Why can't humans do it too?

Xin Ke's figure paused in mid-air for a simple reason: after the smoke cleared, the spirit armor that Ronnie had transformed and thrown was safely embedded in the head of the giant robot.

The goblin species without its spirit armor is not a threat. Given the massive amount of spirit energy within Ronnie, he wouldn't even need Shinko to lift a finger; without his spirit armor, he would simply explode and die as soon as he casts a spell.

Chapter Seventy-Four Forging

He glanced at the lance stuck in the head of the giant robot beside him. Blue and white lightning occasionally spilled out from inside the spirit armor. Even though the special effects looked very cool and stylish, even Suer knew that this was a sign that the spirit armor could no longer control the spirit it contained. In fact, in that short time, small pieces were already falling off the surface of the lance, and it would be completely shattered in no time.

Xinke is making a decision: whether to swoop down and take this opportunity to kill this wretched gopher.

"Ah, if you're going to attack, now's the time?" Knowing what Xin Ke's pause meant, Ronnie grinned and mocked without flinching. "The time has come to test your courage and spirit, long ears... let's have a fight!"

A very clumsy provocation, but—the challenge was accepted.

With a wave of her hand, she flung Suer to a temporarily safe place. Xin Ke transformed into a bright green meteorite and fell from the sky under the acceleration of gravity, determined to completely obliterate Ronnie into ashes. Even the surrounding air was pushed aside by this attack.

boom! ! !

The flames, expanding and spreading, showed no mercy in the city of the moles; this was the strongest attack Xin Ke could unleash, using all her knowledge!

Nervously lying on the marrow, Su Er didn't know where to put his hands and feet. He wanted to look down, but he was afraid of falling off the smooth edge. Yes, Xin Ke simply tossed him onto the marrow.

He unintentionally achieved something that Riku had never even heard of—stepping on a god and reaching the pinnacle of life.

Suer looked guiltily at the distant divine furnace... Very well, even now the God of Forging has not reacted in the slightest, and has not felt any anger at the thought of his kin being trampled by a wild beast.

Looking around for a place to grab onto, Suer's eyes lit up. He grabbed the edge of the elevated structure on the side of the giant robot's head and tried his best to press his head against the edge of the divine probe to look down.

Leaving aside the debris from the destroyed and fallen buildings, the flames that rose and expanded in a cloud-like pattern gradually dissipated into the air after reaching their end, leaving only the surging air and scorching heat in front of Suer.

Ronnie is not dead; in fact, he and Hinco are right in the center of the explosion.

Blood slowly trickled down his forehead, but compared to this insignificant injury, what he was actually holding in his hand, which was barely larger than his palm, was a round shield that had been torn to shreds. It was this shield, which was radiating an elven light, that had blocked most of the damage for him. No one knew where he had produced such a magical garment out of thin air.

"...Not bad at imitation, huh?" Ronnie praised in a cryptic way, but his words, though meant as a compliment, only made Xin Ke's face grow even darker.

Something is making a creaking or groaning sound.

Fine cracks were gradually appearing on the surface of the small shield blocking Ronnie's way, and Ronnie wasn't the only one who noticed it.

Suddenly, the ground beneath Ronnie's feet shattered, but he didn't panic at all. It was all under his control. He fell downwards following the guidance of gravity. Xin Ke's downward slash passed right across his forehead, and the man's arrogant smile remained unchanged.

Even though he had been forced into this seemingly hopeless situation where he could die at any moment, Ronnie was still confident that he would not die. Shin's plan to kill him directly or force him to skip the Spirit Armor and use magic directly failed.

The small shield deformed beneath him, and in the next moment it acted like a spring, propelling Ronnie into the air, even higher than where Sull was at that moment.

As the goblin soared into the sky, its crimson eyes fell squarely on him. Sul stared intently at the goblin looking down at him, as if trying to see right through him.

The shield shattered.

"Ah, it's still a bit too weak since it was just something hastily made," Ronnie clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, raising his voice and stretching out his arms as if he were in a huge theater full of audience members, "Anyway~ welcome to the Goblin Spirit Armor Lecture!"

ha?

