Why can't humans do it too?

The forest elves, who are most skilled at weaving spells, combined with the winged race, who possess powerful spirits, could indeed create spells that would amaze even the gods, but that would only be awe.

Neither Xin Ke nor Jibril are too weak in the face of truly powerful forces, nor in the face of time.

Such constraints lack long-term binding force and may even become more dangerous by exposing the existence of humans. Those straightforward orc warriors could easily break through physical limitations with their blood damage and kill humans before humans could even react, even if they die afterward due to magical constraints, it would be worth it for them.

Ultimately, humanity is still too weak. Whether it is the strength of an individual or a group, it is nothing more than a struggle for survival in this cruel world. No matter the world or place, the weak master and the strong servant is always a major taboo.

Therefore, there are no interests involved, nor are there any fancy words, just as Suer had already made it clear in his heart—this is a revenge.

It was nothing more than revenge.

The power of magic allowed the three of them to remain undetected by the orc warriors with their amazing eyesight, even while floating in the air. Although occasionally some sensitive individuals would cast questioning glances in their direction following Sul's gaze, they ultimately saw nothing.

The orcs were naturally incredibly strong, and even if they needed to rest, they could immediately be replaced. As a result, the wooden oars extending from both sides of the ship never slowed down. Thanks to this, the orc fleet expanded from the horizon and eventually entered the ocean beneath Sur at an extremely fast speed.

They fell into a trap that had been laid long ago.

The time left for Suer to hesitate and waver had unknowingly slipped away to the end, but neither Xinke nor Jibril seemed to notice, remaining silent even as the orc fleet entered the perfect trap position without offering any warning.

Large beads of sweat streamed down Sul's forehead and dripped from his nose. The man's lips were trembling slightly. Long waves rose behind the orc ships as they sailed at top speed across the dark sea. Almost there, almost there, almost past...

Should I press it?

Why don't you press it?

Do you want to press it?

Aren't you going to press it?

……

In the midst of this storm that nearly destroyed Suer's sanity, Suer pressed down hard on the dark green gem in his hand, producing a crisp, even somewhat melodious sound.

Click.

After a brief respite, even Suer clearly felt the suffocating sense of oppression that had suddenly appeared and permeated this sea, no, it should be said that this corner of the world.

When the violent explosion occurs, even the escape of air slows down; it is compressed, piled up, and expands outward in a spherical shape—BOOM!!!

The towering water column, mixed with the shattered remains of the ship, along with the rising blood mist and severed limbs, seemed to pierce the blood-red sky, shooting straight into the clouds and even surpassing the altitude where Suer was currently standing, allowing him to take in this hellish scene in its entirety.

The mangled bodies, the severed limbs colliding and flying, the white water that should have been crystal clear when it left the dark sea was now stained red, full of the blood of the orcs.

Screams and wails mingled together, along with howls that couldn't be concealed from terror.

Death invaded the world before Suer, filling his eyes and ears.

He had already stood up, and Suer watched everything intently. This was his decision, his revenge, something he could not forget, something he would carry forever.

but--

Lovas, and all those who cared for him when he first came into this world, whose names Sull didn't even know.

Alma, Daller, Cotton...

I have avenged you.

Surrounded by the lingering smell of blood, Suer slowly closed his eyes and silently recited in his heart.

Even though he knew that all life on this planet would return to the Elf Corridor after death and become the most basic elves, Suer felt it as if it were real at this moment—he felt those who had passed away, those heroes who belonged to all those who were still alive, patting him on the shoulder one by one.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth; a feud spanning ten lifetimes can be avenged a hundredfold, even if it takes a hundred lifetimes.

This is enough.

Sull will not regret it.

Chapter 222 Relief & Longing

As if a piece of his marrow had been ripped out, Suer felt only a sense of ease rising from the depths of his body, from the very core of his bones. There was no emptiness after the legendary reward, no bewilderment at losing his purpose, and no guilt that nearly overwhelmed him from killing too many lives. None of these complex emotions that Suer had imagined and dreaded, which existed in countless works of literature and entertainment, appeared.

The only feeling he could experience was pleasure—the pleasure of revenge.

The more pitifully the enemy cried, the happier Su'er laughed.

He lived up to his identity and his comrades, and he also hoped that they could rest in peace in the afterlife. The blood of the enemy was the best tribute to them, and the words spoken from a moral high ground were merely the afterglow of victory.

The lingering aftertaste that humans cannot yet possess.

Those humans who died under the claws and in the mouths of the orcs, those humans who became food for the orcs, along with those young children who perished, all seemed to be waving their hands and smiling happily to Sull.

An indescribable ease flowed through every vein and pore of Su'er's body. He gradually lowered his head and, amidst the bloodshed, trembled and laughed convulsively, like a fanatical madman.

"I forgive you," Suer murmured softly between his hands clasped tightly around his face.

The flesh on his shoulder was bitten off, and he was forced into self-exile. All the suffering, torment, and tears were rewarded at this moment.

“I forgive you… Orcs,” he repeated again, his teeth chattering, as he took a deep breath of the sweet air.

