into contact with each other. This also effectively avoids the intuitive detection of those races with keen senses. Except for those races that use observation time to scout, this kind of bomb should be able to bypass the goblin race's vigilance, right?"

"Whether it will be useful or not depends on its performance on the battlefield, but... I'm really looking forward to hearing the moles' wails as they bleed~", Xin Ke said with a bloodthirsty smile, her gaze sweeping over Su Er's face.

"Ah~, then I'll be able to collect lots of beautiful gems~, that's great~," Jibril said cheerfully, then wrapped an arm around Sul's neck and shook it. "So Sul, are you sure you can press it? Don't be shy, you can just leave it to me~"

Completely disregarding the immense pressure Sull felt, Jibril even volunteered herself.

Yes, that's the biggest reason why Sull is here right now—revenge.

For Lois.

For those whose flesh and blood were devoured by the orcs.

For all our comrades who perished under the claws of the orcs during the expedition.

For the pain and torment that Suhr himself had suffered.

It has nothing to do with justice, humanity, or conscience.

It's simply...revenge.

Let the orcs bleed, let them die.

Seize the opportunity when the orcs set sail as a whole, and let them drown under the surging waves, along with the hopes and future of the entire race.

“No need,” Suer said, feeling as if his neck had hardened into a rock, yet it still swayed steadily.

"Really not necessary?" Jibril asked with a drawn-out "surprised," leaning closer with a grin. "I don't understand at all, but you seem really troubled. Why don't you just leave it to me? For us Skywings, this is easier than breathing for you, you know?"

The pink-haired Skywing was willing to share some trivial troubles with her friend, but was rejected by Sull without hesitation.

"Really, it's not necessary," Su Er said with a wry smile, sighing softly. "This is my own decision, and if I were to make someone else bear all the consequences and costs of this decision... then what am I?"

Chapter 221 Revenge

It's easy to hand the button to Jibril, and you can also close your eyes and plug your ears and tell yourself that pressing the button is not even difficult for the Skywings, and they even enjoy doing it. But... isn't that just burying your head in the sand?

Unable to accept this weak escape, even though his body was so tense that his back was covered in sweat, Suer still sat there with his back straight, the excessive tension causing his spine to ache slightly.

The equipment Xinke created presented Sul with a panoramic view of the orc ships at the far end of his sight. His gaze swept across the windows of each ship, not missing a single orc face, regardless of age or youth...

This is the future and hope of the orc race, and perhaps their backbone—hanging on a tightrope.

When they remove their hideous masks, these demons, once seen as monsters by Sur, can now laugh and talk to each other. Their furry ears twitch playfully, their tails curl up, and some even lift young orcs onto their shoulders to play.

As he gazed at them, Sull vaguely saw crimson blood on their faces and lips.

Her hands unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes, and Su'er's breathing became rapid, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Something was whispering to him, something was confiding in him, urging him on...

Are they the souls of his companions who stood by his bedside countless nights, or who held his hand tightly?

Those who sacrificed themselves, those who died for him, were interspersed on the faces of the orcs on each boatload.

Suer felt like he was going crazy, as if there was a stone stuck in his throat, and even his breathing became weak and short.

"How about taking her as a slave?" Suddenly, she broke the silence that even Jibril was unwilling to speak. Xin Ke's hand enveloped Su Er's tightly clenched fist and squeezed it.

The hands of the forest elf with long, pale golden hair were almost icy cold, like snowflakes falling into a hearth, melting away in an instant, evaporating into wisps of white smoke.

“I will weave the most intricate and precise spell, and then Miss Monster will infuse it with spirits. The resulting most powerful magic can bind the orcs and also save Mr. Monkey from trouble. What do you say?”

"……No."

Xin Ke's soft suggestion was once again rejected by Su Er. This was not a spur-of-the-moment decision or an impulsive act, but a decision he had already considered.