Why can't humans do it too?

"Hmm~~~ Uh~~~ Well~, anyway, it's different! I am the great Lady Jibril~"

Unable to provide an answer, the argument between Jibril and Hinco was forcibly diverted by the unreasonable nagging of a certain Skywing, whose amusing appearance somewhat eased the tense atmosphere.

"Isn't it normal for the weak to fight?" Su'er sat back down, tapping the armrest beside him with his fingers, as if enjoying the comfort of a nap. He closed his eyes and said, "I know the enemy I'm facing is strong, but that's not a reason for me to give up my life, nor is it a reason to continue fighting... Otherwise, when we first met, when we recognized your Skywing race identity, shouldn't Xin and I have just surrendered and waited to die?"

At this point, Sue suddenly opened her eyes, turned her head, looked at Jibril, and chuckled. Perhaps even Jibril herself didn't expect that she would become friends with this human next to her, the beast she once saw, and even become good friends with him.

"Knowing the enemy is strong... is simply knowing that enough...? Nothing else matters..."

It was a very simple truth, but Jibril seemed to be possessed, constantly muttering it to herself, even stopping the little scythe that had been spinning so fast.

“Yes, isn’t that right?” Jibril’s unusually absent-minded and dreamlike state piqued Su’er’s curiosity. He continued, “Knowing that the enemy is strong is enough. All you need to do is keep improving yourself, training, and using strategies. Whatever method you use, as long as you can catch up with the enemy’s strength, that’s fine. There’s no point in caring about anything else, right?”

"...Is it enough to just know my own weakness...and the gap between myself and those ahead?" Jibril's expression grew more and more excited as she spoke, the pink-haired winged being filled with indescribable excitement and joy.

She had a premonition—perhaps the answer to the question that had troubled her and the master she served for countless years lay here, in the simple truth that Sue had spoken of.

Forcefully sucking back the saliva that had unconsciously trickled down her chin, Jibril widened her amber eyes and excitedly leaned closer, shouting, "Is there more?!"

"...What? Is there anything else? Get away from me, you're so close!" Sul said irritably, forcefully pushing away Jibril's large face that was pressed against her. "Haven't you ever thought about such a simple thing? It's probably because the Skywings are standing too high up."

"Oh ho ho, Mr. Monkey thinks too highly of them? For these brainless machines that only know how to kill, it's far too difficult for them to do such complex thinking. It's even more difficult than a gorilla eating a banana!" Xin Ke immediately mocked Jibril.

"Ha, weeds," Jibril sneered at Xinke with disdain. Ignoring the argument, she nudged Suer's ribs with her elbow, urging, "Be more specific!"

"...What? Why are you suddenly being so formal?" Startled by Jibril's sudden seriousness, Suer shrank back nervously.

"The reason for fighting! What is the strongest? I want to hear it!" Jibril pounded on the front cover of the Great Undying, just like a child begging for candy. Sul could even see a dent in it.

"...What made you become this philosopher-like person? Is it your long life and great power?" The joy of completing his revenge still lingered in Suer's heart. He muttered to himself, "This is completely unlike you. You should always be talking about battle and heads."

"Ugh, so annoying! Just tell me already!"

"Alright, alright," Suer quickly stopped Jibril as she was about to get closer again, then said with a headache, "The reason for fighting is nothing more than survival, right? And then there's your kind of race that fights for the sake of fighting, uh, and today's fight is just to put my mind at ease. After all, it's rare to have such a good opportunity. If I really let the orcs pass through safely, I'm afraid I'll never be able to face Leni and the others in the settlement again..."

"It's crooked!"

"Oh, sorry, sorry. Anyway, the principle is pretty much what I just said. As for what is the strongest... that's a bit too philosophical. Does the person who's agonizing over this question want to know the literal meaning? Or is he craving a battle that he can really enjoy? If it's the latter, then whether he's the strongest or not doesn't really matter, right?"

"..." As if trying to etch these words into her memory, Jibril pursed her lips and stared blankly.

