Why can't humans do it too?

As his body melted and his flesh decomposed, and he was released from his coma, Suer's consciousness also cleared up in that instant. Words cannot describe how fleeting that moment was. In this brief rift in time, in this land of origin of all things composed of countless elves, Suer easily saw the miracle that he, Xinke, and the God of Suspicion had deduced countless times and had been dreaming of day and night for over a decade—the Star Cup.

It is itself a radiant existence, faintly revealing the outline of a pentagram polyhedron, yet it is also a star-shaped regular dodecahedron. It seems to exist as a point in this ocean of elves, yet it also seems to be scattered, existing anywhere... or perhaps it doesn't exist at all.

The so-called Star Cup is essentially a conceptual device with absolute dominion, and also a container for omnipotent power.

Suer was already in the Elven Corridor.

The origin of all things, the flow of all things, including all races including the divine species, all their essence was born from the Elf Corridor... yet after birth they could not return - except to die completely and become the purest elves.

This sacred and pure land, untouched by any impurities, should not be tainted by any outsiders. Yet, something different has now been mixed in, like tiny pebbles mixed into millet, invisible at first glance but impossible to ignore.

The will assimilated by Sul, carried by the flesh and blood that had infiltrated the area over the past decade or so, still exists here, connected to each other, one overlapping the other.

From the very beginning, I knew the weakness of my abilities; they were merely weak enough to be easily defeated by powerful races using their own spirits. However, this weakness, accumulated over a long period of time, has woven a huge net that has unknowingly spread to every corner of this primordial sea, becoming inseparable.

Each individual will is weak, but when they are all gathered together, they become the most powerful force. In this elven corridor where there is no distinction between space and time, these connected wills transformed into Suer's body, solidifying into his arms and hands.

Floating before the Star Cup, which was not yet fully revealed and existed yet did not exist, Suer quietly gazed at every pattern on this legendary device.

“…Finally…” Su’er murmured to herself, her voice trembling uncontrollably. Even her outstretched hand toward the Star Cup trembled, wanting to touch it but not daring to.

The images of every human being who had sacrificed their lives flashed before his eyes, not just as a false illusion. These heroes, who belonged to all humanity, were now part of Sul's body. They were shouting, they were in a frenzy, celebrating everything that was about to be born.

"...It was all worth it..."

If everyone were still conscious, they would probably cheer without any complaints, right?

A playful smile suddenly appeared on her lips. Suer finally mustered the courage to stretch out her palm, her fingertips passing through the illusory star cup, but nothing happened.

"Ah~, I almost forgot... after all, you haven't revealed yourself yet~", with a fake smile, Suer turned his head to look at the direction above him, as if he were talking to the void, "So~ God of War?"

"I'm going to take it away from you—your victory!"

As Suer finished speaking, in the next instant, the fingertip that had passed through the Star Cup illusion without anything happening suddenly emitted a dazzling and blinding light. This light spread rapidly, becoming particularly conspicuous even in the Elf Corridor, which was already an ocean of light, and then completely occupied everything.

My name is Sur, Sur Dora Nielbaren, and I am a human.

It doesn't matter that the Star Cup hasn't manifested yet. As long as I'm here, I am the Star Cup, whenever I want.

The so-called divine seed is the essence that has met the conditions for activity through prayer and longing, which means that it has gained the concept of "I". From this moment on, the Star Cup is my essence, the will named Sul has become the "I" of the Star Cup, the Elf Corridor will be my blood, the entire planet is my body, the changing weather is my mood, the blowing wind is my breath, and the direction the world is moving in is the future I yearn for.

My name is Sur, Sur Dora Nielbaren. I am a human being, and also a newly appointed One God.

It's just a profession, not a matter of race.

Taking this step forward, when I appear in the real world, I want this war, which has lasted for countless years and caused countless pain and sorrow, to come to an end.

In the name of the One God.

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Shattered planets are reshaped, rules governing all things are established, and stars destroyed in the distant past are relit in the universe. With the pulse of planets as the nodes, every breath of Su'er changes the entire world, and all things revolve according to his will.

With just a slight lowering of his head, one could see the city composed of countless white cubes. At the edge of that enormous palace stood a towering figure, its eighteen wings spread wide in excitement. It was none other than Arteshu, the God of War whom Suer had never spoken to or met.

There was no disappointment or regret in those eyes that radiated golden light; the flames of fighting spirit flickered only with excitement. After a slight pause, Suer understood what the God of War was thinking.

The strongest in the world who could never fail has finally come to an end today. What awaits the God of War, Arteshu, is the unknown: the journey of challenging the strong as the weak, a journey that may last forever. But he will not feel fear or disappointment. The boring life of the past has been left behind by Arteshu in an instant. He is already looking forward to the future.

