Huh? Are they all real?...

The dwarf clearly didn't understand what Moen's choice of words meant.

He naively believed that Mohn was a blessed saint.

Overjoyed, the dwarf hurriedly pulled out a piece of bread from Ansa and said:

"So what kind of miracle is this great bread? Is it an endless bread that turns back to its original form after one bite? Or will this bag always have bread appearing?"

"Neither. It's that eating one bite will stop you from being hungry."

As Moen spoke of the bread's miracle, the dwarf, who had already torn off a large piece and was about to put it in his mouth, quickly stopped himself from doing so.

If one bite is enough, then this much food would have to be divided among several people.

After tentatively taking a small bite, sure enough, he received the same blessing as the boy.

"O Origin God, truly. My friend, we are at a loss for how to repay your generous gift. Well then, my life is yours now, my friend. Just call me if you need anything in the future."

"I assure you, even if it's a damn ancient dragon on the other side, my hammer will still smash it without hesitation."

Moen shook his head and smiled:

"Let's not disturb the last peaceful moments that Sanx has left."

As Moen spoke those words.

Kolossanx, who was dozing in a cave, suddenly felt an overwhelming palpitation.

This caused Him to prematurely end His hibernation, and He looked around with surprise and uncertainty.

But just like the blood moon, which has been anchored to the future, there is no trace of it.

After all, who could have imagined that someone would be setting their fate in the future?

"Haha, I was just saying that anyway. After all, how could the two of us possibly offend Gu Long? But what I said is absolutely true. Even if a god came, I would dare to go up against him."

The dwarf laughed, waved his hand, and then said:

"Of course, I'm sure I'd only dare to go up, but I definitely wouldn't be able to win in a fight."

Even among dwarves, there are very few who are so honest as to be naive.

This made Moen burst out laughing.

Then, Moen looked at the mobile workshop carefully preserved in the center of their group and said:

"Friend, I've noticed that your mobile workshop seems to be missing a few rather troublesome parts?"

The dwarf, who was already directing others to distribute the sacred bread, shook his head repeatedly:

“Yes, we don’t even know if we can fix it. Since His Majesty the King of the Bronze Furnace left, there are fewer and fewer craftsmen who can make these parts.”

"As for us, not only do we lack the materials, but we also only have a rudimentary understanding of the corresponding forging methods."

Moen indicated his understanding and took out several more pieces of ore from his waist, saying:

"This is...this is a parting gift from my sister. I thought it might be of some help to you."

The dwarf shook his head repeatedly without even looking at it, saying:

"Your sister's gift? Origin God, don't give us something so meaningful. You must keep it safe."

"Otherwise, when you meet your sister, you won't be able to explain it to her."

Moen then gave it to the dwarf just as the hummingbird had given it to him:

“Take it. Meaningful gifts should be used in meaningful ways, just like the bread I gave you.”

"Besides, didn't you say that it's not like we can't see each other again?"

Seeing that Moen had said so, the dwarf scratched his head and said:

"Is this like this?"

"Yes, that's right, and I also have to thank you because you said that my sister and I will see each other again."

The dwarf was at a loss for words after hearing what Moen said, because he realized that it seemed to be related to his dwarf friend's family problems.

So he could only look at the ore in his hand and try to change the subject.

He was stunned at first sight. After a moment, he took a bite in disbelief and confirmed that the texture was indeed as soft and chewy as rumored, with a hint of coolness.

He then clutched his head and exclaimed in surprise:

"Wait, my Primal, is this Om Ore? Wasn't this stuff used up tens of thousands of years ago?"

“Friend, you really can’t take this. This is a universal metal. One piece of this stuff is more expensive than our workshop’s.”

But when the dwarf looked up, Moen, who had already turned the bracelet, was nowhere to be seen.

"What about people?!"

Feeling helpless about Moen's disappearance, the dwarves stopped searching for a long time.

Having found no trace of them even by daylight, they could only regretfully accept the fact that they not only couldn't return the precious ore, but they also didn't even know their friend's name.

But looking at the Om ore in his hand...

The leader of the dwarves suddenly slapped his forehead and said:

“I’ve made up my mind, Ron. Go tell everyone that once we’ve successfully settled into our new homes, we refugees from various clans will simply all become the Ironfoot Clan.”

"This is a perfect way to commemorate our brother Tiezu who brought us such a good friend."

Chapter 427 Naming Rights (4k)

Moen's journey continues.

As for the People's Federation...

The divine machine that sent Moen on this journey also welcomed a new guest.

The guests came from a place she didn't know whether to call it a foreign land or her hometown.

