Mythological Native Species

Monet stepped out of the seal.

The two gods guarding outside the seal did not notice it at all.

Now Monet's realm has far exceeded the ordinary gods.

It is really easy to hide from their eyes and ears.

According to Feng Linwan's instructions, Monet came to the human race.

He originally thought that there would be something special about the human race that Feng Linwen admired.

But after Monet's observation, this is a very mediocre race.

The life span is short, the average strength is low, most of them have no talent, and there are many bad habits, with the arrogance of elves, the recklessness of dwarves, the ignorance of orcs, the indifference of feathered people, and the laziness of treemen. With the greed of the Crypt.

However, there is no elves' keenness and power to control energy, no dwarves' love and bravery for crafting tools, no orcs' strength and strong survivability, no feathered talents beyond the first line of all races, no tree people's terrifying vitality. ··.

This seems to be an inferior ethnic group with only many racial shortcomings and no advantages.

But Monet is Monet after all, and he will not be deceived by appearances.

He wants to go deep into this group and see it more clearly.

The Giant Hive Tribe, one of the largest tribes of the human race.

The leader of the tribe is a half-elf.

He has half of the human bloodline. Although he has always regarded it as a shame, he still took in a large group of human races, and gradually formed this giant nest tribe on the periphery of the elves.

And this half-elf, relying on the benefits brought to him by the giant nest tribe, gradually caught up with those pure-blooded compatriots, and even took a step closer, and is about to reach the level comparable to a demigod.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Monet.

It doesn't even have anything to do with the main plot.

Purely out of some kind of force majeure in the big universe, some unnecessary descriptions were made in more detail.

Monet transformed into a human figure and walked among the crowd.

"This human race seems to be created based on our illusionary image. Or...they themselves came into being. Such a race can't really be useless. What is it?" Monet pondered.

Suddenly a group of elves riding wildebeests galloped past the wide street.

Several children who accidentally blocked their way were directly kicked to death by the terrifying foot force of the wildebeest.

The immature body flew high, and then fell heavily.

The flesh and blood were smashed to the ground, blurred.

The elves floated by without leaving any words.

And the people around them, their attitudes, made Monet curious.

He could feel that almost everyone was holding back a mass of anger, and there seemed to be endless anger that wanted to vent.

But their faces showed a numbness, just like the dead children were not the 'cubs' of their own race.

Even the parents of a few children who came later were struggling with a helpless dull expression.

Everything seemed eerie and peaceful.

Monet seemed to know something.

"It's deception! These people know how to deceive. This emotion, which is regarded as sin, has become a weapon for them to disguise themselves."

"They are all angry, and they are all hating. This hatred and anger may even be passed down as a kind of soul mark, affecting future generations."

"But now, they are deceiving others and themselves. Let everyone believe that they have been truly enslaved and have no spirit of resistance..."

Monet thought of this, and suddenly his spirit was shocked.

"This is a very interesting race. It seems to have the shortcomings of all races, but it has the ability to turn these shortcomings into advantages."

"What is the reason for this?" Monet was even more interested.

He decided to stay, disguised as a member of the human race, and continued to observe.

The giant nest tribe has nearly 100,000 people.

This is why Monet's arrival did not attract any attention.

The most important thing is that Monet, by virtue of his own ability, eliminated some influences and made people take the initiative to ignore him, or... not so much attention and concern for him.

Like a drop of water, it has successfully merged into a sea.

Unremarkable.

From the dawn of time, all the people of the giant nest tribe must be active and fight for a chance to survive.

Whether it's an elderly person, a child, or a pregnant woman, you have to work and do what you can.

And those strong men or women need to hunt and train to become warriors of the elves.

Of course... just cannon fodder.

Monet worked with the hunting team to hunt down those ferocious beasts.

Follow the old people to collect bark, tough grass leaves, vines, etc., and make simple tools, or clothing, roofs, etc.

Follow the women and children to collect wild fruits.

Then brew a rough liquor and contribute it to the elves.

Obtain the so-called asylum of the elves.

Hard and numb, day after day, week after week.

Gradually, even Monet almost thought that he was really a person, not the god-king who once stood at the top of the world.

Of course... it's just a joke.

Monet was just trying his best to make himself more involved.

Try to feel the world with the thoughts and methods of the human race.

I have to say, put yourself completely from the perspective of the human race, and then look at problems and the world.

What Monet felt was an endless pressure.

Toil, exhaustion, tiredness, grievance, pain, despair...and numbness.

Monet began to be shocked by the soul of the human race.

He is very clear, whether it is elves or dwarves, feathered or orcs.

If they move from place to place, they are in the current situation of the human race.

Then they have already collapsed, their entire family has already collapsed, and their civilization has been destroyed.

But the human race continues to multiply and spread like weeds tenaciously. They have a kind of ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ that seems to be harmless aggressiveness and expansion.

They can gradually overcome every difficulty and problem that stands in their way.

Until... one day, conquer this world and become the master of this world.

"This...is really a terrifying race. As a god, if I can't occupy their beliefs, then I will surely set off boundless disasters and destroy them." Monet quietly left such a definition in his heart.

Then he began to quietly develop the Soul Cult.

As his own spokesperson, he develops believers in the human race, and even chooses the devout to give them his own power.

Monet has found a way to make rapid progress and gradually rival or even surpass Feng Linye.

Human race!

The human race is his hope.

Monet wants to completely change himself from a **** with no fixed characteristics to an exclusive **** of the human race.