Constantly honing himself, constantly improving himself, and enjoying the pleasure of becoming stronger and fighting—for this war god who has waited for such a time for countless years, is there a better life than this?

—If he can find a way to break free from these constraints.

Just as the divine race cannot create a stone that it cannot lift, the God of War, born in the Elven Corridor, naturally cannot break through the upper limit of that power. Whatever he wants to do, he must first break the rule issued by the newly born One God that forbids harming each other.

Otherwise, this war god would probably have already launched an attack on Sull in the sky.

Hmm... He must enjoy the thrill of overcoming this predicament, right?

He simply nodded amicably to Altshu and then looked away. The so-called uncontrollable surge of power did not occur in Sul. The One God was the epitome of omnipotence, yet even such power, which allowed the entire planet and all races to roll in his palm, could not bring Sul much joy.

The power that exists throughout the universe is nothing more than a drop of water falling from a cup to him at this moment. In front of Suer, as power itself, time, space, and even metaphysical causality are meaningless. They are merely rules used to restrain ordinary people.

The power to easily reverse time resurrected the lives lost in the war, yet even this terrifying force could not create a paradox. Even if the physical body was reshaped and time was reversed, those who were tainted by Sul's blood and flesh, completely assimilated, and lost their own will could not return.

They still fervently believe in Sul, and even when they greet and talk as they remember, it's only because Sul wants to see them; they are like real puppets.

He thought his power was incredibly weak, but it couldn't even dispel the power of the One God. In fact, the moment Suer became the One God, he clearly felt something break off from his body, as if the rope binding his waist had been cut. When he followed this strange feeling and looked around, even from the perspective of the One God, he could only see a few traces of the thing before it disappeared.

Like the ends of octopus tentacles, but magnified hundreds of times, covered with incomprehensible patterns, or like faces with wide-open mouths covering them, they were instantly removed from this universe, leaving no trace.

Was that the culprit who sent him to this strange and cold world?

What secrets lie behind him?

He tried to track it down to no avail. Even when Sull used the power of the One God to perceive the entire world, he was shocked to discover that as he used the Star Cup as his divine essence, an invisible feeling was connecting him with everything in the world.

Fortunately, under his strong suppression, such changes can be ignored for the time being, at least until the current task is completed.

Gazing at the faces of those he knew so well, yet whose expressions were all identical, Suer sighed deeply. The next moment, he stretched out his hand, and as he did, the people standing before him transformed into countless tiny specks of light, undulating and swirling around him.

Following Suer, these points of light, which were transformed from people, also watched over every change on the planet that was thriving.

Do you remember what you said?

"To be born into this world without any ulterior motives, to live meaninglessly and silently, but to die meaningfully and gracefully—there is nothing better, nothing freer..."

As he reshaped the mountains and rivers, creating a world that was no longer filled with countless craters and cut marks, Sull murmured softly, as if speaking to people who no longer existed beside him.

Those were the words shouted by people who swore to follow him, even at the cost of their own lives, so that humanity could stand tall in the world, and they supported them as they moved forward.

"You did it... All of this is possible because of your sacrifices and contributions... You are truly the heroes of all humanity, the heroes of all races that yearn for an end to war..."

Even though he had become the only god, Su'er's words still trembled slightly, and the crystal tears that slid down from the corners of his eyes were a tribute to the people who had accompanied him all the way.

It is also a lament for never being able to see their genuine smiles again.

Tense and curious, human children emerged from their hiding places, basking in the sunlight on the lush grass under the guidance of Cole and Nona, cautiously inhaling the fragrance of flowers; marine creatures swam from the dark depths to the surface, joyfully leaping and splashing in the clear, azure water; and goblins gazed blankly at the world on earth, a world seemingly overrun by long-eared creatures…

That budding curiosity that existed in the hearts of all races and all living beings was deeply felt by Suer, before he could finish speaking.

"...This is the world we, as fragile human beings, have ultimately reached through wisdom and the help of friends..."

"Go," Sul said, opening his arms and gently closing his eyes, "to be reborn as a human again, to have your own life again, to grow up in this beautiful world again, and to enjoy this wonderful life... Go..."

As Sul spoke, the tiny specks of light, which had been transformed into the purest elves by Sul and should not have possessed their own will, trembled slightly, as if responding to Sul's words. The next moment, they fell to the earth and returned to the Elf Corridor, awaiting the tomorrow promised by Sul.

Yes, in the face of races that could manipulate elves to create the world, humans were undoubtedly vulnerable. However, when each will was connected, it paved the way for the entire race to move forward.

No more confusion, no more humiliation, live with pride and head held high.

