Why can't humans do it too?

The three of them were not actually standing on the Elven Corridor.

In fact, even with their combined strength and that of this fantasy species, they would not be able to reach the Elf Corridor.

To be precise, the scene beneath my feet resembled the pores of the Elf Corridor. However, the word "pore" was merely a descriptive term; it could also be described as a small wound. Even the blue and white abyss beneath my feet seemed to exist in a state between illusion and reality.

Normally, although the Elven Corridor exists inside this planet, "inside" is just a figure of speech; otherwise, wouldn't the goblins be the closest beings to the origin of all things? They could simply keep digging downwards.

Therefore, the Elven Corridor actually exists anywhere on this planet, existing in reality yet not existing in reality, superimposed on everything in the material world. It shouldn't be so obviously revealed in the world. However, the final burst of power from Krilattini, which resulted in mutual destruction, tore a corner in the material world with its unique power, allowing an extremely small part of the Elven Corridor to appear in this world—even if it was just a projection.

The above is the rigorous answer that Xin Ke solemnly gave after studying Jibril for more than a month, after she had returned to Avant Heim to stabilize his body.

"Is that all?" Suer couldn't help but ask, feeling as if the story had ended just as it began.

“Does Mr. Monkey think that confirming its existence and nature is easy?” Xin Ke rolled her eyes in annoyance. “In short, the previous plan has to be scrapped. Originally, we planned to use its core as a source and the blessing of the Forest God as a medium to restore the state of that divine species after controlling this fantasy species. I didn’t expect it to turn out like this.”

As she spoke, Xin Ke's gaze drifted to the remains of the fantasy creature that were rotating on a tray in the room. The wave-like shape was still shaped on it, and it was essentially still a very dangerous weapon because the source of Krilattini's power still existed within it.

"So what should we do now? Judging from your expression, you should already have a solution, right?" Sur asked casually, not feeling frustrated by the failure of the previous plan.

"Ah, of course, after all, I'm a genius~ In fact, once we confirmed what was there, it became much easier to awaken that divine species," Xin Ke said excitedly. She knew that choosing to travel with Su Er was definitely the right decision. At least staying in the ruins to study the divine essence would never have allowed her to encounter such a precious spectacle.

"Both the divine seed and the divine essence were born in the Elf Corridor. The divine seed was not completely dead and lost its own will, so as long as it is placed in that pseudo-elf corridor, it will absorb those elves to recover on its own."

As Xin Ke spoke, the pot-shaped essence that she had kept hidden in the room was also brought out.

"Let's go then," Suer said, taking a deep breath and feeling a strange pressure.

If all goes well, how should he communicate with this divine being? And what attitude and price should he pay to ask Him for the answer he seeks?

The second dialogue with the divine species.

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The divine essence of the seemingly dead spirit was sent by Xin Ke to the pseudo-elf corridor, where blue and white flames flickered and darted across the surface of the pot-shaped essence.

Although there was a mix of incoming and outgoing spirits, fortunately, there were more incoming spirits than outgoing ones. Gazing at the ever-surging sea of ​​spirits below, Suer inexplicably felt as if he were watching Laozi using the Eight Trigrams Furnace to refine Sun Wukong.

"So there's actually a passage here that connects to the Elf Corridor?" Suer couldn't help but turn to Xinke and ask, recalling the information he had heard from Jibril before. "Isn't the Star Grail in the Elf Corridor? So, can we go in from here and get the Star Grail?"

Of course, once you become the one true god, all difficulties will be easily resolved.

"...Did you not listen to my explanation at all, Mr. Monkey?" Xin Ke glared at Su Er. "Let's not even talk about how you're going to get in and get the Star Cup. I'm afraid you'll be evaporated into the most basic spirit the moment you fall down. No spell can counteract this power. Furthermore, this is not the superficial form of a channel that allows spirits to seep out, as you understand it."

“This is part of the Elven Corridor,” Xin Ke said, jabbing her finger downwards. “It is the Elven Corridor, but the Elven Corridor is not it. Although it can indeed connect with the Elven Corridor through it and have an impact, it is far too weak to be anything. It is merely a manifestation of the Elven Corridor. Do you understand?”

“I understand completely now,” Suer nodded seriously and continued, “So this is indeed the outflow of planetary power, right?”

