Giving the button in his hand to Jibril was simple. He could also close his eyes and plug his ears and tell himself that pressing the button was not even difficult for the Flügel. They were even happy to do it. But... wasn't that just burying his head in the sand?
He couldn't accept this kind of cowardly escape. Even though his body was so tense that his back was covered in sweat, Su'er still sat there with a straight back. The overly tight force made his spine ache faintly.
The equipment that Think had made showed the scene on the Werebeast ships at the end of his sight. His gaze swept past the window of every ship, not missing any face of a Werebeast, whether old or young, adult or child...
This was the future and hope of the Werebeast, and also possibly their backbone - hanging on a wire.
When they took off their ferocious masks, these demons in Su'er's eyes could also talk and laugh with each other. Their fluffy ears moved playfully. Their tails were curled, and some were even holding young Werebeast on their shoulders and playing.
Staring at their existence, Su'er, in a trance, saw scarlet blood on their faces and lips.
His hand unconsciously gripped his clothes. Su'er's breathing became rapid, and his shoulders were slightly trembling.
Something was whispering to him. Something was telling him, urging him...
Was it the souls of his companions who stood by his bed in countless nights, or who held his hand tightly?
The ones who sacrificed themselves for him, who died for him, were crisscrossed on the faces of the Werebeast in those ships.
Su'er felt that he was about to go crazy. It was as if a rock was stuck in his throat. His breathing became weak and short.
"How about making them slaves?" Think suddenly broke the silence that even Jibril was unwilling to talk in. Her hand wrapped around Su'er's clenched fist and squeezed.
The light golden-haired Elf's palm was almost icy. It was like a snowball falling into a furnace, melting instantly and steaming up with white smoke.
"I will weave the most precise and rigorous spell formulas, and Miss Monster will inject spirits into it. The most powerful magic born from this can bind the Werebeast and also save Mr. Monkey from his troubles. How about it?"
"...No need."
The suggestion that Think gently put forward was once again rejected by Su'er. This was not a moment of anger or impulse, but a decision he had already thought about.
The Elf, who was best at weaving spell formulas, combined with the Flügel, who had a huge amount of spirits, would indeed create a spell formula that would even amaze an Old Deus, but it would only be amazement.
Both Think and Jibril were too weak. In front of those truly powerful forces, in front of time.
This kind of restraint did not have a long-lasting compulsory force. It would even become more dangerous by exposing the existence of Imanity. Those upright Werebeast warriors could directly kill Imanity with a blood-stain that broke through physical limitations before Imanity's nervous system could even react. Even if they died later due to the magic's restraint, it would be worth it for them.
In the end, Imanity was still too weak. The power of a single individual or a group was just struggling to survive in this cruel world. No matter in which world or which place, a weak master and a strong servant was always a huge taboo.
So, there were no benefits, and no nice words. As Su'er had already confirmed in his heart - this was revenge.
And only revenge.
The power of magic allowed the three of them to float in the air without being discovered by the Werebeast warriors with their amazing eyesight. Even if an occasionally sensitive guy looked in their direction along Su'er's gaze with a puzzled look, they still didn't see anything in the end.
The Werebeast had amazing stamina to begin with. Even when they needed a rest, they could be immediately replaced by a substitute. Therefore, the frequency of the wooden oars extending from both sides of the ships did not slow down at all. Thanks to this, the Werebeast fleet also continuously grew bigger from the end of his sight and finally entered the ocean under Su'er's feet at an extremely fast speed.
They fell into this trap that had already been set.
The time left for Su'er's constant hesitation and confusion had unknowingly come to an end, but both Think and Jibril seemed to have not noticed at all. They did not say a word, and they did not even remind him when the Werebeast fleet had already entered the most perfect position in the trap.
Large beads of sweat flowed down Su'er's forehead and dripped from the tip of his nose. This man had gotten to the point where even his lips were slightly trembling. Long waves were rising from behind the Werebeast's ships. They were sailing at the fastest speed on the black sea. It was close. It was really close. It was about to pass...
Should I press it?
Should I not press it?
Press it?
Don't press it?
...
In this storm that was about to destroy Su'er's sanity, Su'er pressed the dark green gem in his hand hard. The sound was crisp, and even a bit pleasant.
Click.
After a brief pause, even Su'er could clearly feel the suffocating pressure that suddenly appeared and filled this sea, no, it should be said that it filled this corner of the world.
When the violent explosion occurred, even the escape of the air became slow. It was being squeezed and piled up, expanding outwards in a spherical shape - Boom!!!
A water column that soared into the sky, mixed with the wreckage of the ships that were directly blown to pieces, and also the spreading blood mist and broken limbs. It seemed to want to pierce this blood-red sky, going straight up to the clouds and even surpassing the high altitude where Su'er was, allowing him to take in this hellish painting scroll.
Broken bodies, broken limbs that were crashing and flying at each other. The white water splashes that should have been crystal clear after leaving the black sea were now stained red, filled with the Werebeast's blood.
Screams and wails were mixed together, and there were also roars of undisguised terror.
Death infected this part of the world in front of Su'er's eyes, filling his eyes and ears.
He had already stood up. Su'er stared at all of this without blinking. This was his decision, his revenge. He could not forget it, and it was something he would bear forever.
But—
Loise, and the people who took care of him when he first came to this world and whose names Su'er didn't even know.
Erma, Darrell, Colton...
I have avenged you.
In the lingering smell of blood around him, Su'er slowly closed his eyes and muttered in his heart.
He clearly knew that after all the lives on this planet died, their souls would return to the Spirit Corridor and turn into the most basic spirits. But at this moment, Su'er felt it as if it were real - he felt the people who had passed away, the heroes who belonged to all the people who were still alive, patting his shoulder one by one.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, blood for blood. A grudge from the tenth generation can be avenged a hundredfold even after a hundred generations.
This was enough.
Su'er would not regret it.