Why can't humans do it too?

Wait, no, wouldn't a head with such special value lose its value if it were dead?

Suddenly realizing this, Jibril stopped spinning and instead propped her chin up in distress.

Should I raise it? It seems like such a hassle... What do fragile creatures eat again?

She was moved by her own kindness, and also delighted that she was about to receive an extremely rare, top-tier head—one of only one in the world. But unfortunately, Jibril's good mood didn't last long.

[...If I were hiding in the shadows and someone questioned me like that, I'd probably jump out eagerly, wouldn't I?]

Ok?

[Of course, it's more accurate to say that the more powerful and self-assured you are, the stronger your desire to perform and show off becomes...]

hmmmm?

[...I even thought of his or her entrance lines—Oh? A mere monkey has this much guts?]

What are these people saying?

[After all, they're basically guys whose brains are filled with nothing but fists and bigger fists...]

?

Big fire.

A small vein throbbed on her forehead, and a wicked smile crept across Jibril's cute little face—she had made up her mind; she was determined to carve two big words on the forehead of this mindless beast.

Let's just engrave "idiot" on it.

Being an idiot seems like an option too.

But before turning them into decorations, let's take out the fun stuff first.

Following the beast's movements, Jibril peeled the roasted potato, dipped it in sweet chili sauce, and stuffed it into her mouth. As she squinted her eyes and savored the taste, she made her decision.

—If it's clearly a sweet and sour flavor, why did that beast name it Sweet Chili Sauce?

Chapter 141 One-Sided Enemy

Jibril didn't initially intend to show herself so soon... or at least not so easily.

At the very least, after these two guys have escaped the crisis and are relaxed with joy after the arrival of the forest elves who came to their rescue, they should appear in front of everyone in the most beautiful and oppressive way, and after killing all the irrelevant people, take away all their hopes in one fell swoop.

That's what Jibril planned, and she was really looking forward to seeing what kind of expression she would get.

However, the weed's words stirred her heart like a fluffy feather—she knew it was a trap, a scheme by the weed, but she just couldn't help it.

With an aura of immense pressure emanating from the elf, Jibril appeared gracefully before Sull and Hinco.

A geometrically patterned halo rotates orderly above its head, emanating a faint glow from its waist. Its wings, completely aerodynamic, seem more like decorations than supporting flight. Its long, flowing hair flutters in the air, continuing to dance even in a windless environment.

Unfortunately, she was a young girl.

Whenever she rose and fell slightly in the air, her hair swayed, reflecting light like a prism, looking like a rainbow, constantly changing color with the random reflection of light.

Unfortunately, she was a young girl.

Complementing her vibrant and beautiful hair were her amber eyes, which held a golden cross pattern and exuded arrogance and disdain.

Unfortunately, she was a young girl.

She wore a gray metal ornament around her neck, along with a meagerly draped garment that covered her small body. Her smooth arms and thighs were adorned with patterns of unknown meaning.

Unfortunately, it was a young girl!

Although the Skywing's clothing didn't cover much of its body, its tiny size and appearance made it impossible to sense anything related to sexiness... In fact, it was enough to make one feel an urge to kill it on the spot.

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But even though she was such a seemingly delicate girl, the sense of oppression she brought was the strongest that Sull had ever seen besides Okan, especially this undisguised malice, which stemmed from the suppression of her ecological niche.

Here it comes again, that familiar feeling of being oppressed by the elves.

His breathing became rapid. After seeing that small palm print, Suer had indeed wondered what kind of creature would appear here, but no matter how rich his imagination was, he never thought it would be a creature like the Skywing.

A life form composed entirely of elves, ranking among the top of all races... Speaking of which, since it's an energy life form, it should be able to change its appearance at will, right? Was this form chosen specifically because of a hobby?

There was no spare time to think about the questions that popped into his mind one after another in an instant. What made Su Er tense up was the words spoken by the woman beside him—the words spoken by Xin Ke, who was a lifelong hater of the Skywing race.

If the Skywing creature that had been hiding around the two of them hadn't let its guard down, then Xin Ke's description of the entire Skywing creature would undoubtedly have been heard. Thinking of this, Su Er couldn't help but glance at Xin Ke out of the corner of his eye... He needed some hints or guidance.

However, Xin Ke seemed to be frightened, staring blankly at the suddenly appearing Skywing creature without moving.

She recognized it.

It's her, it's her! It's definitely her!

A voice kept shouting in her heart. Even though her body age had changed and her current actions seemed somewhat childish, Xin Ke recognized the identity of this suddenly appearing Skywing creature at a glance. It was the monster that destroyed the city and wiped out all the Forest Elves here. Judging from how the other Skywing creatures called her at the time, her name was—Extra Individual, Jibril.

It is indeed a miniaturized version of the adult form, even the halo floating above the head is the same, and that distinctive hair... there's no mistake.

That guy who led the Skywing race to savagely break through his and the Fairy race's defenses, destroying all the research.

He was also the first guy to make her, a genius, taste that kind of feeling. Looking back now, wasn't that the taste of failure?

After experiencing so much, Xin Ke belatedly realized this—the reason why she always harbored resentment and murderous intent towards the Skywing race, no, it should be said that she always harbored resentment and murderous intent towards Jibril.

I really want to trample that face under my feet and laugh at it properly... to make her feel the same way, to see her cry her heart out because she's been defeated...

"Oh?" Jibril tilted her head in surprise, sensing something from the look in the weed's eyes. "That look, and that aura... Could it be that the weed has seen me before?"

