Why can't humans do it too?

“Satellites…” Okan sighed with emotion as he spoke of this, “Humanity has actually conquered the sky and even stepped into the universe with just its wisdom and collective strength… Doesn’t it seem petty of our races to look at us like this?”

When referring to Sur and everything from the previous world, this divine being no longer uses the term "monkey."

"...Unfortunately, the humans on this planet cannot replicate such a miracle," Suer's mood suddenly shifted, and he sat back down in his chair, losing interest.

The reason is simple: these outrageous races that arbitrarily and repeatedly teeter on the edge of common sense and the laws of physics.

Hard to imagine, right? Even amidst such endless wars, humanity has still established nations—yes, right now, the humans on this planet have also established their own nations, though perhaps it would be more accurate to call it a group of people risking everything for survival (original setting, please don't argue).

“But it sounds like the world before Mr. Monkey came here wasn’t very peaceful either,” Xin Ke said, swinging her legs as she glanced at the models called fighter jets, tanks, and missiles.

“That is indeed undeniable… Looking at the entire history of mankind, it is not so much that wars occur occasionally in long periods of peace, but rather that so-called peace is just a brief pause between dense wars,” Su Er shook his head with a wry smile. “Everything has two sides. Although I am reluctant to admit it, I have to say that in the time before I transmigrated, the two major wars that affected the entire world were precisely the times when human technology developed the fastest in thousands of years.”

“Ah, although I said that, it doesn’t mean that peace doesn’t promote technological development,” Suer quickly added. “On the contrary, many theories emerge during peacetime, and even computers and mobile phones change every year.”

"Then what are you still worried about?" Okan asked calmly.

"Worried... internal strife, huh?" Su Er chugbed another glass unhappily. "If all of humanity had united and stopped targeting each other, we probably could have colonized other planets before I transmigrated. We were able to launch things to Mars in the last century, but in the new century, we haven't even left the solar system. What will we do when all the non-renewable resources on this planet are exhausted... Pour the wine!!"

Suddenly raising her voice, Suer waved her hands wildly, as if she could shake off her troubles that way.

Ignoring Sul's somewhat out-of-control behavior, Okan was surprisingly good-natured and refilled Sul's cup with spiritual oil.

Without stopping, Suer grabbed the cup and drank the newly filled cup of spiritual oil in one gulp.

"...Oh right, did I tell you about that?" Sul vaguely turned to look at Okan beside him, "...The international communist movement failed..."

“Ah, I’ve already said that twice,” Okan said after raising his glass and drinking it down, just like Suer. “It is indeed a great idea, even I can’t deny it.”

"Right? That's great... What a pity..." Suer had already buried his head on the table, "If it could be realized, maybe all of humanity could work together to use all the resources on the planet to build a spaceship to travel in space... Maybe we could come to this world... and take me home..."

Come back home.

Suer's voice grew softer and softer, tinged with barely perceptible sobs.

"...Hahahahahahaha!" A sudden burst of hearty laughter rang out. When Suer looked up in confusion at the divine being beside him, the elderly figure dressed as a gentleman was laughing heartily, "Traveling between stars in a spaceship? Communicating across worlds, how epic and magnificent! I love it!!"

“If that day ever comes, I’ll treat them to a cup of elixir,” Okan said, patting Suer on the shoulder and laughing. “Let’s see what kind of heroes they will become.”

This is the promise made by the divine race.

Sull probably won't live to see that day come, and both Okan and Hinco clearly understand this.

“…Ah, thank you,” still not understanding what such a promise meant, he was inexplicably moved. Suer wiped his moist eyes. To be honest, Okan’s slap on his hand was a bit too hard, which really brought him back to his senses. “Speaking of which, when exactly did you find out about me and Nirbalian?”

“We found it as soon as we entered the city,” Okan replied, suppressing his hearty laughter, but this answer made Suer and Xinke exchange bewildered glances.

It was a very shocking answer, but for some reason, Suer was surprised to find that he was not surprised at all and accepted it easily.

"You actually want to ask why I didn't take action or tell the children, right?" He took off his glasses as if playing with a new toy, and gently breathed white mist onto them as Suer had told him before, then wiped them lightly with a square cloth.

Without speaking, Su Er listened attentively.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Okan grinned unrestrainedly. Only at this moment did Sur feel the majesty unique to the divine race emanating from Him. “This is a trial for the children, they are more than capable of handling it.”

Chapter 81 Mori God's reputation was ruined

Words brimming with trust and courage.

Is it possible to allow the enemy to run rampant in your city for such a reason? Are you completely unconcerned about the potential for heavy casualties... or are you confident that you can stop the irreversible crisis before it occurs?

