Why can't humans do it too?

Meeting Xin Ke's pitying gaze, Su Er's smile became even more strained, almost unable to hold on.

"...At least he didn't choose to attack us, so it's okay to consider it friendly or a prank...right?"

Suer's voice grew softer and softer.

"Has Mr. Monkey lost his most basic judgment because of his desire?" Xin Ke's pitying gaze grew clearer, and she sighed deeply. She reached out as if to pinch Su Er's cheek, but the man dodged her hand. "If it were the old you, you certainly wouldn't have made such a judgment... Is it because you can't bear to part with him that you've chosen to deliberately ignore it?"

Xin Ke knows everything; she sees everything clearly.

"It's time to wake up, Mr. Monkey." Seeing Suer standing there motionless, Xin Ke's outstretched hand was not dodged this time, and it accurately pinched Suer's cheek, causing pain.

"The world you used to live in is gone. Even if you find many similar things here, they are all fake. This world is still the one that will disappear without even a reason for death."

"—If you let your guard down... you will die."

Perhaps it was the most serious expression he had ever seen on this woman's face since he met Xin Ke. Su Er stared intently into her eyes, Xin Ke's warning still echoing in his mind.

They remained silent, unable to refute the argument.

Suer knew she was right.

"The situation is now quite clear. There is no doubt that some of the food that Mr. Monkey stored in the cellar was stolen by an intelligent creature, including the jerky hanging on the roof. It would have been stolen by the same creature. If it were an ordinary wild animal, it would not have been able to hide it from my senses."

Xinke took a few steps outside, her gaze sweeping over the hole that Suer had dug outside the wooden house. A rock was blocking the entrance to the hole.

"Although I still can't use magic, my basic physical abilities are still superior to Mr. Monkey's. Without magic, he can't escape my senses at all. The orcs who can do this with just their physical bodies wouldn't be so secretive. They could just kill the two of us directly, there's no need for them to steal."

Xin Ke continued her analysis.

"From this perspective, the creature lingering around us may not have the strength to kill both of us directly. Is it injured? But it can still use magic, and even those magical traps similar to those made by forest elves were set up by it."

"Yes, I did let my guard down. Even though all the defenses in this city were deliberately breached by that monster, I immediately assumed it was a trap set by the forest elves who came later... Was I really deceived by my preconceived notions after all..."

Biting her thumb, Xin Ke muttered to herself softly, her face gradually turning pale.

"The only thing that could increase our sense of security now is that it didn't choose to attack head-on, but instead chose to steal secretly... Is it because it's also short of food? That doesn't make sense..."

"—I mean, all that nagging and blaming about stealing is so annoying!!"

Xin Ke's quiet muttering was suddenly interrupted. Rather than saying that she and Su Er had been waiting for this moment, even their previous rambling was a fishing tactic. Without hesitation, the two of them turned their heads and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

The mysterious creature hiding around the two of them revealed itself so easily, not through some kind of magic that required no skill, but through a more sophisticated method. It appeared by breaking through space, and shimmering dust drifted behind it as it appeared.

Angels—that was the first impression that appeared in Suer's mind, followed by a more accurate understanding.

Flügel.

That savage race, which retained the habits of a primitive headhunting tribe, had their entire bodies composed of elves, these fantastical beings. Even in terms of life form alone, they surpassed powerful species like Suer and Xinke, who were made of flesh and blood. The word "biological" was no longer worthy of describing their existence; they were truly superior beings.

The amount of spirit energy that could be condensed into just one of her palms already exceeded the amount of spirit energy contained in Xin Ke's entire body at its peak. It was overwhelmingly powerful. The bottomless, insurmountable pits she had seen along the way were proof of the power of this race. Even in this city, traces of their rampage remained.

The only problem is that this suddenly appearing Skywing is not exactly what Suer had imagined—perhaps the biggest difference is its size?

She was so small, like a little girl who was only a few years old.

