Why can't humans do it too?

Hmm, how about calling it "Weeds and Wild Beasts"?

It should become popular among the Skywing race, right?

Although I always felt that the older women wouldn't be interested in such boring things.

Once again, Jibril sighed at her own difference.

Pulling her slightly wandering thoughts back, she sat cross-legged in the air and observed the weed's hurried actions—roughly cleaning the wounds, pouring some unknown potion into the beast's mouth, and laboriously pushing the immobile beast into the pool, managing to assume a reasonably comfortable position.

After dealing with the beast first, the forest elf planted weeds began to tend to its own wounds.

Quietly observing all of this, Jibril's mind was already concocting one outrageous story after another, indulging in wild speculation.

To be honest, it's not uncommon for two people of different races to fall in love with each other and choose to live in seclusion in the vast outside world. After all, when the time span is stretched to an exaggerated level and the number of people involved is also magnified to an exaggerated number, it's not surprising that some oddballs emerge every now and then.

It's perfectly normal for some people to have different aesthetics and ideas. In the endless life of the Skywing race, who will never naturally perish unless they die in battle, such stories have been brought up and joked about when people are bored.

Incidentally, all of these creatures who were different from their own kind were eventually dealt with by their respective races, without exception.

But this pair is different—at least those guys before were from two different races! This weed in front of us has chosen a beast that doesn't even have a race name?!

Hey, hey, hey, isn't the lower limit a bit too low?

Even Jibril, who considers herself very unconventional, frowned upon seeing such aesthetics and mental state.

Is it fair to say they are truly foolish weeds? Aside from their recklessness and audacity, they can easily cross the line that even the Skywing race cannot accept.

With this anticipation for what would happen next, Jibril was instead met with a rather long period of time as the beast remained unconscious... To be honest, she was getting a little bored.

Fortunately, her patient waiting was generously rewarded. After the beast awoke, Jibril learned a strange, no, a delightful surprise from their conversation—the beast was actually a creature from another world?!

I see. In that case, calling him a beast is a bit inappropriate. After all, he is different from the lowly creatures in this world. According to his self-designation... is he called a human?

She sucked back the drool that had spilled from her mouth in her excitement and surprise, and Jibril practically leaped and twirled in the air.

Ah~ Ah, this must be it! I thought I just saw a beastman's head, but when I picked it up, I found it was a vampire's head! What a surprise!!

Especially since this head is brimming with knowledge from another world. To be honest, when Jibril heard that self-proclaimed human casually recounting things from another world, she almost held her breath as she listened… Such a head would definitely cause a frenzy among the Skywing race! But I absolutely will not give it to my sisters!!

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...]

?

I'm furious.

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 him.

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..."