Suer guessed that the answer might be the latter.

Just from this small world that seemed to have frozen time, pulling him and Xin Ke in from the outside world, one could tell that the power of the divine species was absolutely beyond the imagination of ordinary beings.

This was definitely not the full power of the God of Forging.

“By the way, if I hadn’t specifically looked for her, I wouldn’t have noticed this forest elf before she used magic,” Okan suddenly remembered something crucial and looked at Suer, continuing, “So rather than saying I discovered you, it would be more accurate to say I discovered you; she was just an afterthought.”

Hearing Xin Ke's words, which made her blood pressure soar, Su Er could already see the veins bulging on the forehead of the light golden-haired forest elf.

"You found me? Am I that obvious?" Suer asked hastily.

"Do you know? This great war has been going on for who knows how long. Not to mention the beings made of elves, just consider the nine races with physical bodies. How many prisoners have they taken from each other..." Instead of directly answering Suer's question, Okan brought up something seemingly unrelated, "You can guess, Suer, how many hybrids exist in this world?"

"...There should be relatively few, right?" Sull didn't know the answer, but when he studied under Riku, he had never heard of any hybrids who had made a name for themselves.

“Few?” Okan chuckled. “To be precise, there should be none. Although the sixteen races may have similar appearances, their souls are completely different, and even their reproductive origins are different. At the very least, it’s not like the world you came from, where physical intercourse alone can achieve the same result.”

“Everything in this world contains elves, and the soul is the most exquisite part of an elf. If you want to have offspring, you need to take a part of the other's soul and combine it with your own... So do you understand the answer?” Okan repeated once again.

“...Is it because of my soul?” Suer murmured.

“That’s right,” Okan nodded. “I can be sure that your soul is absolutely different from all other souls in this world. Although this forest elf has discovered many of the strange things about your soul, her understanding is still too shallow... she is completely unaware of the dangers of your soul.”

“…Me? Dangerous?” Suer pointed at himself with amusement.

But Okan showed no intention of continuing the conversation; he didn't even bother to probe or ask further questions, as if bringing it up would bring danger.

“Have another drink,” Okan said calmly, refilling Sul’s empty cup with spirit oil once more. “After you get out of here, stay far away from the goblin cities… if you can escape.”

He calmly told the people he was having a pleasant conversation not to come again, as if he were getting rid of a plague god—please forgive Suer for thinking of such a description, but Okan's words gave him such a clear hint.

"Aren't you going to let us stay?" Suer glanced subconsciously at the pyramid in front of him and the models scattered all around.

“Although you have a wonderful world in your mind, I also believe in my children,” Okan’s aged face suddenly smiled with a kind smile, “the goblin race will surely create a magnificent civilization that will not lose to your former world.”

His face bore the familiar, confident smile that Suer wore when introducing his child's award to the neighbors—a smile that exists on the face of every parent who is proud of their child.

“I understand,” Suer said, taking a deep breath and holding the cup in his hands. “I thought everything the goblins did was under your instructions.”

"Ha!" Okan laughed disdainfully, proudly raising his head. "I'm not a piece of trash like Kenas. What the kids do is their business; I just need to watch."

“There’s only one point I have to agree with…” Xin Ke smiled and nodded in agreement, and then Su Er immediately understood who Kainas was.

The only person who could make Xin Ke harbor such resentment is that Forest God, right?

What exactly did that person do... Suer muttered to himself.

"Hahahaha, you know a lot, don't you? You're clearly a forest elf yourself. I heard everything you said outside. I really don't know how you became the Flower Crown Lord under Kenus's nose, hahaha!" Okan laughed wildly like a raging fire. He even lost his composure and slammed his fist on the table in front of him. His serious old gentlemanly demeanor had long been forgotten.

"Ah, maybe that's why He's called trash?" Finding a consensus with others on this point made Xin Ke feel better again, even though the person she shared that consensus with was the creator of the gophers, whom she currently hated the most.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

With his dead fish eyes, Suer watched as the two, who should have been enemies, burst into insane laughter in unison.

What's this? As long as you're Black Forest God, we're good friends?

"Don't worry, as you said, the humans in your past world were carefully controlling wars, right? So when resources are almost exhausted, they will definitely unite. Don't look so gloomy now," Okan said, patting Suer's shoulder again to comfort him, thinking he was still immersed in the past, as Suer didn't burst into a loud laugh.

“No, I’m not frowning or anything… Never mind,” Suer shook his head and stopped dwelling on the issue. “By the way, how did you come up with the idea of ​​creating such a goblin species? It’s just too powerful in every aspect. If it were in a game, it would be as ridiculous as having a cheat code.”

