Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

Humans, no matter how hard they try, cannot harm other races. They might as well spend that time thinking about how to eat their fill, have more children, and avoid the aftermath of battles that resemble natural disasters against other races.

In short, now Longbo needs to find a way to be born smoothly.

Since it wasn't born, it means the power projected from Longbo is unusable. After all, when you install a mod, you have to follow the local rules.

"... "

Longbo's perception detached from the divine essence, penetrated the elven corridor, and landed in the lush forest directly above, where a large number of creatures lived, including humans.

...

The colorful forest is home to life forms called elves, who are like magical elements in a fantasy world, ranking third among the fifteen races.

They themselves have no combat capabilities; they merely form elven corridors within the world itself and the fifteen races, thereby gaining the ability to cast magic.

Humans, as a race born of nature, have no elven corridors and can only live among wild beasts in this world, eking out a living like rats.

Longbo stood in the forest in human form, looking down at his hands. He had no bone armor and no gender characteristics.

Nearly a thousand years later, he transformed back into a human once again. This unfamiliar feeling made him uncomfortable. It felt strange to transform back into a human after getting used to the perspective of looking down from above, but that's how the world works.

Racial gods are often similar to the race they represent.

After a moment, he came to his senses and headed deeper into the forest, where he saw a variety of beautiful plants and flowers with extremely vigorous vitality.

He arrived at the edge of a city, and the bustling city that came into view presented a civilization style that Longbo had never seen before: the overall colors were bright, the edges were sharp, covered with exceptionally gorgeous decorations, engraved with beautiful patterns, and magical power flowed within.

This is a city inhabited by forest elves, imbued with a strong magical atmosphere. Forest elves come and go, all carrying books, and their conversations with friends mostly revolve around magic, and... various ways to play.

Forest Elves are the seventh-ranked race among the fifteen races. The top six species can be described as life, but the bottom nine can only be called creatures.

Forest elves possess all the characteristics of all elf species found in many fantasy worldviews.

They possess handsome appearances and magical adaptability, are tall and slender with long, thin ears, and exude elegance in their speech and manners, with smiles as captivating as flowers.

They possessed an extremely rich history, including numerous books on history, magic, and other subjects, which they had plundered from other races and summoned from other worlds. However, many years ago, most of these books were stolen by a pink-haired angel.

However, aside from all the wonderful characteristics of the "elf race," they have hobbies that are completely different from those of the vast majority of "elves."

They are an absolute perverted race, referred to as the "perverted race" by many other races. They enjoy all kinds of perverted and sadistic play, and the number of women in their race far exceeds that of men.

All the unique gameplay that humans could imagine seemed child's play to them; the corpses of alien slaves drained dry by the forest elves were enough to fill the foundation of a city.

But once they fall in love with someone, they quickly sever ties with the past, transforming into pure love, and remaining devoted until death.

How to describe it?

Longbo walked along the bustling streets, watching the seemingly normal forest elves come and go. Their pasts were fully revealed to Longbo, prompting him to make his judgments.

"Just like the Adaling tribe who live in cesspools."

Longbo strolled through the city, unnoticed by the forest elves, who were completely unaware of his presence and would simply pass by as if he were air if they bumped into him.

This is Longbo's awkward situation at this moment. He has not been born, he cannot even be considered a projection, almost no one can see him, let alone touch him.

He went straight to a cell where slaves were held and took in the scene inside.

Calling it a prison isn't quite accurate. The environment here is cleaner than the apartment building where Longbo lived in his previous life. After all, the forest elves are a race that loves cleanliness and don't want their slaves to be too dirty or disgusting.

Many orc races are imprisoned here, the last of the fifteen races, namely the Fury. Their physique is many times stronger than that of humans, and the elites are capable of moving at supersonic speeds. They are even more resilient to the forest elves.

Besides these, there are also humans.

Many humans are imprisoned here, and besides being emaciated, they also have many wounds on their bodies.

Longbo stood before them, silently watching them, but they still couldn't see him.

Although their freedom is restricted and suppressed compared to the outside world, at least they have enough food, which makes them content, and life is alright.

"... "

Longbo shook his head, feeling that he had come to the wrong place; the people here clearly did not believe in revenge.

He returned to the street, and just as he was about to head into the wilderness to find a human tribe, a loud noise rose from somewhere behind him, followed by the roar of a wild beast.

Longbo turned his head and saw a huge, gray-black creature burst out of the dungeon wall. Its body was covered with needle-like hair, and its seven-meter-tall body looked exceptionally powerful. It ran wildly towards Longbo, trying to escape into the wilderness.

Behind it, a boy clung tightly to King Kong's fur, trying to keep himself from falling.

"King Kong?!" Longbo sensed the seriousness of the situation. Why did it have to be King Kong?

What lay before him at this moment was King Kong, the target of Longbo's mission, standing seven meters tall and weighing several tons—a colossal creature for humans.

But here, it's nothing more than a pile of moving chunks of meat, something even a beastman child could tear to pieces in seconds—just a roadside dump.

Longbo felt a headache coming on the moment he saw it.

This is even worse than the Black Death. How could a mere King Kong on the roadside survive until it was born into this world?

If it were Heisei Kong or Skull Island's handsome guy, Lungbo could comfort himself by thinking that maybe they'd be lucky and survive for a while.

But this seven-meter-tall giant was now in the territory of the forest elves, and Longbo himself was in no condition to interfere with it. He was truly at a loss.

