The fortunate aspect is that the Goddess indeed hasn’t cast her gaze upon this World of the Dead.
It’s unclear whether she is unwilling to interfere, or if so unknown change has occurred in the World of the Dead, causing the Goddess to refrain from intervening. At the very least, the ergence of the Thought Community was an unexpected event for Mohe.
There are often such monts when you discover sothing surprising, but upon careful reflection, it seems quite reasonable.
The ergence of the Thought Community was just like this. When Mohe first saw it, she was quite surprised, but upon reflection, she found its existence reasonable.
However, it’s not necessarily a good thing.
Things that seem reasonable might have been deliberately orchestrated by soone.
mories flashed in Mohe’s mind, and her gaze abruptly fell on Doro.
Doro noticed such a gaze: "What’s the matter?"
"Nothing, my dear Mr. Doro. I was just thinking that in the past, I stood too high, noticing many things while seemingly overlooking many others. So things I intended to keep an eye on, but with the passage of ti, I forgot, only to find surprises in the end."
"From the way you speak, it seems you already understand the situation here?"
"Understanding... it’s not about understanding or not. I just had so thoughts that reminded of life forms before humans were born... Hmm, ten thousand years ago? I rember back then the Elf Race and Dwarves were quite weak, and the dragons hadn’t yet headed to the seas, and I hadn’t even created the first generation of Vampires."
She seed to recall sothing: "There was such a vanished race..."
She smiled at Doro: "The way you’re looking at ... okay, I can’t deny that the disappearance of that race has sothing to do with , but from a conceptual standpoint, it’s a bit different."
"What?"
"Gathering everyone’s strength to fight against ... Your humans chose to unite the major races to wage a victorious war against the Demon Race. It’s hard for to say if this was the right thing to do. In fact, if it weren’t for your birth, I wouldn’t have lost. Logically, the fate of humans, the various races, should be no different from ten thousand years ago, rely wiped away at a whim by ."
These were arrogant words, yet in Mohe’s mouth, they were utterly natural. She rightfully possessed such power.
"By the way, the disappearance of the World Tree happened even earlier, but the race from ten thousand years ago was indeed aware of its existence. Hmm—in that era, the primary way of manifesting power was similar to the Elf Race."
Mohe once again brought up elves: "Born from the Elf Mother Tree, then in a sense growing together with the Elf Mother Tree, which is why the Elf Queen has an absolute oppressive force when facing other elves. The Mother Tree is the foundation of the whole race. The races from ten thousand years ago were mostly similar in nature. At that ti, my and the Goddess’s thoughts were probably limited, believing this was the basic law of creating races."
Mohe smiled aningfully: "Co to think of it, what the Elf Queen did, that race did many years ago too!"
"What?!"
She stared at Elf and Roland: "The Elf Queen used the blood of the Snow Elf tribe to nourish the Elf Mother Tree, reverse-analyzing my liver through the wound I caused to the Mother Tree, thereby mastering my magic. This approach is correct, much wiser than back then."
"Who was the person back then?"
Mohe’s smile was wicked: "That guy back then, killed his entire tribe, rged into the thing that birthed all life, then devoured it himself, gaining incomparable strength—it’s like the logic of human agriculture: sow seeds, then grow crops, finally harvest. Eat them all, turn them into your own flesh and blood."
"What!"
What happened to the Snow Elf tribe was already enough to be called a tragedy. Despite the Demon King being an incredibly ancient being, despite being imasurably cruel, and everyone having long known Mohe wouldn’t be moved by such events, the three present were still shocked upon hearing it.
"How could soone do this?!"
Mohe spread her hands: "Isn’t it normal to do so? If this could defeat and make disappear from this world, shouldn’t I praise such greatness? After all, sacrificing one’s entire race to eliminate the shadow looming over this world—of course, if they did defeat , whether they would beco the new shadow is another question. After all, soone capable of doing this is quite different from our ever-hesitant Hero."
"But he lost to you."