Chapter 137 Jibril

"Jeep-chan~~~Jeep-chan~~~"

"Hehe, hehehehe~~, so cute~ Little Jeep-chan~~~"

"Ah~~~~ I really want to hug this little Jeep-chan in my arms!! Hehehe, her cuteness level has increased by 180% compared to before, meow!"

"..."

It sounded like a very cute and sweet girl's voice, even the end of her words had an adorable "meow" sound, but for some reason it sounded very greasy and perverted, like a pervert, presenting a feeling completely opposite to the original characteristics of the voice.

At the very least, Jibril showed complete impatience... or to put it more bluntly, boredom.

They couldn't even be bothered to open their eyes and take a look.

But when that disdainful expression was placed on her cute little face, it didn't calm down the guy flying around her outside; on the contrary, it made him even more excited.

Even though this had happened countless times over the long years, the reaction of the senior outside had never changed. To be honest, she no longer needed to stay in this repair facility after regaining consciousness, but in order to escape from this guy's embrace, Jibril still chose to crawl back here.

It took four years to regain consciousness, and a full recovery would take six years... Just thinking about having to maintain this body for another two years made Jibril sigh deeply.

"Oh ho ho ho! Little Jeep! The little Jeep is breathing on me! Oh ho ho ho~~"

"Can you be quiet for a bit, annoying lil-senpai?" Jibril finally opened her eyes and sighed again as she pleaded.

Without any regard for appearances, she lay sprawled outside the transparent healing formation, staring at the tiny... young girl inside. The winged creature with emerald-green hair wore a wounded expression.

A halo with intricate patterns swirls above her head, and wings extend from her waist to both sides, flapping as if woven from light as she flies in mid-air. Although she is flying upside down, her beautiful hair does not fall down. Compared to her ethereal beauty, the expression on the face of the winged creature with emerald hair can only be described as foolish.

"First of all, let's put aside this increasingly boring nickname. Little Jeep, aren't you including yourself in this, meow?!"

The emerald-haired fool screamed in terror. More than being addressed so rudely, she was concerned that the young girl in front of her had been dragged into this mess.

"Phew—I really want to rest now. If annoying senior Jibril doesn't disappear in a few breaths, I'm afraid it will be difficult to communicate with her again in the future, you know?" With a calm and efficient threat, Jibril's serious eyes conveyed that she was not joking.

"Eek meow!!!" Just like a real startled cat, the emerald-haired 'Annoying Lil' exclaimed, and with a single flap of her wings, her body, which had been flipping in the air, disappeared from the healing spell room at the speed of light, leaving only the lingering sound that could not keep up with her speed.

"Ming, I'll come see you again tomorrow, meow!! Little Jeep-chan! Remember to miss your big sister!!!"

Finally, the spell room returned to the tranquility that brought Jibril genuine happiness.

This is the daily life of the Skywing race: cheerful, humorous, and relaxed, as if they weren't even in the midst of this great war.

Avant Heim, a kingdom located above a giant fantasy species floating in the sky, is both the name of this fantasy species and the name of the kingdom of the Skywing species. It is as if the scene is created by countless scattered giant cubes, created by the hand of the most avant-garde artist.

With just a slight lift of her head, Jibril could see the enormous skull of the dragon spirit in the distance. It was the spot her sisters had arranged to place it after the long, elaborate banquet they had held while she was unconscious—so that she could see her greatest achievement, her glorious feat, the moment she awoke.

Even today, several years later, Jibril still gets excited whenever she recalls what she did back then; it's a mysterious feeling.

She seemed to have found the answer her patron god sought, yet she couldn't express the feeling in words. And that dragon spirit... Even facing certain death, it showed no panic, and even had the composure to smile and congratulate her on her victory...

not understand.

As a multi-dimensional life form that spans multiple time periods, centered on the present and encompassing the past and future, possessing eternal life and power comparable to that of a god, that dragon spirit must have already foreseen its own demise, right?

