Why can't humans do it too?

She couldn't understand what the goblin's inorganic voice that had just rang out meant.

Having always lived in her own world, cleaning her own room, she never bothered to think about what those mole rats were or how they communicated, so she had never delved into these things.

"Are you stupid?!" he shouted almost like a roar. In the language of the forest elves, his confused state of mind made it impossible for him to accurately control the volume of his voice. "Run! That voice was warning that this spaceship is about to self-destruct!"

"Self-destruct?" the forest elf asked in astonishment. However, before it could react to the information, the forest elf suddenly realized something—the monkey had spoken the forest elf's language.

Before Suer could escape from the upside-down, dizzying world that had overwhelmed his exhausted body, the ground where he and the forest elves were standing suddenly trembled violently, as if a train had derailed, accompanied by a loud rattling sound.

The next moment, the 'sky' that the two had just rolled into closed, and the metal wall drew a semi-circle to seal off the blank space. The two were as if they were trapped in a small capsule, and the only thing illuminating the surrounding space was the orange light that suddenly appeared from the hole.

Chapter Forty-Three: The Voyage

No, the only things illuminating this space were the green and red light from the other end of this enclosed space and the screen that lit up at the same time. Moreover, Suer also saw several enlarged numbers indicating the goblin species on the rightmost screen, which translated to 00000.

What is this thing?!

The room wasn't very big, so the light was enough to illuminate everything around it clearly.

Sull scrambled to the place that looked like a control panel, but stared blankly at the screens and buttons of all sizes in front of him, not knowing how to operate them to reopen the closed door. Although he could use things made by goblins, how could he possibly operate something he had never touched before, not to mention that the double vision in his eyes had not yet dissipated.

Turning his head, Suer wanted to seek help from the other person present besides himself. If magic were used, there should be a way, right?

However, he noticed that the forest elf that had just been threatening him seemed to be deep in thought, occasionally frowning as it observed the layout of the room.

"Can magic be used to destroy this wall?" Suer asked directly, and he was surprised to find himself asking someone who had tried to kill him less than a minute ago.

Although he didn't know why the forest elf didn't tear him to pieces after he shouted that the spaceship was about to self-destruct, even though the murderous intent between the two of them when they fell and the wounds on his arm dug out by fingernails were not fake, Suer wouldn't be stupid enough to ask this question—would you remind the teacher that you haven't assigned homework when get out of class is over?

"Sure, but compared to this—"

Clang!

A loud bang interrupted the forest spirit's words. It seemed as if something outside had snapped completely. The next moment, like a broken elevator, the room where the two were located shook violently. Before Suer could adjust to this change, suddenly, the world turned upside down.

It wasn't a hallucination caused by dizziness; this time it was real. The whole world had turned upside down—or rather, the small space where the two of them were suddenly turned upside down, even tilting at an angle of nearly ninety degrees towards the control panel.

Sul stared wide-eyed at the forest elf, equally caught off guard by the sudden change. Only at this moment did their expressions match. The forest elf tumbled rapidly down the floor, crashing heavily onto Sul, who was leaning against the edge of the control panel.

...Sul felt like his ribs were about to break.

Compared to the impact caused by what could barely be described as soft flesh, the next second the two of them were suddenly sent flying backward, and were thrown out and crashed into the back wall of the small room with a dull thud. It even made people wonder if the fragile wall could withstand such an impact. This time, the forest elf was the one cushioning the impact.

A powerful force pushed them both back against each other, making it almost impossible for Su Er to breathe. It felt like riding in a speeding sports car—speeding?!

Suddenly, Suer had a flash of inspiration; he remembered a record he had once seen in intelligence.

At this angle and speed, they weren't in a room on the spaceship they thought they were in, but in a goblin submarine!

Struggling to lift his head, risking a broken cervical spine, Suer squinted his eyes to barely see the screen on the other end. The number that was originally 00000 was now changing rapidly, and the last digit even flashed a blur.

I easily understood what this meant.

They are heading deep into the earth of this planet!

A place that no human, or even any other race, has ever reached!

The capital of the goblin people.

"I, we're in the submarine... Ugh!!" he began, trying to utter the information, but Suer was preceded by a retching sound. Fortunately, because he hadn't had enough to eat for many days, he didn't actually vomit anything, just dry heaved.

"Hey! Don't throw it up, you monkey!"

She heard the panicked voice of the forest elf beneath her. She understood all too well that if the monkey pressing down on her really vomited here, all that filth would be pushed backward by the force—what a nightmare this was!

