Why can't humans do it too?

【…What is it?】

He intended to continue pretending not to hear and continue sleeping, but Einzig's last words seemed to have touched a nerve in His heart. The former suspicious god, now the god of the seed of the heart, said this.

Since Suer left, this divine being has remained here, never leaving, as if he wanted to make this place his home, while the other humans were unaware of his existence.

"I have some questions that I need your answers to," Einzig said respectfully, bowing his head. For someone who was once a cold machine, it was quite remarkable that he could now do such a thing.

【…What is it?】

He didn't care about any of that; his heart just kept asking impatiently.

"Observation, analysis, demonstration, correspondence, and overall command of the other four machines"—this is a very organic and straightforward opening statement, but Einzig's words are like coded language.

After the initial confusion, my heart recalled something from the most distant corner of my memory, and gradually I began to understand Einzig's words.

That was before the world became rich and colorful. In that empty world, he didn't even know what loneliness was. When he was still called the God of Doubt, in that world where he was all alone, he kept questioning why everything was so. In his indifferent search for someone to talk to, he created five small cubes, whose names were exactly what Einzig had said.

However, the machine that had hoped to communicate with Him instead posed a question to Him—What am I, what are you, and what is the question?

My heart suddenly realized something.

"They forgot about the divine species that created them, and even the original five machines have long since disappeared. Or rather, it was they who created the original machine species after endless thinking and questioning, and then improved it to its current form over the long years due to constant attacks and battles," Einzig said calmly.

Is that so...?

"I discovered your existence from the individual identifier &U—no, from the memories of Hughie. After carefully searching through the oldest parts of history, I have come here to meet you."

【……in this way……】

"This is merely a conjecture made by the fully connected Einzig, not a decision made jointly by all the machines." From beginning to end, Einzig spoke in this unhurried manner, but everyone knew that, including himself, all the machine types could no longer be called simple and cold machines.

"I see..."

Not knowing what to say, the identity of a deity offered no help to her at this moment. She was like a mother reuniting with a child she hadn't seen for many years, unsure how to begin or how to describe her feelings... Should she run away? Right now.

They fled to the small island where they had lived for countless years.

Such thoughts were leaping through the mind, but the essence of the cauldron remained unmoved... at least not yet.

Who would have thought that the Machine Race that now appears before all races is merely a third-generation creation, not a race directly created by the God Race.

The silence inside the cave continued, and it was foreseeable that this silence and intermittent communication would continue for a long time, but... well, at least they were all enjoying it.

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Standing at the highest point of this cliff, Jibril was gazing into the distance.

A crystallized land surrounded by vibrant greenery, viewed from this vantage point, forms a perfect circle. It is undoubtedly the miraculous place created by the fall of the divine species that she once took Suer to.

The crystallized giant rock, still emitting a shimmering white light, floats in mid-air as before. However, the icy wind that once brushed against my face has now turned into a warm breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers, sweet but not cloying.

The world was covered in the style that weed loved, and the endless grass and flowers were enough to annoy Jibril just by looking at them, not to mention the floating palace that she could see simply by looking up.

Fortunately, he preserved this place, at least this crystal land was not polluted—thinking of this, Jibril's mood improved somewhat.

It's hard to say what I felt when that man truly became the one and only god, ending this endless war... Were those lingering doubts a blessing for him? Or something else entirely?

Even though the God of War didn't say anything to her after the war ended and she returned to Arbont Heim, Jibril was still unable to get over the hurdle in her heart. She kept herself locked in the white cube house until today when she finally decided to go out for a walk, only to find herself in this place without realizing it.

Perhaps it was the damage caused to the Skywing race, a race that lived by fighting, by the inability to fight each other after the war. At least for Jibril, during this period, past memories kept popping up in her mind, and even things she thought she had forgotten kept coming back to her.