King Kong's escape startled the forest elves, who then raised their hands, preparing to use magic to kill the beast on the spot.

Longbo stood at a distance, watching this scene helplessly, unable to do anything about it.

However, just as King Kong was walking towards Longbo, a cold female voice rang out, causing everyone to stop in their tracks. "That's a ferocious beast from another world, with extremely high research value. Anyone who dares to lay a hand on it will be failing to graduate."

As soon as he finished speaking, almost everyone stopped what they were doing and watched King Kong walk away.

Longbo turned his head and saw a forest elf, dressed in unusually light clothing, standing atop the tower, coldly rebuking the rest of its kind.

She had long, colorful hair, a delicate face, and colorful eyes. Her forehead was engraved with simple protective patterns, and her head was adorned with a pure white decoration. Her clothing was unusually revealing, and her figure stood out from those of her kind.

As Longbo cast his gaze upon her, she also raised her palm, her eyes cold as she looked at the otherworldly beast preparing to escape from the laboratory, ready to capture it.

But at that moment, a casual glance caused the pupils of Crimson Niebaren, the most outstanding individual among the forest elves, to suddenly contract.

Within her colorful eyes, which shimmered with magical light, a faint figure stood in the street, its form as unsteady as a phantom, unnoticed by passersby.

As if sensing Shinku's gaze, He turned his head slightly and cast a scrutinizing look at her.

The Divine Race, the number one among the fifteen races, is the embodiment of a certain concept.

In just a moment, Shinku recognized what it was. She had once faced the being that created the Forest Spirits and had some understanding of the Divine Spirits.

Even for the monstrous Skywing species, killing the weakest individual requires a group of over two hundred people fighting together, at a heavy cost.

In an instant, Shinku's mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts as she quickly considered the appearance of the unfamiliar deity before her.

Beasts from another world?

No, a mere beast is not worthy of any being entering another god's territory during a great war.

Besides the beasts of another world, what else is worthy of the gods' attention?

Shinku pretended not to see the god, her gaze sweeping quickly across the city, searching for anything that might attract the god's attention, but ultimately found nothing.

Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the monkey lying behind the beast. The monkey glanced at the deity as it passed by.

Monkeys? Where did she get monkeys from her lab?

Suddenly, Shinku thought of a possibility.

"... "

"No way..." Crimson broke out in a cold sweat, as if a bomb had been dropped into her mind. "Those monkeys... no, those humans without the Elf Corridor... also have gods?"

Longbo's gaze returned to King Kong.

Just as King Kong passed Longbo, behind him, a little boy covered in wounds and on the verge of death struggled to open his eyes and meet the faint gaze of Longbo.

"Ok?"

Longbo noticed this scene and, watching King Kong's departing figure, sensed that his opportunity had arrived.

Even if only one human believes in the existence of the God of Vengeance, he can emerge in full power, eliminate the so-called gods one by one, and obtain the Star Grail.

Without hesitation, Longbo followed King Kong into the forest, watching it run wildly to the edge of the forest. Gazing at the wilderness shrouded in black snow, he instinctively stopped.

Even after witnessing the god's departure, Shinku's mind was still in turmoil, and the connection between humans and gods terrified her.

Finally, she came to her senses and made a decision she wasn't sure was right: in the name of the Nielbaren family, she issued an order to all the forest elves in the city to release the humans, and quickly contacted the god-creator she had once scorned.

Although she only caught a fleeting glimpse, she still noticed the bloody and fiery aura emanating from behind that deity, which sent chills down the spine of Shinku, who had faced the Creator more than once.

...

King Kong cautiously stretched out his palm and touched the black ash falling from the sky. In just an instant, intense pain was etched into his bone marrow like a red-hot iron, causing him to let out a painful howl.

King Kong watched as the black blizzard stretching to the horizon was blocked by a curtain of light. He slowly withdrew his feet, shrinking to the edge of the forest, and cradled the boy who had rescued him in his hands.

The boy struggled to open his eyes, and the enormous head came into view. King Kong's beastly eyes showed bewilderment. Beside it, a faint human figure floated, and a weak connection was felt.

"Who are you?"

The boy, his body scalded by the magical defense mechanism, whispered, too weak to turn around due to his severe burns.

“Mara,”

"Now is the time for humanity's revenge."

Chapter 170 The Fall of the Forest Elf Seed

Deadly black ash fell from the sky, landing on the light curtain formed by the [Eternal Fourth Blessing] covering the forest, and was evenly distributed around it, then blown far away by the howling storm.

The boy lay in King Kong's warm palm, his body covered in burn marks, his vital signs extremely weak, just one step away from death.

Despite this, after hearing the sound, he still opened his eyes, which were already blind, looked toward the source of the sound, and made a faint sound.

"revenge?"

“Dad said that without revenge, humans cannot fight back against disasters.”

The boy's voice was murmured, which made the person carefully holding his diamond-like face look puzzled.

It propped itself up on its elbows, reached out with its other hand to pluck a leaf, and carefully poured the dew that had accumulated on it into the boy's chapped lips.

Completely unaware, another being was floating in front of it, responding to the boy.

"No... You have thoughts of revenge in your heart. The fact that you can see me is the best proof that you want to take revenge on those alien races that killed your kind."

Longbo could clearly see the raging flame burning within the boy's heart, a flame that did not extinguish as death approached.

On the contrary, it grew even stronger, his lifeless eyes flickering with firelight, and the anger in his heart was more intense than that of any human that Longbo had ever seen.