Why can't humans do it too?

"Hahaha!" A deep male voice laughed heartily with joy. "That's right! That's it!"

As they spoke, the golden liquid flowed from the air, transforming from formless to tangible, until it completely filled the glass decorated with glass flowers, bubbling and gurgling in Suer's sight.

It's somewhat like beer, but the beer I've drunk in the past isn't even worthy of carrying its shoes.

Suer made his judgment in his mind.

As if his delayed brain had finally caught up, he finally came to his senses and lightly turned his head to look at one side of his body.

His father used to sit in that seat at the dining table, but now sat an unfamiliar old man he had never seen before. His silver hair showed no signs of aging, and his well-tailored suit and tie, along with the black glasses perched on his nose, fit him perfectly... a gentleman. Although Su Er had never met a real gentleman, he truly felt that only such a word could be used to describe this old man.

As his consciousness spread outwards, Suer was surprised to find Xinke sitting opposite him—wait, when did this woman sit there?!

Like Suer, Xinke also had an exquisite glass in front of her. The 'beer' that Suer had just drunk in one gulp was bubbling in Xinke's glass, but the woman showed no intention of drinking it. Instead, she gripped the glass tightly with both hands and glared at Suer.

Those beautiful hands were gripping tightly, as if they were forcefully prying open Suer's head rather than a cup, which sent chills down Suer's spine. But more than that, Suer suddenly realized that once his gaze left the old man, he completely forgot what the old man looked like.

All that remained in my mind was that feeling of déjà vu, as if I could see it everywhere, yet I couldn't find it anywhere, which only added to my confusion.

"The God of Forging...?" Suer murmured to himself as if suddenly realizing something, "Okan..."

All the anomalies were explained, and even the current illogical environment and reality became reasonable after the words "divine species" were added.

It's easy to guess, after all, this person... let's call him an old man for now, and he makes no attempt to hide it.

"Ah, he's still quite lucid? He adapted very quickly. I knew I wasn't wrong..." Okan sighed unhurriedly. There was also a glass in front of him. He didn't continue speaking, but instead raised his own drink and gestured to Suer.

There was no point in saying more. When Suer came to his senses, he found himself already drinking his glass in one gulp under Xin Ke's murderous gaze.

full.

Every cell let out a powerful cry.

He became increasingly dizzy, his consciousness both hazy and clear, these two completely opposite states occurring simultaneously within him.

He could feel his limbs again; his shinbone was aching, but the sensation was not very clear through the thin membrane of consciousness—Suer finally felt something kicking his shin under the table.

Without a doubt, the only one who would do that is the forest elf sitting right across from him... At least Suer has no doubt that the God of Forging, Okan, would be wearing a suit and kicking his shin under the table.

Suer couldn't help but shudder.

I'm actually drinking at the same table as a god?!

He was surprised to discover this fact.

Riku must be absolutely shocked!

The translucent liquid once again meandered through the air and fell into the two people's glasses.

"Don't worry, there's absolutely no alcohol or anything like that added. This is my own brewed spirit oil... It might be a bit too much for you, but it's not bad, is it?" As if sensing some concern in Sul's heart, Okan said slowly in his unique and deep voice, "Would you like another cup?"

"No, thank you, I think I need to rest," Sue groaned, leaning on the table with one hand to support her forehead. "—What's going on?"

He felt like he had forgotten something, or missed something... Had he just said something?

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Exposure

"Hmm? Forgot again?" Okan's voice showed no surprise. "But you should have adapted to this environment by now... Think carefully, the memory is in your mind."

Okan's words were like a key that unlocked the dormant memories in Suer's mind. He suddenly remembered that in that blazing white flame, he and Xin Ke were reshaped into a pure world. Even the environment he was in now was created by the God of Forging, Okan, under his guidance.

But why did he forget everything before?

“To be honest, even I put in a lot of effort to bring your bodies and souls to this small world… mainly you,” Okan nodded to Suer. “It was a very strange feeling. It wasn’t difficult, but I had a constant sense of crisis flickering in my mind, so I simply brought your bodies over as well.”