Jibril's unusual behavior today was so obvious that after thinking for a while, Suer couldn't help but ask, "Do the Skywing races create things that aren't used in battle based on their own will? I mean, not for killing, just creating things that are completely unrelated, even utterly useless?"

"...What do you mean?" Jibril asked, tilting her head in confusion after a moment of silence.

There was no answer, but in a sense, Jibril's reaction had already provided one.

"As expected, there isn't one," Suer sighed deeply. "Is this a race born entirely for war?"

Chapter 224 Weapons

He devoted all his creativity to things related to killing, constantly inventing more efficient and powerful magic spells. Besides that, his greatest hobby was collecting rare heads.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Jibril suddenly became impatient.

“I don’t mean to criticize your race’s way of life, but you know what? Even the marine species, well, idiots, anyway, they all recorded their past queen’s fantasies written on seashells in short, even nonsensical, tales on a whim… Even if the logic is so messed up it’s cringe-inducing, it’s completely unrelated to war,” Suer said calmly.

“If one day, and I mean if,” he emphasized repeatedly, gazing into Jibril’s beautiful amber eyes. The pink-haired winged creature’s tiny wings, which had been constantly flapping, had stopped at some point. He continued, “If one day, this war that has lasted for countless years finally ends… what will you and your people do?”

For a race that lives on war and dedicates its entire long life to war... that would probably be the most terrifying nightmare.

"War...stop?" Jibril unconsciously repeated Sull's words. She had never imagined that the future Sull described—would this long war also end?

Even though she was the last sister born among all the Winged Races, Jibril herself did not experience the long epic, but she heard countless stories from her sisters about this great war that had been going on for who knows how long.

For the first time, the concept of the war ceasing appeared in her mind, and she imagined the scene—it was unimaginable.

Will this war end? How can this war end? And how can it be stopped?

Jibril found it laughable from the bottom of her heart, and that's what she asked the question.

"It will stop," Su Er answered without hesitation, without even blinking, "It will definitely stop."

If you're going to become a god, why not become the strongest one, the one with the power to end all wars, the one who stands above all other gods—the one and only god?

A wild plan that existed only in the depths of his heart was gradually taking shape, without even being tested, but Suer firmly believed in it.

He will succeed, he definitely will succeed.

Staring intently into Suer's eyes, the man remained motionless even as his eyes stung and ached, without wavering or hesitation, as if repeating his question from before, awaiting her answer.

"..."

Silence, an inescapable silence.

Even if she could simply lean back and hide in a crevice in the space, Jibril couldn't bear to do such a thing.

She inhaled deeply without needing to breathe, her small chest heaving.

“The Skywing race is the master’s weapon, and weapons… have no heart.”

Calmly referring to herself as a prop in the activity, an unconscious existence like steel and rock, Jibril seems to be telling someone else's story.

That was her answer.

Nodding silently, Suer sat up straight and restarted the Great Calamity Survivor.

"Get in the car, we should go," Suer urged calmly after fastening his seatbelt.

Until the very end, he showed no intention of showing off in front of the orcs below. Sul left no flaws. His last glance swept over the orcs on the sea surface. The hot blood was scattered in the cold and dark sea without any abnormality. The orcs who were lucky enough to survive had even placed many of their surviving but injured people on wooden planks and swam and pushed them towards the shore.

"Should we go straight back?" Xin Ke asked casually, tapping the back of Su Er's hand.

"No, let's go to the God of Doubt first. I'll need you to come with me to see Him. There are a few things I need... help with." Turning her head to look at Xin Ke, Su Er felt inexplicably embarrassed and forced an awkward smile.

"Hmm~, no problem~", showing no sign of impatience, Xin Ke even crossed her arms and agreed with considerable interest, "...Regarding Mr. Monkey's ideas~"

The forest elf with long, pale golden hair seemed to have sensed something.

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Time always slips away unnoticed, especially when you're focused on something important. Time always flies by, only to startle you when you realize it.

At least when Suer stood outside the hidden passage at the entrance of the settlement again, he was surprised to find that almost two and a half years had passed since he, Xinke, and Jibril had stayed in the settlement for a short time and then set off again for the island in the east. Putting aside the things that happened in between, when he set foot on this land again.