She gently shook her head, and the swaying sensation emanating from her pink hair, which reflected a magnificent color, made Jibril unable to resist reaching out to touch it—the hair was long and slender, like wings, hanging down from the sides of her face, covered with fine and soft down. It was white near her face and bright yellow towards the ends, just like the ears that grow on the sides of the ears of the Skywing species.

But do Skywing species really need ears?

As her fingers traced the feather, Jibril suddenly remembered the question that man had once raised. For life forms composed of elves, the Skywings naturally didn't need such a rudimentary means as hearing to explore their surroundings, so it served more as decoration... Ah, why did I think of that again?

The only thing the man praised about his master was his aesthetic sense.

Unable to suppress a soft chuckle, Jibril remembered how, after they had become more familiar with each other, the man had sneaked up to her one morning and said he wanted to take her fishing so she could enjoy the fun of it. Unfortunately, he soon revealed his true intentions after casting his line.

"Um...hey, Jibril?"

"...Can I touch it? Your, uh, ear? It sounds really fun. Does it move?"

Looking back, the comical image of that man cautiously and furtively covering his mouth while constantly gesturing to his ear with his other hand still seems vivid in my mind.

Of course, she ultimately didn't agree. Under the pretext that the ears of the Skywing race were not something to be joked about or touched casually, she even suppressed her strength and beat up the rude man. Although he sounded like he was screaming in pain, it didn't actually hurt that much... What the hell, that weed still jumps out to argue. It's so annoying.

With a long sigh, Jibril turned her head slightly to watch the long tail feathers brush past her palm. The bright yellow down tickled her palm and moved up and down playfully.

What would happen if that request were made now?

The thought suddenly popped into Jibril's mind, and she couldn't suppress it no matter how hard she tried.

Perhaps she will still refuse, or perhaps she will smile, turn her face slightly, lean forward a little, and whisper:

"Okay~"

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What is the trouble of the one true God?

If Tetu, who has been in power for six thousand years, were to answer this question, the answer would probably be only one thing—he's too idle.

No one came to ask him to play the game he most wanted to play. From this perspective, agreeing to that guy's request might have been a losing proposition... He was too young and naive back then. No wonder that guy ran away so easily...

And they even said they wanted to come back... Pshaw!

In short, Tet was so bored that he kept transforming into other races to experience fun: the demon race, the winged race, and even the world-famous fool—the sea race.

However, we didn't eat fish in the sea today; we ate fish on land... in the body of a human.

"Huh? So what? Tell me the story you promised!" A blue-haired beastman with cute animal ears asked curiously in this seaside city.

"Ah~ Ah~, the story~", Tetu said with difficulty as he quickly gnawed on the big fish, "It's rare to find a child like you who is interested in such an old story these days. I feel a little sentimental about it, knowing that I'm getting old."

"It's so annoying! Tell me the story! Tell me already!"

The cute blue-haired orc was making a racket.

"Okay, okay~, I'll tell you right away~", Tetu said softly, but his gaze went past the orc girl's shoulder and reached the end of the street.

A tall human male with crimson hair stood beside a petite, lovely woman with long, silver-white hair, and finally, a red-haired girl with an air of authority, standing with her hands on her hips, lecturing them. The man and woman listened to the lecture with smirks, showing no signs of impatience.

“Ah~, let’s start from the very beginning~” Tetu suddenly tapped his left palm lightly with his right hand, then looked at the blue-haired orc girl in front of him and said, “A story that was buried for various reasons over a long period of time and is unknown to the world.”

"The story begins six thousand years ago, before that endless war had ended, with a legendary human... Hmm~, should we call it a love story? Or an adventure story?"

"Hmm~, if I had to use one word to describe it, it would be an epic legend, a myth unique to humankind..."

"That human's name was Suer..."

Postscript to Volume One

This book is not finished!!!

Even if you're going to write a second volume, please leave an "auto-subscribe" option. May you have a peaceful and happy life, sob sob. I still have to pay my mortgage, and if I can't afford to eat, I'll have to start a new book. Thank you.

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Now that we've covered the most important points, let's talk about the plot of this volume.