"Huh?", Suer's mouth dropped open.

Did he mishear? Should the gods be wary of him?

Although his emotions told Suer that this was pure nonsense, his reason told him that what Okan said was right—after being pulled into this little world at the beginning, he felt like he was drunk and stuffed into a washing machine and spun around a hundred and eighty times. The whole world was out of place, and everything he saw and heard was scattered and mixed together.

He did say something, talking about all sorts of things, with the events of one second completely unrelated to those of the next.

On the other hand, Xin Ke showed no such abnormality. Faced with the power of the divine race, the difference between their races was completely irrelevant.

This anomaly only gradually disappeared completely just now, and the shattered world in Suer's eyes was reassembled in its proper place.

“It sounds incredibly unbelievable, but it’s true,” Okan calmly downed the cup of spiritual oil in front of him, watching it gradually fill up. “Now that you’ve completely rid yourself of that influence, shall we continue?”

“Continue…what?” Suer asked blankly.

“Continue with everything you remember, everything about the outside world?” Okan raised his hand and pointed around—white porcelain vases, patterns decorated only for aesthetic purposes, a television, a refrigerator, exquisite glassware, and the bedroom door, but Suer now knew that there was still nothing behind that door.

“...the outside world…”, he repeated in a daze, his hand unconsciously reaching behind him again to touch the skin on his back.

He was completely unharmed and without any wounds. The steel fragments that had been ignited by the battle between Xin Ke and Ronnie seemed to have never been embedded in his body. Had he been healed? Or was it just an illusion in this world?

"Don't worry about your injuries, I've already healed you," Okan said, perhaps anticipating Suer's question. He tapped the table lightly. "Also, there's the abnormality in your flesh and blood. It's too optimistic to expect that such a small amount of blood could have any effect on your inactive marrow."

Suer suddenly turned his head.

"Why are you shocked?" the silver-haired old man smiled. "Your actions are too purposeful, too easy to see... but your existence is too insignificant. It would be difficult for you to even affect the non-physical concept, let alone the forest elf next to you."

“No matter what, it is a part of a divine being manifested in this world. It wouldn’t be wrong to say that it is His physical body. The vast number of elves can easily erase this strange power,” Okan drank another cup of spirit oil. “If you were in the world before you came here, which was full of humans, you would probably be strong enough to become the king of the world, right? But unfortunately, you are too weak in this world.”

A world entirely populated by humans.

Suer's head started to ache again. Had he said all that before?

Does that mean even Xin Ke knows?

Speaking of Xinke, why is this forest elf so quiet?

This is also abnormal.

"Don't worry, I only used a little power to calm this forest elf down," Okan explained considerately as Sull looked on with a puzzled expression.

Xin Ke's lips remained tightly pressed together. Although she appeared to be smiling, her anger was clearly evident in her eyes, which housed Liu Ling. It wasn't that she didn't want to make any drastic moves, but rather that she was so tightly restrained in the chair that she couldn't make any extreme actions.

Oh, I see!

Suer suddenly realized why Xinke had kicked his shin so hard.

Although the doubts were resolved, Suer couldn't help but shudder... He hadn't understood the implication at all, and judging from Okan's current appearance, he didn't seem to intend to kill either of them. This divine being had even kindly offered a cup of spirit oil to Xinke, an enemy of the goblin race, without discrimination. So Xinke would regain her freedom sooner or later. If he didn't put in a good word for her, then...

Suer didn't even dare to think about it!

"Haha, well, I think we should let her go, right?" Suer forced a smile, his facial muscles stiff. "It just feels a little strange like this..."

Why did Okan imprison Xinke? What exactly did this forest elf say before he regained consciousness?

She wouldn't have cursed God, would she? No way, no way!

“Well, she should have calmed down by now,” Okan said, not denying Suer’s words, and tapped the table lightly again.

As if an invisible rope binding her body had suddenly disappeared, Xin Ke moved abruptly and took a long breath.

“…Thank you for the hospitality…and I will remember everything that happened today,” Xin Ke said to Okan beside her with a forced smile, her words coming out through gritted teeth.

