It was as if a part of his bone marrow had been dug out. Su'er only felt a sense of ease that rose from deep inside his body, from the deepest part of his bones. There was no emptiness after the legendary revenge, no confusion of losing a goal, and no guilt of killing too many lives that almost drowned him. None of these complex emotions that Su'er had guessed and felt uneasy about in countless entertainment works appeared.
The only thing he could feel was a sense of satisfaction - the satisfaction after revenge.
The more miserable the enemy wailed, the happier Su'er's smile became.
He was worthy of his identity, worthy of his companions, and also hoped that they could rest in peace under the spring. The enemy's blood was the best tribute to them. The words from a moral high ground were just an after-effect of victory.
An after-effect that Imanity could not have at the moment.
The Imanity who died under the Werebeast's claws and mouths, the Imanity who became the Werebeast's food, and the young children who had passed away, Su'er felt as if they were shaking his hand and smiling happily.
An unspeakable sense of ease flowed through every vein in Su'er's body. Every pore was opening up. He slowly lowered his head. In this sea of blood and gore, Su'er's body was trembling as he laughed convulsively, like a fanatical madman.
"I forgive you," In the gaps between his hands that were clenched on his face, Su'er murmured softly.
The flesh that was bitten off his shoulder, the self-exile he was forced into. All the suffering, torment, and tears were all repaid at this moment.
"I forgive you... Werebeast," Su'er repeated with chattering teeth. He took a deep breath of this sweet air.
The water columns, ships, and the remains of the Werebeast's bodies that were blown up by the explosion finally fell back to the ground. Only the wails and curses did not stop. They even became a bit louder, and were then submerged in the waves of the sea. Flesh and blood sank beneath the turbulent sea surface.
Su'er felt that he must have gone crazy.
He was degenerating, melting, and being drowned in this cold and cruel world.
Is that really the case?
Su'er even felt that confirming this was no longer important at this moment.
Biting her lip slightly, Think stared at Su'er's profile without saying a word. She wanted to say something, but she was interrupted by Jibril, who was so excited that she couldn't control herself. The pink-haired Flügel's wings were spread open because of this slaughter and death, and the halo on top of her head was spinning rapidly.
"Hey, hey~ Su'er~, do you want to go down and take a look? They still don't know who attacked them, do they? Or should we sink that island over there too? I remember there were a lot of Werebeast on it~," Jibril happily summoned her scythe. She let the lightless scythe spin in her hand. "It feels so strange to leave a little bit, you know? In a game, isn't this a super rare trophy that you almost got? It feels so unwilling to miss it. And if the Werebeast brutes are extinct, even the heads I collected before will become a lot more valuable, you know?"
As soon as Jibril's words fell, Think's eyes suddenly widened, wanting to say something, but Su'er gave an answer at an even faster speed.
"No need," With an unimaginable calmness and an unimaginable firmness, Su'er raised his finger and wiped away the blood stains that were splattered on his face by the water mist. "This is enough. The Werebeast have lost most of their tribesmen, including the high-level officials who commanded the entire race. As for the Werebeast who have already arrived on that island, let them stay there."
This was also something that had been decided long ago.
"Hey~~~~, why~," Jibril said with a pout of dissatisfaction.
"Alright, alright. You should go and recover your power first," Su'er gently comforted Jibril. His gaze, however, never left the Werebeast who were struggling on the sea surface below. After a long while, he continued, "And for these Werebeast on the sea, if they can swim to the shore before they run out of energy... then that's their luck."
He had no intention of pursuing them. Su'er just stared blankly at everything below. He could still hear Jibril's unhappy click of her tongue and her murmuring.
Su'er became silent, but neither Jibril nor Think had any intention of breaking this silence. They were just waiting for Su'er to wake up from it. In their eyes, this man was undergoing a transformation.
After who knows how long, Su'er finally woke up from this thought that was detached from the world. His eyes, which had not blinked for a long time, were extremely dry. He was muttering in a low voice.
"...How... fragile..."
"...life..."
For everything in front of him.
In front of the power of the higher-level races, the survival of the weak races depended on their will. Even a race like the Werebeast, who had been driving Imanity like cattle for countless years, was now suffering from this heavy blow because of the will of Su'er, an Imanity. It was only because Think and Jibril, who were stronger than the Werebeast, were willing to help.
The wails and screams of the Werebeast on the sea surface below lingered and would not disperse. The Werebeast who were lucky enough to be physically intact were wailing and rescuing the Werebeast who could still be saved, collecting the wooden boards that could barely float on the sea surface.
After the initial satisfaction, staring at this scene, a kind of unspeakable horror and fear, and a lingering sense of crisis, gradually rose from the bottom of Su'er's heart... The answer that the God of Doubt had given, which was more absurd than the funniest joke, once again appeared in his mind.
For the first time, Su'er had an unprecedented desire.
And for the first time, Su'er had an extremely strong wish that the words of the God of Doubt were not false.
And for the first time, Su'er had the thought of truly becoming the God of Imanity.
A deity who could protect all Imanity, who could shelter everyone, allowing Imanity to get rid of their current situation where they could only live according to the will of other races, and be free from disasters similar to the one the Werebeast were suffering from now.
Imanity needed such a god - or a weapon, whatever you wanted to call it.
His throat moved slightly, but no sound came out. However, in Su'er's heart, there was a roar like thunder.
He could do it... and he had to do it.
Didn't the God of Doubt say so?
So it must be possible, it must be possible...
It didn't matter what the nice slogans were, and it didn't matter what free will was. Imanity must have their own god, and they must have the power to protect themselves.
The fear had dissipated. Along with the fear, the confusion had also dissipated. Su'er had never been so firm before. Everything in front of him did not make him afraid. Instead, it strengthened his resolve to make Imanity rise.
A calling.
A mission.