Overall, I'm quite satisfied. Although there are still some issues compared to my previous book, I personally found the pacing and plot of the story to be quite smooth, and I have basically no regrets. Of course, as for the update speed... well, I'll try harder in the future. Smimasa!

This book also served as a practice piece. As a writer of sweet, slice-of-life stories about youth, I found the atmosphere of the first volume to be a little too heavy. However, the overall tone of the first volume was set when I started writing, so I persevered and finished it.

For the second volume, I'm going to change the style. It will definitely be much easier than the first volume. I'll also try to do as much as I can, more characters, more scenes, etc... I need to become stronger too!

As for everyone's concern for Xiao Ji from the posts and comments, well, to be honest, the outline of the second volume is still quite vague. I can only say that Xiao Ji will definitely appear again, but I don't know exactly when... hehe!

I want to solemnly declare that I am absolutely not abusing Jibril. As I mentioned in the article, the Skywing race is the Skywing race of the God of War. They cannot betray the master they serve. As for Jibril's final actions, not completely annihilating Suer and Xinke can be considered a betrayal in a sense. Of course, she can also explain to the God of War that she did not think Suer and the others would succeed at the time.

The reason why Jibril and Sue ended up in this plot can only be described as a normal development of their nature, mission, and personality. If I had written it so that she turned around and stood on Sue's side, it would have been a complete collapse... at least that's what I think.

Finally, regarding the issue of female leads that some readers are concerned about, I have always believed that the only thing that determines the number of female leads is the plot. As long as they have a presence and are not just decorative, and as long as the natural development of the plot allows for the appearance of a second or even more female leads, then I am not against having multiple female leads—but of course, it is impossible for a string of female leads to appear, that would be too many.

So, I'll leave Xiao Ji's future and the future of the characters who appear in the following volumes to the plot. If I were allowed to have multiple female leads, I definitely wouldn't be doing any stock market speculation. As those who have read the previous book know, I, Hua Hua, always make decisive decisions.

That's about all I wanted to say. Thank you so much to all the readers who have supported me all this time. It is because of you that I have the opportunity to create. I am truly grateful to you all. I will polish the best story I can think of to repay you. Thank you all!

Flower Fairy Dream

2022.4.10

Chapter One: Su Er Understands a Little

[A heads-up: This volume is a fusion of various anime and manga related to yokai. Some settings are used, while others are discarded. The story timeline is also fictional, featuring original plot and semi-original characters. Please do not try to correlate it with real-world history or the original work. Also, please do not include any secondary settings or personal opinions in your reading. Any such attempts to stir up trouble will be deleted and banned. Thank you for your support.]

[Not having read the original novel will not affect your reading experience, please feel free to watch.]

[Those who are not interested in ancient Japanese mythology can skip directly to Chapter 84 of Volume 2. Jibril's personal side story is also in the modern-day section.]

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Suer loves the night in this world.

A galaxy seemed to flow from the deepest part of the sky and the universe to the deepest part of the earth. The shimmering fragments were like stars, yet they also seemed to be just simple, bright points of light. Even as Suer approached at top speed, the distance remained unchanged—they were always points of starlight, neither growing larger nor smaller.

Unless the sky is completely obscured by dark clouds at night, the Milky Way shines with endless blue and white starlight, illuminating the earth clearly. Unlike the sun's light during the day, the starlight is not dazzling and does not have much heat, but it is bright enough that one might mistake it for daytime if they do not look closely.

Perhaps also worth mentioning is the enormous moon that waxes and wanes with the passage of time. Every night when the Milky Way is revealed, the bright moon hangs quietly in the sky above the Milky Way. The stars, which should have faded when the moon is bright, still stubbornly shine, as if they are not willing to be outdone.

Of course, although he particularly liked the nights in this world, Suer didn't actually dislike the sun or the daytime he was in. Or perhaps it was because the sun in this world wasn't his creation that he felt a strange sense of familiarity and affection for it.