"Of course, from the core, it was wrong. The simplest issue is that even if he filled himself as a vessel, it was only to that extent." Mohe said naturally, "It’s like a human producing hundreds or thousands of grains in a year, can it all beco part of their flesh?"
Mohe laughed lightly: "That is obviously impossible, right? That guy was the sa, even if he devoured so much power, what was insufficient remained insufficient, paths that couldn’t be reached remained untraversable—it was just an increase in quantity, how could he hope to defeat ?"
Seeing no need for this brutal topic to continue, Doro asked: "Did you ntion this person because it relates to now?"
"Of course, Mr. Doro, I think the situation here might be related to that guy since his soul ca to this place and maybe did sothing—I even suspected whether you were that guy, but you shouldn’t be."
Although it’s unclear how Mohe made her judgnt, Doro couldn’t help but feel relieved upon hearing this.
Previously, though Mohe had said humans were the Goddess’s vessels for containing souls to achieve balance—having a true past incarnation still made one feel uneasy.
Simply put, if he were the person Mohe ntioned, then his efforts and struggles seed aningless. After all, he initially challenged Mohe and after thousands of years finally accomplished his goal—everything seed to fall into place.
Then it all would have been that being’s effort, not Doro’s.
This was sothing hard to accept.
"Would you allow such a person the opportunity?"
Mohe smiled at Doro: "Isn’t it quite normal? When you know your opponent can’t win against you, when you realize you have no opponent—having so expectations is natural, isn’t it?"
Her gaze was so intense that Doro felt a bit self-conscious.
"In any case, although I can completely destroy a person’s soul, why do so? Allowing the other to return to the World of the Dead, to the embrace of the Goddess, is also my rcy. Of course, from the Hero’s standpoint, such people are likely the most heinous criminals, and even complete destruction would be too lenient for them... Well, for , it doesn’t matter. Back then, I thought if I spared him, whether after a hundred years, a thousand years, there might be a little surprise—now it seems such a surprise takes ten thousand years to harvest."
Her expression was sowhat complex: "So living long has its advantages, even things you don’t anticipate or nearly forget occasionally pop up, making you aware of the passage of ti. I quite like these little surprises."
Possessing "eternal" life.
The way of viewing the world is sothing normal people simply can’t comprehend.
"So, how do you plan to treat this surprise?"
Mohe blinked, looking at Elf and Roland: "Do you two sisters have interest in the authority of this world?"
"Authority?"
"It’s like having the symbolic power of my organs, although the World of the Dead and the world we’re in are ultimately different. This is the embrace of the Goddess, not the true world, in this world possessing sothing akin to my symbolism."
For the sisters, this sounded utterly absurd.
Elf looked at Mohe in confusion: "You, why are you..."
"Since we’re here, we must do sothing, but if given to a hero, they wouldn’t accept, right?" Mohe glanced at Doro, "And for myself... there’s no aning, nor can I rule out the Goddess having laid so trap, it’s better if you eat it, right? Even if the Goddess has laid a trap, it would only trouble our dear Mr. Doro."
She made no effort to hide her plan to let Doro and the Elf sisters face the Goddess: "So, giving it to you is a great thing. Of course, there are risks, but, possessing such power. Whether it’s Charlette, Adeline, or Adriana and the hidden Nephilim, all can be defeated, right?"
Elf’s strength compared to those individuals was quite lacking—not just slightly, but significantly.
In a duel, it would most likely only take a few moves to be taken down, not to ntion her sister Roland.
"You wish to repay a debt of gratitude to our dear Mr. Doro, don’t you?"
Doro couldn’t help but intervene: "Mohe, you’re saying..."
"I am willing!"
Elf resolutely said such words, just as Mohe ntioned, she wished to repay Doro’s kindness. Her dying wish was to see Doro, yet Doro avenged the Snow Elf tribe, thus this was the kindness. Now she was resurrected... If now there’s a aning to living...
Fighting for Doro beca the crucial aning.
Roland imdiately added, "I am willing too! Even if there are risks, I need power!"
Those who crave power certainly exist.
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