Monet walked out of the seal.

The two gods who were guarding the seal did not notice it in the slightest.

Now Monet's realm has far surpassed ordinary gods.

It's easy to hide from them.

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

He originally thought that there would be something special about the human race that was admired by Feng Lin Wan.

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

The life span is short, the average strength is low, most of them have no talent, and they have a lot of bad habits, with the arrogance of elves, the recklessness of dwarves, the ignorance of orcs, the indifference of feathered people, the laziness of tree people, and the greed of crypt people.

But they don't have the acumen and control of energy, the dwarves' love and bravery for crafting artifacts, the strength and strong survival ability of the orcs, the talent of the feathered people beyond all races, and the terrifying vitality of the treemen...

This is like an inferior race 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 Nest tribe, one of the largest tribes of the Terrans.

The leader of the tribe is a half-elf.

He has half Terran blood, and although he has always been ashamed of it, he still took in a large group of Terrans, and gradually formed this giant nest tribe on the periphery of the elves.

And this half-elf, with the benefits brought to him by the Giant Nest tribe, gradually caught up with those pure-blooded kindreds, and even one step closer, about to reach a level comparable to that of a demigod.

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

Even with the plot of the text, it has nothing to do with it.

Purely out of some kind of cosmic force majeure, some more detailed unnecessary descriptions were made.

Monet transforms into a human form and walks through the crowd.

"This human race seems to have been created on the basis of our transfiguration image. Or rather... They themselves came into being, and such a race can't really be useless, what is it?" Monet pondered.

Suddenly, a group of elves rode through the wide street on wildebeest.

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

The immature body flew high, and then fell heavily.

The flesh smashed into the ground in a blur, blurry.

The elves floated by, leaving nothing to say.

And the crowd around them, their attitude, made Monet curious.

He could feel that almost all of them had a clump of anger suppressed in their hearts, and it seemed that there was endless anger that they wanted to vent.

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

Even the parents of several children who came later, their expressions were struggling, with a helpless dullness.

Everything seemed eerie and calm.

Monet seemed to understand something.

These people know how to deceive, and this emotion, which is regarded as sin, has become a weapon for them to disguise themselves. ”

"They are all angry, they are all hating, and this hatred and anger may even be passed down as a soul mark and affect future generations. ”

But now, they are deceiving others and deceiving themselves. Let all of them believe that they have been truly enslaved, and there is no longer any spirit of resistance... ”

When Monet thought of this, he suddenly felt a shock.

"It's an interesting race that seems to have all the shortcomings of the race, but has the ability to turn those shortcomings into advantages. ”

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

He decided to stay, disguise himself as a member of the Terrans, and continue to observe.

The Giant Nest tribe has nearly 100,000 people.

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

The most important thing is that Monet relied on his own ability to eliminate some influences, so that people took the initiative to ignore him, or... Didn't pay that much attention and care to him.

Like a drop of water, it successfully merges into a sea.

Unremarkable.

From dawn, all the people of the Giant Nest tribe must move up to fight for a chance to live.

Whether it's the elderly, children, or pregnant women, they have to work and do what they can.

And those strong men or women need to hunt, train, and become elven warriors.

Of course... Just cannon fodder.

Monet followed the hunting party and hunted down the ferocious beasts.

Follow the elders to collect bark, tough blades of grass, vines, etc., and make simple tools, or clothing, roofs, etc.

Follow the women and children and go to collect wild fruits.

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

Gain the so-called protection of the elves.

It's hard and numbing, day after day, over and over again.

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 to make himself more engaged.

Try to experience the world with the thoughts and ways of the human race.

I have to say that when I put myself completely in the perspective of the human race, and then look at the problem and the world.

What Monet felt was an endless pressure.

Hardship, tiredness, tiredness, grievances, pain, despair... as well as numbness.

Monet began to shake the soul of the Terrans.

He knew very well whether it was an elf or a dwarf, a feathered man or an orc.

If they change places, they are in the current situation of the human race.

Then they would have collapsed, their tribes would have collapsed, their civilization would have collapsed.

But the Terrans are still resilient and continue to multiply and spread like weeds, and they have a kind of aggression and expansion that seems harmless.

Gradually, they are able to overcome every obstacle and problem that stands in their way.

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

"This... What a terrible race. As God, if I fail to occupy their faith, I will bring about a catastrophe that will destroy them. Monet quietly left such a definition in his heart.

Then he began to quietly develop the Soul Sect.

Acting as one's own spokesman, developing believers among the human race, and even choosing the pious, giving them their own strength.

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

Terran!

The Terrans were his hope.

Monet wanted to completely change himself, from a god with no fixed qualities to a god exclusive to the human race.