Suer was completely bewildered. His first thought was that this goblin, whose language skills were clearly not very good, might have learned the wrong words, resulting in unclear expression... But wait, wasn't this sentence quite coherent?

And it seems that's true; this goblin is practically overflowing with a desire to perform.

Ronnie casually placed his hand on the steel wall behind him and pulled out a small hammer from his person.

It feels like it's becoming increasingly meaningless.

Although he didn't know why the enemy had suddenly gone mad, Suer decided to make good use of the time. While maintaining his balance, he began to look for something he could do to help Xinke. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the divine essence beneath him was not directly welded to the robot's body, but rather a groove had been created in the robot's shoulder beforehand and then secured with a frame.

After taking out his small dagger and brandishing it a couple of times, Suer wisely abandoned the idea of ​​prying off the restraints.

"...all you need is the right amount of materials, and then—"

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, the area where Ronnie was standing was engulfed by a beam of light.

It was obvious that Xin Ke had no intention of listening to his rambling.

"Cough cough cough! He really is impatient. Are all long-eared people this rude and disrespectful?" Ronnie coughed and mocked as he quickly rolled and jumped onto the wrecked wreckage next to him.

"I just don't want to waste time on trashy Digletts," Xin Ke said mockingly as she slowly flew up from below, her hand brimming with Pokémon.

"Ah~, you're clearly stealing our inscription techniques but still saying things like that?" Ronnie burst into laughter, clutching his stomach. "You really are a dishonest long-eared fellow—"

boom!

Boom boom boom!

One explosion after another followed. Almost as soon as Ronnie jumped to a safe spot, Xinke's attack arrived beside him. Compared to Suer, Ronnie, who could not use magic and could only jump around with his body, looked more like a monkey.

Perhaps realizing this himself, after several escapes, Ronnie became so enraged that he turned around, placed one hand on the wreckage at his feet, and all Sull saw was him forcefully slamming down the small hammer in his hand!

The wreckage was shrinking, deforming, and everything happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that Suer could barely see it. It wasn't an explosion caused by Shinko, but rather the sound that Ronnie himself made, like a massive bomb being stuffed into a confined space, resulting in a deafening explosion that seemed to come out of nowhere.

Immediately following all this was Xin Ke's subsequent attack.

Chapter Seventy-Five: The Power of the Goblin Seed

"And so, the spirit dress was completed..."

The grayish-white smoke had not completely dissipated when Ronnie's deep, smug voice came from the depths of the smoke. Even though there was no longer anything to stand in that space, he was still there, perfectly fine.

When the smoke finally dissipated, Sull saw the goblin floating in the air, holding a one-handed longsword. The longsword was wrapped in four-colored light, clearly revealing his identity.

“…What is this?” Suer muttered to himself, completely unable to accept it.

"Huh? Of course it's spirit armor!" Ronnie answered, raising his longsword and brandishing it, having easily overheard Sull's mutterings.

"Isn't that obvious?!" Unable to control her emotions any longer, Su'er raised her voice and shouted, "Of course I know it's a spirit suit! But what's with the manufacturing process?!"

"Where's the cutting?! Where's the casting?! It can clearly deform, so you should at least assemble it a bit, right?! You just knock it out and that's it?! You can assume the design drawings are in your head, but where are the measuring tools?! Where are the machine tools?! Such a precise machine is just knocked out like that?!"

Sull would swear on his shoes that if this Ronnie dared to come in front of him right now, he would punch him hard—in the face!

"Huh? Compared to this long-eared thing, it's clearly a monkey, yet it's surprisingly knowledgeable?" Ronnie turned around in surprise, but then casually shook his head and said, "Why bother with all that complicated stuff? There's only one answer to this kind of thing: just tap it by feel!"

"I'll smash you to death!!!" Suer looked down, trying to find a rock, but unfortunately couldn't. "Apologize to the machine!"

"Huh? Why should I apologize? I can just come up with any idea, create anything on the spot, and my emotions will lead me to the perfect solution. That's the way goblins survive!" Ronnie replied dismissively, but before he could even be cool for a second, Xin Ke punched him.