The water columns, ships, and orcish remains that had been propelled into the sky by the explosion finally fell back down to the ground. Only the wails and curses continued, even growing louder, before being submerged in the waves of the sea, their flesh and blood sinking beneath the turbulent surface.

Suer felt he was probably going crazy.

Fallen, melted, submerged in this cold, cruel world.

Really?

Even confirming this fact no longer seemed important to Suer at this moment.

Biting her lip slightly, Xin Ke stared silently at Su Er's profile. She wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Jibril, who was already too excited to contain herself. The pink-haired winged creature spread its wings because of the killing and death, and the halo above its head was spinning rapidly.

"Hey~ Suel~, wanna go down and check? They still don't know who attacked them, right? Or should we sink that island over there too? I remember there were quite a few orcs on it~", Jibril said with a grin, twirling her scythe in her hand. "It feels weird to leave a few behind, doesn't it? In a game, that would be a super rare trophy that I was so close to collecting! It would feel so unfair to miss it. And if those orc scum are wiped out, even the heads we collected before will become much more valuable, you know?"

Jibril had barely finished speaking when Shinko suddenly opened her eyes wide, wanting to speak, but Suer answered her even faster.

“No need,” said Suer, his voice calm yet resolute. He raised his fingers and wiped away the bloodstains that had been splashed on his face by the mist. “This is enough. The orc race has lost most of its members, including the high-ranking officers who command the entire race. As for the orcs who arrived on that island earlier, let them stay there.”

This was something that had been decided long ago.

"Ugh~~~~, why?" Jibril said, pouting in dissatisfaction.

"Alright, alright, you should focus on recovering your strength first," Sull said gently, his gaze never leaving the orcs struggling on the surface of the sea. After a long while, he continued, "And these orcs on the surface of the sea, if they can swim to the shore before they run out of strength... then they will be lucky."

With no intention of giving chase, Sull simply stared blankly at everything below, while Jibril scoffed and muttered in his ears.

Sull fell silent, but neither Jibril nor Hinco broke the silence. They were simply waiting for Sull to awaken from his trance. In their eyes, this man was undergoing a transformation.

After an unknown amount of time, Suer finally snapped out of his detached state of mind. His eyes, which hadn't blinked for a long time, were extremely dry, and he muttered to himself.

"...So...fragile..."

"……life……"

For everything before me.

Faced with the power of the superior races, the survival of the weaker races depends on their will. Even the orcs, a race that has driven humans like livestock for countless years, have suffered a severe blow because of the will of Sul, a human, simply because Xinke and Jibril, who are stronger than the orcs, are willing to help.

The wails and screams of the orcs on the sea below lingered for a long time. Those orcs who were lucky enough to be intact cried out and tried to save those who could still be saved, and collected the planks that were barely able to float on the sea.

After the initial thrill, watching this scene, a sense of dread and fear, along with an inescapable feeling of crisis, gradually rose in Suer's heart... The answer from the God of Suspicion, which was even more absurd than the funniest joke, resurfaced in his mind once again.

For the first time, Suer felt an unprecedented longing.

For the first time, Suer felt an incredibly strong hope that the words of the god of doubt were not false.

For the first time ever, Suer had the idea of ​​truly becoming a god for the human race.

A god sufficient to protect all humanity, a protector of all, freeing humanity from its current predicament of living only according to the will of other races, and sparing it from the calamities similar to those currently suffered by the orcs.

Humanity needs such a god—or weapon, whatever you call it.

His throat moved slightly, but no sound came out; yet in Su'er's heart, there was a roar like thunder.

He can do it... and he must do it.

Didn't the god of doubt say so?

So it definitely can, it definitely can...

It doesn't matter if it's a catchy slogan or a free will; humanity must have its own gods and the power to protect itself.

The fear had dissipated, along with the confusion. Suer had never been so determined. What he saw before him did not diminish his fear; instead, it strengthened his resolve to help humanity stand up.

A kind of inspiration.

A mission.

Chapter 223 Jibril Wants to Know

"Indeed, very fragile." Unaware of Sull's thoughts, Jibril simply crossed her legs in mid-air, offering a listless assessment. Such a weak battle held no appeal for her. "So why do the weak fight?"

The pink-haired winged creature seemed to recall some things it had experienced in its past life, muttering to itself with sighs.

"What's the point of witnessing an existence far beyond one's own power without feeling reverence, and even daring to extend one's claws, except to make one's death extremely painful?"

"...It's really ironic to hear these words from Miss Monster's mouth," Xin Ke said with a mocking laugh. "If a weakling who doesn't know reverence dares to challenge a strong one, how could they possibly avoid your existence? Miss Monster has been known for her fearlessness and audacity from the God-type to the Fantasy-type to the Dragon-type."

Yes, the biggest counter-evidence to what Jibril said is actually herself.

"Or is this your latest way of showing off? Congratulations~, you've successfully made me cringe~"

"Ugh, this is so annoying! It's different!"

"Oh? And how is it different?"