Theodore said calmly, "My lord, you are the genius of our race. Your cultivation journey has been smooth all the way—neither reaching the Saint Realm nor becoming a god will be difficult for you. But, my lord, I am different from you. I am already over five hundred years old, and I still do not know when I will become a Saint Realm expert."
Five hundred years was the lifespan limit for most Level Nine Experts. However, those who cultivated undead magic lived somewhat longer. Cesler, the undead mage from the original work, had lived past eight hundred before becoming a Saint Realm expert.
Theodore continued, "For us Undead Elves to cultivate, we must study death and study corpses. But the Elf Race has far too many rules and restrictions."
He suddenly raised a hand and pointed at the Blood Elf Male's corpse.
"That Auguchi of the Blood Elf Race relied on slaughter to increase his strength. Before he was even born, I was already Level Nine. By the time he became Level Nine, I was still Level Nine. Why? Because he had the support of the Beastmen and could slaughter without restraint, but I could not."
"My lord, I cannot endure it any longer. If I do not make a choice now, I may never become a Saint Realm expert before dying of old age."
Andres quietly listened to Theodore's account.
Cultivating the Destruction Rule indeed required killing and battle, while those who cultivated the Rule of Death truly needed to study many methods involving the flesh and even the soul.
Andres could understand Theodore's reasons for making such a choice—betraying the elves in order to join the Beastmen, who placed greater emphasis on the law of the jungle, all for the sake of breaking through.
However, how far