"Um... I really can't remember... I'm so sorry..." Jibril apologized half-bowed without any sincerity, then raised her head slightly and revealed a malicious smile. "...After all, there are just too many weeds to remove... was it just that you sometimes didn't clean them up properly?"

"Oh dear~, this is strange~, I don't remember leaving any survivors... This is really troubling, I'm usually quite confident in my senses~", as if she really felt a headache, the little girl frowned in distress and propped her forehead up with one hand.

"..."

The only response she received was silence. Suer didn't know what to say, while Xinke, for some reason, didn't utter a single sarcastic remark, only keeping a gloomy face, which didn't match Suer's impression of her.

To be honest, he always felt that even if this forest elf was about to be killed, he would never back down verbally.

"Since you two are both keeping quiet, does that mean we've reached an agreement?" Jibril found Su'er and Xin Ke's uncooperative reaction rather uninteresting. She smiled and clasped her hands together in front of her chest, pleadingly, "Could you two please let me restrain you without resistance? I'll be very gentle with your precious heads~~"

If it was clearly just a formality, Suer didn't believe that the Skywing race, which had been hiding for so long, wouldn't know how much fighting power he and Xinke possessed.

"Ah~, I'd be in a difficult position if you two inevitably got hurt because of your resistance... After all, when dealing with such fragile toys, even a little too much force can break them, and it's hard to gauge the appropriate amount of force~"

Arrogant! So arrogant!

Is your next sentence about wanting to step on an ant without killing it? That's a difficult thing to control.

Chapter 142 Removal

Although it looks small and is quite cute in appearance, its childish voice reveals the cruelty and ruthlessness of the Skywing species.

Suer initially thought that given Xinke's grudge against the Skywing race, she would definitely say the worst things, but now, witnessing it firsthand, he realized that Xinke was absolutely right—her tendency to repeat herself perfectly matched the impression he had formed of the Skywing race with Xinke's help.

What African savage?

He wanted to say something but suddenly realized there was nothing to say. The Skywing race wanted his and Xin Ke's heads, and neither he nor Xin Ke would willingly hand them over. Su Er simply raised the short sword in silence.

If you want the head, come and get it yourself.

Death was imminent, yet Suer found himself unexpectedly calm. Was he too numb? Or had he completely adapted to this deadly world? Or was he simply exhausted...?

"Huh???" The Skywing creature exclaimed in surprise. She flew up slightly, then realized that her words might have been misunderstood. "It's not about killing you two to get your skulls~, after all, your value isn't in your power, but in that precious otherworldly knowledge..."

Suer felt a gaze that made his scalp tingle, scraping across it like a file, as if it had pierced through his flesh and seen what was inside.

"The weeds over there are no problem at all, they're just toys with a rarity level of 2, but it would be too wasteful for your top-tier collection to die because of them... I'll be merciful and let it live as well."

"Ah~~, it seems like it would be troublesome to raise it. If my seniors find out about this sudden decision, I'll get nagged again... Seriously, when will I ever change that stubborn mindset?" One second she was feeling touched by her rare act of kindness, but the next second the pink-haired winged creature was holding her head in distress and talking to herself.

She made the decision unilaterally without even consulting Sue and Xinke. After all, in Jibril's opinion, what she said was already the most lenient concession imaginable—couldn't they continue to live, and even thrive? She didn't even mention the difficulties she would encounter in raising such a collection in the Skywing Kingdom.

How could anyone refuse something like this?

That possibility never even crossed the minds of the Skywing race.

It seemed to be communicating with himself and Xinke, but Suer clearly felt that this suddenly appearing Skywing was actually just talking about its own thoughts incessantly—Suer had heard that many mentally ill people had this habit of talking to themselves.

Furthermore, didn't her words sound a bit too familiar? This kind of domesticated speech.

"Oh, oh, I almost forgot, you can't bring dangerous things like that~, and by the way, I don't really like the way you guys are looking at me..."

Completely caught off guard, all Suer saw was a flash of white light. His hand, gripping the elf short sword, went numb as if it had been hit by a truck, from his fingers to his arm. The flesh on his palm turned into thick, rubbery skin, and he was trembling uncontrollably, unable to even bend his fingers.

The short sword, meticulously forged by the Forest Elf, spun gracefully in the air and embedded itself in the distant stone wall, disappearing into it. Even after all this had happened, Suer belatedly heard the slow, leisurely voice of the Skywing.

The white light that knocked away his sharpest weapon wasn't just for that purpose; following a calculated angle and in accordance with its master's will, it then bounced off and struck Xin Ke's ankle.

"It's better to remove things forged from this kind of garbage that only hides underground. As a collectible, it's most perfect when it's clean and free of debris. Although these black and gray marks are a bit of an eyesore as an ornamental piece... well, it doesn't matter, it's just something I did on the side..."

The lock was opened.

The difficulties Xin Ke mentioned in opening the lock ring were nothing more than small stones on the road for the Skywing race. She easily removed the elven restraints from Xin Ke without feeling the slightest fear.

Yes, what does she have to fear?

"vomit!"

Her body suddenly lost the strength to stand, and Xin Ke knelt down on the ground, retching violently. The Pokémon that were bound to her ankles surged into every part of her body like a tidal wave. Her body and nerves, which had not been nourished by Pokémon for a long time, were suddenly filled with pain from the massive number of Pokémon passing through them, causing Xin Ke to tremble and spasm, and she even felt like she was going to vomit.

"Xin Ke!!" Without thinking about the actions of the Skywing, Su Er only had time to rush to Xin Ke's side to try to block something. However, apart from those slow words, the Skywing did not launch any further attacks.