Life is not long; our lives are as short as a sigh. Our tears and worries are insignificant compared to those of other races. We don't even know where we will die when we come into this world.

If death is inevitable, then live to the very end. Keep everything in order to exhaust everything. And when we look back on our long lives at the end, we should laugh and mock those who think they are superior.

We will inscribe the most arrogant epitaph on our own tombstones—that we have fooled everything.

Laughing wildly, when everything has settled down, we should look at the embarrassed faces of those who thought they were on top of the world, manipulating everything and casually toying with the lives of others, and then ask them a question: Why can't humans do the same?

Yes, we can, and we won't even need anyone's charity; we'll take it for ourselves.

To unleash the most dazzling light in the shortest of lives, and for countless lights to converge, illuminate the entire world; to create the greatest value with the smallest of lives, leaving no regrets behind.

Live life to the fullest.

Chapter 288 Riku & Shubi

Yuba Ein—the connector that made the judgment and severed the connection between Shubi and the entire Machine Type—is now floating in front of Shubi.

The steel fortress that had been protecting Shubi was already badly damaged by Azriel's rampage. The little protection that remained was powerless against the power of the machine race in front of her. Thinking of this, Shubi simply lowered her head and arms, looking like she was waiting for her fate.

Ultimately, she felt guilty towards her compatriots, so much so that when they actually appeared before her, especially Yuba Ein, whom she had repeatedly begged to reconnect with, Shubi was always somewhat afraid.

This was a unique emotion she could never have in the past, one that required neither logical calculation nor conventional reasoning.

She severed the connection at the last moment of the information transmission, keeping all the emotions related to Riku in her heart. The content she transmitted was only everything she had experienced from the very beginning of her doubts about the heart until now. It was just an experience, like a ghost that always stood by and watched, perfectly fulfilling the observation duty of the analytical body, without any subjective opinions.

She didn't know what kind of inspiration or enlightenment her compatriots would gain from this experience, and that was something she couldn't predict. She also didn't know whether Yuba Ein would deal with her because of his choice to cut off the information transmission. Shubi couldn't help but peek at his expression, but the standard expressionless face of the machine race made it impossible for her to see anything.

If she were truly facing abandonment, then Shubi would naturally not be able to accept that future calmly, so...

“The parse body Üc207Pr4f57t9... No, the parse body—Shubi.”

To Hughie's surprise, before she could untangle the tangled thoughts in her mind, she heard the anatomical Yuba Ein, whom she remembered as cold, ruthless, and disobedient, speak so calmly, even changing his address midway to call her by her current name.

“No need to worry,” Yubaein said briefly, turning his head to look at the other side of the battlefield. The interconnected machine races had crossed their position and were flying towards the burning battlefield. They were going to help the Forest Elves, who were logically considered allies of humanity.

After the Forest God Kenas fled, the Forest Elf Alliance, which was already weaker than the Skywing and Goblin Alliances, could only rely on the spells developed by Xin Ke and was in a passive and defensive situation. Furthermore, the Machine Knights also decided to delay the Goblin Alliance on the battlefield.

“As a valuable data sample, your machine should immediately enter hibernation. Support will make emergency repairs for your machine, and then—” Yuba Ein’s words suddenly stopped. Not only him, but even Shubi was shocked by what was about to happen.

The overwhelming power of the God of War shattered the planet, but in the next second everything reversed time and returned to its undamaged state, followed by a cataclysmic change—just as all the Machine Race members saw in the memories transmitted by Shubi, the world described by that man.

A bright, fresh, peaceful, and gentle world.

Unable to ignore the changes in herself, Shubi raised her arm in a daze. Or rather, her entire body, now transformed into a steel fortress, was now flowing back from the broken pieces that had fallen to the ground. Even the parts that had been completely annihilated by the powerful energy were reshaped from the void, fitting tightly to her body perfectly, as if they had always been a part of her body.

In the blink of an eye, it returned to the appearance it had just taken when the steel fortress was first deployed, and then shrank back to its original size before deployment, becoming even more powerful than before.

"...Therefore, there should be more important things to do than analyzing the body."

Looking at Shubi, who seemed not to have realized what had happened, Yuba Ein spoke indifferently. As he spoke, Shubi finally belatedly understood something—or rather, her heart was pounding with an unspeakable anticipation that was almost unbearable.

“…Ah, I know,” she couldn’t help but clench her fists gently, feeling the warmth of the ring on her fingers. She whispered, “And…thank you…and I’m sorry.”

With a final, swift remark, Shubi transformed into a beam of light and flew off into the distance, faster still, as fast as possible, until she reached the entrance to the underground cave where Sull had hidden for over a decade.