"Hmm? Yes, yeah?"

“Then I have another question. Although the power of Krilattini is largely responsible for the appearance of this place, I don’t believe that the superior races would not have been able to do this during such a long war. Given the frequency of their battles, such a long period of time, even if it were just a coincidence, would have been enough to see many such strange phenomena on the entire planet—why didn’t we see them?”

Jibril even went to ask the eldest sister in the tribe, but even the Skywing race, who had witnessed almost the entire war, had never heard of such a thing.

“Good question,” Xin Ke nodded and continued, “Mr. Monkey, you first need to know that this is not something that can be created by randomly digging holes or breaking through space like Miss Monster. In fact, according to common sense, such a spectacle would not occur if Krilattini self-destructed in other places.”

“There is only one reason. Although we don’t know why that fantasy species is hiding here, this area is indeed one of the important nodes for the sprite corridor to spill over to the outside world on the entire planet,” Xin Ke stretched out her arm and pointed around. “Compared to other places, the number of sprites that existed here before was already far greater.”

Chapter 216 Awakening of the Divine Seed

“Different races utilize elves in different ways. For example, forest elves use magic spells, sea elves use their natural abilities to charm, or winged elves use sheer numbers to win. Besides what Mr. Monkey knows, there are many other races that achieve maximum damage by directly destroying elves—the most typical example being the machine race, many of their offensive and defensive measures are implemented in this way.”

"Them?" Suer wondered, puzzled by Xin Ke's choice of words. Although Suer had long known of the name of the Machine Race, he had never seen one before.

"A race composed of machines created by an unknown divine species, whose actions are completely aimless, surviving in the world solely for defense and counterattack. They are nothing more than machines, not even living beings," Xin Ke casually glossed over.

"In short, it is precisely because organic Kaizos and similar methods of use can cause irreversible damage to Pokémon that, if Pokémon were not constantly flowing out of the Pokémon Corridor from all over the world in an uneven manner, Pokémon in many places after the successive wars would probably be so scarce that they would be difficult to see."

"I see... an important turning point?" Su'er murmured thoughtfully, looking down at the divine essence immersed in the sea of ​​elves. After a long while, he couldn't help but ask, "Approximately how long will this recovery take?"

"Who knows? Maybe a year? Maybe ten years? Maybe a hundred years? I don't know more about the divine species than you do, Mr. Monkey," Xin Ke's slightly playful words did not put Su Er at ease; instead, they made him even more worried.

After all, Xin might have several centuries to wait, while he might not even be able to wait a century.

"Don't worry, it will definitely take a long time to recover all your strength, but it shouldn't take long if you only need to regain your consciousness. Mr. Monkey, you don't need to worry too much." Perhaps noticing Su'er's heavy expression, Xin Ke's words suddenly softened as she comforted Su'er.

"Huh? Really?"

Really?

"That's good... I hope he wakes up soon..."

With a forced smile, Suer lay on the edge, quietly watching the pot-shaped marrow.

Although he knew that Xin Ke was probably just trying to comfort him, Su Er did feel a little more relaxed after hearing such a positive answer.

Wake up soon, you divine being.

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Like clocking in for work, Suer maintained a regular schedule every day. Apart from daily exercise to maintain physical fitness, he spent all his remaining time chatting with that pot-shaped marrow.

Although he didn't know how different the feigned death of a deity was from that of a human, judging from the fact that this deity had responded to him before, it was still possible for it to do so—but Suer always felt that it was probably because it was annoyed by him that it made a sound.

Would a deity awakened under such circumstances really have a good temper towards him?

Despite harboring such doubts and feeling uneasy, Su Er persisted with this method of therapy. After all, he really didn't have that much time to wait. In fact, after a sudden inspiration, he simply developed the habit of talking to himself while exercising.

To be honest, it was a journey without a destination, and Suer was even prepared to wait for more than ten years. However, the surprise came so unexpectedly.

[...in vain...]

The deity spoke.

Although the first thing he said was to discourage her, at that moment, Suer's joy was so great that it seemed to reach the heavens.

This was about a year after he placed the divine essence of the jar-shaped spirit seed into the Sea of ​​Spirits, much shorter than he had imagined.

“…Ah, great divine being,” Sul took a deep breath and tried to steady his voice, “My name is Sul, I am a human, and I have come to pay my respects to seek answers to some questions.”