Why are you so calm?

Even though her power has grown to the point where even her sisters have to look up to her, Jibril finds that there are still things she doesn't understand—or rather, there are more things she doesn't understand.

She grew increasingly irritable and didn't even want to write anything in her diary anymore. Apart from the few words she added when she first woke up, Jibril had thrown the diary deep into the room.

The declaration she made to the supreme god she served, standing tall and proud, still lingered in her mind, and the power of that declaration seemed to be constantly urging her on.

It is both a challenge and a provocation.

As an incomplete individual among the Skywing race, she has already refuted common sense with her actions, proving to her sisters that the common sense that the Skywing race cannot defeat the superior race alone is wrong.

But this is not enough.

She still couldn't bring a truly satisfied smile to the god she served.

The master yearns to surpass him and bring him defeat, while the servant is unable to satisfy this yearning... How hateful this is.

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, but Jibril didn't show it on the surface—because she knew that if her thoughts were known to her senior, 'Annoying Jibril,' she would probably be watched like a hawk.

Even though it wasn't the first time she'd been injured, Azriel's reaction had never changed... Oh right, Azriel is 'Annoying Riel's' real name.

She sighed again at the clinginess of her senior, but only Jibril knew that deep down she didn't actually dislike the feeling.

But now, finally, there was a chance to breathe some fresh air, and a smile appeared on Jibril's lips—she had already asked her sister Raphael for help.

Chapter 138 Jibril II

Although what he told his sister Raphael was still a lie.

It wasn't that Jibril wanted to spend the day in peace and quiet, so she asked Raphiel to hold Azriel back. Instead, she planned to take this opportunity to sneak out and relieve some boredom—the waiting time for the repairs had made it hard for Jibril to breathe.

She prefers a feeling of anxiety.

As beings composed entirely of elves, even though they haven't fully recovered their power yet, the Skywing race is a race adept at manipulating space, so safety isn't a major concern.

With a light flap of her tiny wings extending from her waist, Jibril disappeared into the blocky city.

Even the weakest dragon spirit species can store as much spirit energy in a single scale as a winged species can use at its maximum capacity, and the number of dragon spirit species' scales is in the hundreds of millions... From this perspective, Jibril's defeat and killing of Rissinger (Completely Distant Light), who can be considered a strong dragon spirit, can be said to have achieved a feat that surpasses mythology, as if a mortal were slaying a dragon.

Even so, she heard many compliments from her sisters who came to visit, but Jibril was a little disappointed—she suddenly missed the time when she challenged the dragon.

Those were the times when I racked my brains and worked hard to improve myself, filled with anticipation, fantasy, and tension.

Isn't the wait for recovery a bit too tedious?

Driven by an inner restlessness, Jibril soared across the blood-red sky like a falcon, searching for some rare or interesting enough heads to be new collectibles.

There's no way around it; we can't let traditional craftsmanship be lost.

Although Jibril defies the Creator, speaks rudely to her older sisters, and attacks anything she dislikes, she is indeed a good girl who follows tradition—or rather, a good Skywing.

It must be said that they are a race created when the power of the God of War was at its peak. Apart from a few superior races, the Skywing race has a dominant position on the entire continent. Even though Jibril is not at her strongest at this time, she still has a hard time finding an opponent.

Like a lord surveying her territory, she flew directly in the cloudless sky, her sharp eyes looking down at the earth.

Then I saw a group of arrogant goblins.

There's only one lonely spaceship, what are these dwarfs so arrogant about?!

Jibril recognized that long rift; it was the place where her creator, the war god Artesius, and the final dragon Hatirem fought their strongest battle before she was even created. It's hard to say whether her unwavering attitude in ignoring her sisters' advice and continuing to challenge that dragon spirit was influenced by stories she had heard before, or whether it was an imitation of her worshipped creator.

Ah, it collapsed.