The airtight valve in the elevator shaft opens as the numbers on the display screen return to zero.

Then, a small cart piled high with gold coins was pushed in.

Looking at this scene.

Even the master strategist was clearly taken aback for a moment.

"This is a bit beyond my calculations."

The researchers who brought in these gold coins were equally astonished:

"To be honest, I was stunned. I never expected that they would go to so much trouble to send such a huge pile of gold coins."

"Hmm, or are these those so-called enchanted gold coins?"

Looking at the gold coins he was pushing, the researcher offered his own conclusions out of curiosity.

This point was also confirmed by Shenji:

"While there are some minor issues, you are right in general, Mr. Researcher Kariyan."

"I rarely speak to you, well, that feeling is too uncomfortable for someone like me who prides himself on being young and promising."

As they were talking, the researcher, who had already pushed the cart to the front of the machine, checked the time and said:

"Then my mission is complete. Goodbye."

Goodbye, Mr. Kariyan.

Wait until the researcher leaves.

The Divine Machine, its cube-shaped body floating in mid-air, moved slightly closer to the small cart in front of it and said:

"So, what comes next?"

As if in response to divine intervention.

The gold coins melted on the cart, forming a stream of reddish-gold, and the scorching precious metal obediently flowed through the cracks in the blue bricks like beeswax.

The divine machine silently watched this transformation that defied the laws of physics—the liquid gold first coalesced into the skeletal outline of a canine, then grew flowing muscle lines, and finally solidified into fluffy, curly fur. When the pulsating liquid gold finally emitted a "woof" sound...

The usually calm Shenji couldn't help but say:

“Gold coins and golden hair, a very interesting and appropriate change, Your Majesty the Goddess Bella.”

The strange creature, which had transformed from a gold coin into golden fur, shook itself in front of the divine machine before jumping back onto the small cart.

"To be honest, I don't feel much of a god, although that's true, but it's very different from what I imagined."

Compared to her elegance over there, Bella, the golden retriever who came to the Human Union, seemed quite lively.

It's more in line with its 'golden retriever' identity.

At the same time, it was also curiously observing everything around it.

Everything in the Human Union is new to it.

The divine machine, its edges constantly shifting before it, looked at it and said:

"I heard that you changed the name of your path after you ascended to godhood? May I ask why?"

"Is it because you think the path to wealth doesn't sound good? But why change it to something that seems to have little to do with your abilities and status—a dreamer?"

Ever since Moen gave away his last eldest son.

Bella thus completed her ascension to godhood.

Naturally, Bella ascended to godhood and fulfilled her promise to Moen—to change her path from the path of wealth to the path of the dreamer.

This power belongs to the first practitioner or deity of this path.

In some situations it may have an unimaginable effect, but under normal circumstances, it is just an honor.

"Yes, this is an agreement between me and His Majesty Trajan. He helped me ascend to godhood, and I changed the name of my path to godhood to 'Dreamer'."

"As for the reason, I don't know. Besides, I heard that His Majesty Trajan has been with you, and then, where is he?"

The golden retriever kept sniffing at Moen's scent in the air:

“I’m sure he was here before because his scent was so strong, I’m even sure he was standing not far in front of me.”

It has nothing to do with supernatural powers; it's simply an application of a dog's sense of smell.

But perhaps because it was the first golden retriever to ascend to godhood, its sense of smell might be incredibly powerful.

"So, what about others?"

Shenji did not answer this question, but only said:

"Just as you made an agreement with him, he is also fulfilling his agreement with me. So now that you've come here in person, have you brought the things I ordered from you?"

Since the customer had no intention of answering, Bella, being a sensible businesswoman, naturally wouldn't press the matter.

It simply barked once and then said:

"Of course I brought it, but it can't be considered a personal visit; it's just a small projection of my authority."

Bella's answer prompted Shenji to ask curiously:

"So, how long do you think it will take before a god-level being able to come here?"

Bella replied without hesitation:

"Theoretically, it will take at least tens of thousands of years or even longer, but this has been the previous conclusion, so I think that day may come sooner than any of us can imagine."

This silenced even the divine strategist.

Because this is exactly the same as its calculation result.

"I guess that's why you're in such a hurry to become a god, right?"

Although she went from elegant to unconventional, that wisdom still remained in Bella's dog eyes.

"Yes, Goddess Bella."

"Yes, just like me. We all have treasures that we cherish, which motivate us to ascend to godhood, so that we won't be left without the right to struggle in the face of unknown events that are bound to be beyond our comprehension."

In this respect, Bella felt that she and the genius had a lot in common.

"Yes, this compels us to move forward."

Shenji expressed his agreement.