To be honest, the more fitting adjectives for Suer would be shameless or cheating, but for safety's sake, I used some more conventional terms.

“Isn’t it good?” Okan’s smile faded slightly. “Imagine your ideal self, push your emotions to the limit, constantly sketch out a better version of yourself, and then train according to your ideal. Even if you find that your past ideal was not your limit after you reach it, is there anything more wonderful than that?”

“To infinitely surpass one’s past self, to make full use of everything around you, to create things that even I could never have imagined… isn’t that good?” Okan asked again, his voice serious.

Chapter 82 Firm Belief

“While I don’t reject the concept of striving upwards, up until now, the goblins have probably only been dancing within the scope of your power, right?” Sull said seriously. “They can’t do what your power can’t imagine… I suddenly know how to refute the question Ronnie asked me outside.”

In the midst of this conversation and reflection, Suer finally, in hindsight, clarified the logic of his rebuttal.

"Without a true methodology for understanding the world, rather than saying that the goblins are honing themselves to forge more powerful things, it would be more accurate to say that they are playing with the power you have given them, doing whatever they want, trying to get closer to you—their limit is also visible to the naked eye, which is you, the God of Forging... But this is a realm that is completely impossible to reach through training, isn't it?"

How could an ordinary being possibly transform itself into a divine being by training and hammering itself, and even become stronger through the power of a divine being?

The most inviolable iron law is that gods cannot create anything beyond the limits of their power.

Taking a deep breath, without even giving Okan a chance to say anything, Sull continued quickly, "I know what the biggest difference is between goblins and humans."

He was rapidly recalling and listing all the knowledge he possessed in his mind.

"Penicillin, which was accidentally discovered due to carelessness in not cleaning the petri dish, has saved countless lives; the light-emitting material, which was invented after countless attempts, is the most suitable material for the core of an electric light; gunpowder, which was accidentally calibrated in the pursuit of immortality, has propelled the progress of civilization throughout the world... In addition to these, there are countless similar discoveries and inventions. These are all differences between humans and goblins."

"Are you trying to say it's a coincidence?" Okan asked rhetorically.

“That’s just the surface,” Sue shook his head and continued, “Many times, humans set very ambitious goals, but such goals are often difficult to achieve. Even achieving half of them can be considered a success. In the process of achieving these goals, we will associate and record many unexpected things among various mistakes. After all, many problems in this world do not have only one answer. We can create things that we cannot even imagine.”

"--Methodology," Sue calmly repeated this most important thing for humanity in understanding and transforming the world, "Humans are indeed no match for the unreasonable race of goblins in terms of individual strength and magical technology, but I believe that one day, we can use the tools we create to rediscover and redefine the entire world... Every step forward for humanity is a continuous transcendence of its past understanding, creating things that its past selves could never have done."

"Therefore, if we were to put the two races together in a competition and extend the timeframe indefinitely, I believe that in the end, the one that will possess power comparable to that of the gods will be humanity... with our unique technology."

Suer's voice was not excited, not even a tremor, but his expression and words undoubtedly declared to Okan that this was the fact he believed in—he believed in humanity, and this truth did not need to be shouted to increase its credibility.

“…I really want to have a good talk with your creator, how to raise a child with such thoughts…” After a long silence, Okan suddenly sighed deeply.

He neither agreed nor disagreed.

"What are you talking about?" Suer said with a smile. "We don't have a creator. Every step of our evolution, from the ocean to the land, from monkeys to humans, is traceable. If we have to say that there is a creator protecting us in modern times... well, maybe nuclear weapons?"

"Hahahahahaha," having already learned what the so-called nuclear bomb was during their previous conversation, Okan couldn't help but burst into laughter at this statement. "What a terrifying creator, hahahahaha!"

“Hahaha, so they are not the same race, and even their starting points are different. They shouldn’t be compared in the first place, since even their standards are different.” After laughing, Suer picked up his cup, took a sip, and said, “I just think that goblins have absolutely no sense of awe for failure compared to humans.”

"A world built on countless failures, mistakes, and sacrifices, using the wrong means to avoid making mistakes... Ha, if both sides possess weapons powerful enough to destroy the world, will peace actually come?" Sull chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Knowing what is wrong, yet using even the wrong methods to create a world that will never make mistakes... that's the contradiction... humanity."

Suddenly, his interest waned. The world he could probably never return to would only bring more sorrow if he thought about it—even Suer himself knew that what he was saying now was largely mixed with the beautiful longing and hope that remained because he could no longer reach it.

He seemed even more drunk.

“Then let time prove it,” Okan said, having also finished his cup of spiritual oil. “Witnessing a child’s growth is one of the joys of parenthood, haha.”