An indescribable sense of tension washed over him; Suer could even feel the muscles in his face twitching slightly. He was currently speaking to a noble deity, and not one like Okan, who had openly displayed goodwill.

Even though He couldn't currently perform the exaggerated feat of creating a real miniature world with a wave of His hand like Okan, His own power was already enough to crush Jibril underfoot.

The embodiment of the concept, its very existence is the most powerful magic. Information about the divine species kept flashing through Suer's mind, which added to his tension.

[Questions...are meaningless...]

The voices of the divine beings are indistinguishable by gender, without any distinction between male and female, so ethereal that they seem as if a thin veil is passing through the ear.

“It’s still very meaningful,” he added reflexively, before Suer belatedly realized that something was wrong.

What's wrong with this deity? I didn't even realize what it meant when I first heard its words, but now it's still trying to persuade people to give up.

The image of someone working overtime to earn money to support their family, dragging their tired body home after get off work, only to find their wife making love with someone else, and wishing the world would end and everything would cease to exist... That's just too depressing, isn't it?

Or is this the personality that emerged under the influence of His own conception?

What kind of god is this? A god of despair? A god of hopelessness? A god of sorrow?

While constantly trying to figure out what this divine being represented, Suer kept talking non-stop, as if afraid that this seemingly abnormal divine being might suddenly say that chatting was pointless and then shut up the next second.

“You see, at least you only know the direction to move forward after you have questions. For example, you will invent a telescope if you are curious about the scenery in the universe and the distant stars. You will explore the causes of various diseases if you are curious about them. In the end, you will discover the microscopic world that is imperceptible to the naked eye. Uh, I mean, that’s how humans in my world are.” Without hesitation, he poured bowl after bowl of chicken soup into the mouth, conveying positive energy to the gods.

To be honest, during this long talk session, Suer basically went through all his knowledge over and over again to barely keep the waiting from becoming lonely. This divine being should already know everything he needs to know, so there's no need to deliberately avoid anything.

"As the saying goes, small doubts lead to small progress, and great doubts lead to great progress. If you don't even have any doubts, how can you improve yourself? Right? Right? It is precisely because you have a direction that you can move forward with a clear purpose and motivation." Suer rambled on for a long time before realizing that this was no longer a time for him to talk to himself. What if this rambling was considered disrespectful by the deity?

Chapter 217 The God of Suspicion

Fortunately, this pessimistic god—whom Sur temporarily referred to in his heart—did not seem to mind Sur's rudeness. Instead, he sighed and continued speaking. His existence affected the world, and his joys and sorrows were reflected in it. At the very least, Sur deeply felt that despairing emotion.

So... why be curious?

Why move forward again?

Ultimately... does everything really exist?

Suer's chicken soup seemed to have no effect at all; in fact, the nameless deity began to doubt it, one sentence after another.

"...Um, why...why do you think like that?" Su Er couldn't help but ask after rubbing his face vigorously.

What is this? The god of philosophy?

Why does everything exist?

What is the world?

[And who are we, pondering these questions?]

【…】

As if a floodgate had been opened, the nameless deity began asking questions in quick succession.

Suer is about to reach his limit.

He has never been a person who enjoys studying philosophy, and the questions posed one after another by the gods are making him feel like he's about to break down. He's really starting to lose his composure.

Is he here to study these things?

"Um, great god-race sir?", interrupting the god-race's seemingly endless barrage of questions, Suer asked nervously, "May I ask what concept you represent—?"

This time, silence finally fell. After a moment, the nameless deity, for the first time, did not throw out a question in return, but simply gave an answer.

【狐疑】

?

So, does it mean a question?

Suer felt like he understood something.

I was born to question the "why" of the unconscious, the mindless; I am the god of doubt, the very essence of skepticism.

Whether it was his imagination or not, for the first time, Suer heard a sense of pride... or even a boastful feeling in the tone of this suspicious god.

"That's amazing!" Although she had no idea what was so amazing about it, Su'er still offered her praise immediately.

What makes it so impressive?

"..."

We can't talk today.

"How about this, I'll ask a question, and if you have any further questions, you can ask one, sir, is that alright?" Su'er decisively broke the deadlock of endless questions by proposing this.