Even though she wasn't particularly fastidious, and often neglected personal hygiene when engrossed in studying magic, it didn't mean she wanted to be drenched in a monkey's excrement like that... The bloodstains on her cheeks and chest hadn't been washed off yet, and thinking about it, the pale-gold elf felt inexplicably nauseous.

Unfortunately, the hopes of the forest elves seem to have been dashed.

After the first bout of dry heaving, it was as if a valve had been opened; instead of decreasing, Suer's urge to vomit intensified.

The submarine was descending at an alarming rate; it was simply not designed for a fragile species like humans! The collisions and rolling that had occurred in the short few minutes since the descent began far exceeded the physical limits that Suer's nerves could withstand.

"Ah! That's right!" A sudden inspiration struck her, and the forest elf quickly began to compile a spell in her mind. She had never designed a spell before that was specifically designed to protect a weak creature and to isolate it from space, but fortunately, it was not difficult for her.

Soon, as the beautiful, hexagonal eyes of the forest elf emitted a faint glow of green, a bright, circular spell enveloped Suer's body, and the immense force caused by inertia that had been pressing down on Suer suddenly vanished.

With the pressure on his internal organs gone, Suer even felt his body become lighter, as if the submarine had never moved. Suer finally regained the ability to move, and the submarine's angle slowed down considerably after diving deep into the ground. Suer covered his mouth tightly and shakily climbed to the other side.

He still felt nauseous.

Then I threw up.

Squeezing acidic fluid passively from his empty stomach, and under the stern gaze of the forest elf who had sat up beside him, Sull pulled over a metal box that had been used to store something and vomited into it.

Chapter Forty-Four: Initial Exchange?

Fortunately, I didn't vomit much.

Watching the forest elf silently unleash its magic, twisting the iron box containing Sul's vomit into an iron ball in a brutal manner, Sul couldn't help but wonder if the forest elf had swallowed too much food earlier and vomited too much, would it have viciously stuffed him in as well?

It felt as if invisible knives were swirling in the air, cutting into the exposed skin of the creature, causing a dull ache. After regaining some strength, the creature silently crawled on the floor of the submarine, slowly moving to a spot diagonally opposite the control panel, which was the furthest he could reach from the elf.

"Um, let me explain in advance?" Su'er subconsciously raised his hands to explain, feeling the goosebumps on his body from that intimidating gaze. "We should be in a goblin submarine right now. The space here isn't very big. If I die here, you'll probably have to endure a very... dramatic scene for a long time."

"So?" the light blond elf asked with a sneer.

“So what I mean is, could you please stop staring at me so menacingly? Ahahaha,” Suer chuckled dryly, his words stammering. “I don’t know exactly how fast the goblin submarines can dive. I suppose this submarine is programmed to automatically return if there are objects inside when the airship self-destructs. I just don’t know how long it will take to get back to the goblin capital from here.”

“You see, if it takes a long time, I probably won’t smell very good rotting here… don’t you think?” Suer said with a fawning smile, offering a thoughtful analysis for the forest elves.

The elf with long, pale golden hair found it hard to reconcile the monkey's fawning smile with the blood-stained, heroic smile he had shown when the two of them were fighting each other in the airship during their crash. The monkey seemed like a schizophrenic, completely different from the monkey before him.

The former reminded her of the boring faces that used to surround her in the clan.

There was no answer. The forest elf simply closed its eyes and placed its hands on its injured ribs. A soft, emerald-green light shimmered, as if it were releasing some kind of healing magic to soothe itself.

Unlike Suer, even though she had never taken those gophers seriously in the past, she knew what it meant for her to be alone on this submarine to the largest goblin stronghold...

It was an irreconcilable blood feud between the two races. Even if the gods and their creations had not started this eternal war, the war between the forest elves and the goblins would never have stopped, unless one side was completely wiped out.

Although she didn't get a positive answer from the forest elf, Suer did feel much better after she closed her eyes. At least the mysterious feeling that every muscle line of hers had been invisibly traced, as if she had been cut out in the void, disappeared.

The intense battle and unexpected events had driven away all his sleepiness, and Suer even felt quite energetic. He kept looking around at the interior of the submarines widely used by the goblins, the unknown instruments that were gleaming, the exposed pipes, and the sounds coming from the outside world that he could hear if he calmed down and listened carefully.

It doesn't move by digging through mud and rocks, but rather like a submarine operating in the sea, flowing through mud and rocks.