Ignoring this suggestive threat, Okan didn't even consider the forest elf a worthy memory; he simply nodded as if he had heard it.

As for Suer... he pretended not to hear it.

"So Mr. Monkey is actually a creature from another world?" Without even glancing at Okan, Xin Ke shifted her gaze to Su Er. She closed her eyes, took a few quick deep breaths, and then opened them to ask, "How did you come to this world? Who is your summoner? Why wasn't this mentioned before?"

Three consecutive questions.

"Huh? You can't just say things like that, can you?" Su Er didn't know how to answer, and could only scratch his head in slight distress.

Chapter Seventy-Nine: A Glorious History

"How I came to this world is quite simple. I was just taking a nap at home, and when I woke up, I was in this world. There was no summoner, and I even had to learn the language from scratch," Suer said, carefully choosing his words. "As for why I don't mention it... well, no matter how you look at it, a being from another world who looks similar to me sounds too terrifying. At that time, I couldn't bear the consequences of being expelled from the settlement. But even if I had said that back then, they wouldn't have believed me, would they?"

"...What? Is it a common thing for creatures from another world to travel here?" Su'er asked Xin Ke with curiosity, having keenly noticed this.

“Ah, it’s just one of the most common research methods,” Xin Ke answered frankly. “The Forest Elves have a habit of summoning creatures from other worlds from time to time to study and use them, so it’s not anything unusual.”

So... time travelers aren't that unusual?!

Suer was dumbfounded. Why hadn't he met any of the previous transmigrators yet?

“Don’t get me wrong, Mr. Monkey,” Xin Ke said with a sneer, noticing Su Er’s thoughts. “Oh no, now that we know you’re not one of the beasts that exist in this world, it’s not quite right to keep calling you a monkey… Well, we’ll talk about the name later.”

“Summoning creatures from other worlds is common, but summoning someone like Mr. Monkey, who possesses sufficient intelligence and resembles a similar being, is extremely rare… Moreover, judging from… your words, your original world only had humans?”

So isn't he still Mr. Monkey?

Su Er thought to himself, already seeing the curious glint in Xin Ke's eyes.

“No, there are other wild animals, so it can’t be said that humans are the only species,” Suer said briefly in denial.

"So you've already built your own world? Your own...civilization?" Xin Ke asked, unable to hide her curiosity.

She simply couldn't imagine what that would look like—monkeys crawling all over the place?

knock knock.

“Continue,” Okan interrupted Xinke’s question by tapping the table lightly with his fingertips. He looked at Suer and said, “Don’t be nervous or in a hurry. There’s plenty of time. You can start with anything you can think of that you haven’t mentioned yet.”

"..."

To be honest, being stared at like that by two people made Su Er a little nervous. He rubbed his temples, trying hard to recall what he had been doing in his blank mind.

“Well, let’s start with the first words that come to mind,” Suer said, gesturing in the air. “Let’s start with airplanes. They have two wings… Uh, could I have a piece of paper and a pen? Thanks.”

"...That's roughly it. They're propelled by jet engines, so they can fly very fast... Hmm, I remember this is called a fighter jet? There's another type of aircraft called a passenger plane, but they're different, and they look different too. Uh, sorry, I'm not an expert in this field, so I'm really not very clear on this..."

The room, bathed in constant sunlight, was filled only with the sound of Suer reminiscing and the soft scribbling of him drawing on paper.

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"No, it's not a single piece; it's made up of huge rocks, so it's not a smooth surface."

"Is that right?"

"Ah, that's about it. And then there will be huge stone statues in front of them. Uh, shall I draw it for you?"

"Let's forget it. Mr. Monkey's drawing skills are really not flattering. If you take your time to draw, it will probably waste a lot of time."

"...It's not that bad, is it? Anyway, Okan can modify it at any time based on my subsequent descriptions."

"It's alright, it's not troublesome at all. On the contrary, I'm quite excited to be able to see so many new and interesting things."

"Look, I'll continue drawing then. Hmm, but this statue only has half a body, and it's lying in front of it."