It seems that the hastily made spirit armor is not strong enough to keep up with Xin Ke's attack power. Xin Ke, who does not need the spirit armor to fight, is unleashing her full strength as an eighth-level mage. Meanwhile, the spirit armor that Ronnie has truly and meticulously made has already been destroyed in that great battle.

"Hey! At least let me finish speaking before you hit me!" Ronnie shouted in annoyance as he dodged Xin Ke's attacks. "I think this monkey knows more about goblins than you, Long Ears? Why don't we leave him here?"

"...Hehe, hehehe, Mr. Monkey seems to be having a good chat with the moles, doesn't he?" Xin Ke smiled strangely, her attacks sounding like she was actually playing a game called whack-a-mole, doing both at the same time.

Ah, it's broken.

The longsword that Ronnie hastily made finally perished in an explosion after withstanding several attacks, but this had no effect on him at all. With just a light tap of his hammer, the wreckage was transformed into a highly sophisticated and efficient machine.

It's just ridiculous. The more Su Er saw this bizarre scene, the more his head ached. His previous feeling was right—the goblin race is closer to a magical civilization than an industrial civilization; it makes no sense at all!

“Although they have developed their own technique by imitating our inscription technique, it still seems far from enough,” Ronnie said, deftly dodging Xin Ke’s attacks while continuing to mock his enemy. “That’s true. Compared to us, who can create everything with just the sensibility given to us by God, Long Ears is far too inferior.”

Ah, a new version has emerged—Sul has heard two versions from Xinke and Ronnie, both of whom despise each other as worthless garbage.

"Whatever we want to create, our intuition will naturally guide us to the most suitable approach. It won't lead to mistakes, it doesn't require assumptions, and it doesn't need verification. We can act simply by imagining, turning imagination into creation, gaining inspiration through intuition, and practicing repeatedly with that inspiration. Ultimately, we created the entire civilization of the goblin race, evolving infinitely upwards. We will try but we won't make mistakes, we will verify but we won't fail... So, what do you think? That monkey over there? Compared to those long-eared creatures, the goblins are indeed far superior, aren't they?"

Completely unprepared for Ronnie to suddenly throw the topic at him, Suer hadn't even had time to react before he received a murderous glare from Xin Ke.

If everything is as Ronnie says, then there's absolutely no chance of error, not even the cost of trial and error. A goblin species that can advance solely through imagination does indeed sound more capable than a forest elf species that makes mistakes and constantly researches. But—

“…Isn’t this cheating?” Suer still found it hard to accept.

"Huh? Cheating?" Ronnie, caught off guard by his boast, turned around abruptly amidst the fierce battle and retorted, "What cheating? This is an achievement I could only attain through my own skill. How am I cheating?"

Undeniably, this is even a sign of the Forging God's favoritism towards the goblin race, a rule established at the time of creation.

So rather than saying that Suer wanted to express cheating, it's more accurate to say that... it's unfair.

But where in this world is there any fairness?

Ultimately, there's also a sense of resentment and jealousy.

If we humans possessed such a talent, we wouldn't have to struggle like this in this great war, would we? Moving forward over the corpses of our comrades…

This is the kind of resentment Sue felt, yet it was a long-established fact that humanity had never had its own gods.

“However, failures also accumulate experience and eventually lead to success. None of these are meaningless…” Su’er’s rebuttal became weaker and weaker, and he couldn’t even convince himself. His words gradually faded into inaudibility.

"That's not right, is it?" With a forceful blow, Ronnie forced Xin Ke away. He suddenly understood why this proud long-eared monkey had kept the monkey by his side, because even he himself had the same thought at this moment.

Compared to the clever forest elf, the monkey gradually became more interesting.

He wanted to say something, and he also wanted to hear the monkey's reply.

“Nobody wants to see themselves fail, right?” Ronnie pointed out sharply. “If you can succeed the first time, why not do it? There’s no point in pursuing the experience gained from failure.”

Why celebrate failures that should have been avoided?

Why should we glorify suffering?

Suer... could not answer.

Chapter Seventy-Six: Transformation

"Can't answer?" Ronnie sighed with some disappointment. "So-called failures are ultimately just stepping stones to success. If they can be avoided, they should be avoided as much as possible."