Riku is already twenty-two years old... Sur felt a little dazed and thought to himself. In this life, he seemed to be a year younger than Riku, which meant he was twenty-one.

This age was determined and recorded solely based on the youthful appearance of his face at the time. To be honest, Su'er himself didn't know his exact age, which was the result of his body being regressed from his previous life. However, Ke'er insisted that he was the youngest, and after several attempts to persuade the woman, Su'er stopped worrying about it.

They're all minor matters.

After meeting and exchanging words with the God of Doubt with Xinke, some time passed before Suer finally returned to the settlement he cared about. Unlike before, this time he might stay there for a long time.

To achieve that seemingly impossible goal, even though Suer had discussed it for a long time with Xinke and the God of Suspicion, the plan was still full of wild and unrealistic ideas. But no matter what, Suer was clear about one fact—he could not do it alone.

He needs help; he needs companions.

That's why, even though he was standing in what Suer could call home, he couldn't even muster the strength to smile, and his heart was heavy.

He tried hard to force a smile, wanting to appear happier when he got home, but Jibril slapped him on the shoulder, making him stumble.

"What are you thinking about? Hurry up and take out your robe!" Jibril, who was here for the second time, reached out her hand with practiced ease.

Chapter 225 Reunion

"...Okay, slow down," he couldn't help but rub his shoulder. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Jibril was getting harder and harder when she was playing around, and she was treating him like he wasn't even human.

Such a protest was naturally swept away by the giggles of a certain pink-haired winged being. Suer looked at himself and saw that Xinke and Jibril had wrapped him up tightly as before, and at his request, they had hidden their ears and halo, which were obvious features.

Aside from the welcome they received upon their return to the settlement, the reunion of Su'er and his group did not cause much of a stir. After all, the reason why there was a festive atmosphere last time was mainly because, even though Riku kept proclaiming that Su'er was still alive, many people had already sentenced the man who had ventured alone into this cruel world to death. So, seeing him reappear was naturally a cause for joy.

This time, however, it was more of a reunion after two years apart.

"Hey, Suer, what have you been doing out there? Take me with you!" Kredo asked, almost impatiently sticking to Suer's side. The boy Suer risked his life to find herbs to save had now become a man. Even though he hadn't seen Suer many times in the past few years, his trust in him had never changed.

“You’re a man with kids, be more mature,” Suer said, his lips twitching as he pushed the man, who seemed like a little brother to him, aside. Credo’s behavior, like Nona’s, of wanting to cling to his arm and shake him around, was really a bit scary.

Yes, the little brother who used to follow him around calling him "Surge" is now a father of two. This unexpected change makes Suer feel gratified but also quite emotional.

"Hehe, aren't Kree and Morena well-behaved?" Kreedo grinned foolishly when talking about his children. "By the way, why haven't you and your sister had children yet after all this time, Suerge?"

Children speak without restraint!

Almost the instant Kredo finished speaking, Sull clasped his hands together and bowed to Xinke at the speed of light.

When Sull and his two companions returned to the settlement last time, Kredo had naturally seen Hinko and Jibril. Although Hinko claimed to be Jibril's mother at the time, this claim was soon clarified as a joke (Sull was afraid of bloodshed).

"Hmm?" Upon hearing Credo's question, Xin Ke, who was talking to Ke'er, suddenly turned her head and revealed a kind smile, her eyes already narrowed into two curved arcs.

Despite his seemingly very friendly demeanor, Credo couldn't help but shudder for some reason.

"...Surge, my sister is so fierce..."

Please stop talking! Silly child!

Although Credor was whispering in his ear, how could Suer not know that those two guys wouldn't hear what the silly child was saying?!

Look, look! Jibril, who's lying on the rock over there, is laughing so hard she's shaking!

"Ahem, Credo," before the child could utter any more shocking words, Suer quickly coughed twice and said earnestly, "Things... aren't what you think... well, anyway, don't talk nonsense."

"Oh," Credo nodded obediently, though he didn't know why his respected elder brother said that.

Seeing his bewildered expression, Suer covered her face. How could such a simpleton raise two smart children?