"Among the known God Above Gods, that Son of Evil God isn't considered particularly strong."
The decision-makers were still discussing matters, but everyone knew that retreat was likely no longer an option.
Every "human" present vaguely sensed that this might be the calamity of this world and this race—a test imposed by an advanced civilization upon those who came after.
Only by enduring it would they earn the right to occupy a corner of the multiverse. It was just that—
"It's still Tier 11. For humanity as it is now, that's far beyond our level."
"Heh, do you really think this is some friendly school exam where everyone wants the best for each other? In the dark forest of the multiverse, if you see a developing race with great potential, would you nurture it properly—or crush it while you can?"
The atmosphere instantly froze. If they truly searched their hearts, it was a question none of them could answer.
It was not even a question of morality. When the race you casually spared grew strong enough to squeeze your race's living space, or even wage war against your race, that moral obsession would become far too costly.
"I would."
"Enough. Don't say it out loud."
Some things were better left unsaid.
Compared to testing themselves through a moral dilemma, it was better to eliminate future trouble while they had the chance.
In many cases, others negotiated and traded with you peacefully not because they loved peace, but because they lacked the ability to erase you at low cost.
Of course, this was not a choice humanity needed to make right now. Humanity, having only just entered the multiverse, was the one being judged.
"Tsk. This really pisses me off. Tier 11."
Lu PingAn stared at the monster beyond the world,