Suer suddenly realized that he was deliberately avoiding looking at the corner where the forest elves were, but this avoidance was not because of fear or any other reason. More accurately, it was... a moral barrier?

Because of the great battle and so many days of wandering in the desert, the forest elf with light golden hair was covered in all sorts of dirt and grime on her white clothes, which even seemed to have been torn and burned. Several decorative strips of cloth hanging down from her back had broken edges with charred marks... In short, the already revealing clothes could hardly cover up the forest elf's beautiful figure, not to mention that Suer and she were currently in a very awkward position.

The Forest Elf was still sitting side by side, leaning against the corner at the rear of the ship when the submarine had just plunged into the ground. Meanwhile, Sue was at the very front, close to the control panel. At this moment, the submarine was heading downwards, meaning Sue only needed to slightly raise his head to see the Forest Elf from below…

Considering the security issues in this chapter, I'd better not go into too much detail here.

Although, strictly speaking, Suer couldn't really see anything, just like the barely visible skirt of a swirling sailor-uniformed girl, didn't that make it even more alluring?

Suer closed his eyes; he figured he might as well curl up here and take a nap.

"Oh?"

A surprised exclamation suddenly rang out from the forest elf, but when Suer looked over, she found that her eyes were still closed.

"Truly befitting a wild beast, can it go into heat without any regard for its life even when its life is threatened? From this perspective, Mr. Monkey seems quite formidable, doesn't he?"

The sweet voice uttered words that made Suer question the meaning of life.

“…Huh?” Sur stammered blankly, his robe wrapped tightly around him.

"For forest elves with extremely high elf aptitude, we can easily analyze their personality by sensing the elf activity in other people's bodies. Mr. Monkey, you have very little elf retention in your body. Even I had to put in a lot of effort to sense it clearly... By the way, your elf is abnormally gathering in your lower body, huh?"

Before the forest elf could finish her cruel words, she was already turning Sue into a social terrorist.

"..."

Suer was at a loss for words. He felt the muscles in his face twitching uncontrollably, and he felt a kind of speechless, excruciating pain that he hadn't experienced in a long time.

Is this what female Mori-sei (a type of female prostitute) are like? Or is it just an isolated case? Why bring up this kind of question at a time like this?

I have a feeling that the heavy atmosphere on this journey with an unknown ending has suddenly changed.

Furthermore, is this kind of thing, which sounds even more outrageous than the mind-reading ability that the orcs claim to possess, a standard feature of your non-human races?

boom!

Sul slammed his head against the cold steel, curled up into a ball, and even pulled his robe up to cover himself.

He needs to clear his mind immediately!

Chapter Forty-Five: A Detailed Account

But Suer's self-imposed isolation couldn't stop the sudden burst of... conversation from the forest elves on the other side?

Wrapped in this robe that offered no protection, even though Suer had covered his ears with both hands, the charismatic voice of the forest elf continued to pour word for word into his ears—no, the forest elf simply used magic to send the voice directly into Suer's mind.

"They took all the food and water from the flower boat and the grass dome boat, forcing even a genius like me to hunt wild beasts in the desert with my own hands..."

"They punched me in the injured spot, making me feel the excruciating pain of my internal organs being ripped apart..."

"Even though he wasn't affected by the magic, he pretended to be under its spell, while secretly mocking my arrogance in his heart..."

The forest elf's sweet, poetic voice echoed throughout the submarine, but the meaning behind her words sent a chill down the spine of Suer beneath her cloak.

"..."

Suer sat up abruptly from the ground, unable to listen any longer. He pulled the robe covering his head aside and stared at the elf with pale golden hair, seemingly wanting to say something but unable to.

Suer realized that the female forest spirit seemed to be listing his sins.

There was no reason not to panic.

"Um, Miss Forest Elf?" Sue asked cautiously, "It sounds strange, though. I can barely say that I did the first two things, but this last one... it really didn't happen?"

'What do you mean by secretly mocking someone? Do you really have that much inner monologue?' Su Er silently complained to himself.

In a situation where death could come at any moment, who would think about these things!

Are forest elves such a race with such rich emotions?

However, Suer's explanation received no response, or rather, he had already realized that this light-golden-haired forest elf was not the type to listen to others' explanations; she only needed to draw her own conclusions.

"By the way, although I don't know why Mr. Monkey speaks the language of the Forest Elves, do you know about Nirbalian?" Ignoring Sul's explanation, the Forest Elf paused briefly before asking.