Huang Ji's words were tantamount to providing Vahana with an explanation.
Why did every myth require creationism? Why did they always need a being representing the "Sun God" to destroy others, rather than having the sun itself destroy them? "Gods" had to truly exist. Even if some ancient person had an overactive imagination and loved making up stories, it was impossible for dozens of cultures around the world to all think the same way, wasn't it?
Having encountered worldview-shattering things like the Illuminati and the Lizardmen one after another, everyone quickly accepted the theory that aliens had created humanity.
"I-It's fine... Hua Ji, keep going if there's something you want to know... I won't interrupt anymore..." Magician said numbly.
Huang Ji looked at Vahana. "Things like the Anunnaki and the sun bird aren't what we should be considering right now."
"What happened between the Illuminati and your people is what matters."
Vahana swished her tail. "In my memories, I was originally a very cowardly woman. I was afraid of pain, snakes, and death! When a group of gangsters pointed guns at my head, I was so frightened that I dropped to my knees, trembling as weak tears streamed down my face."
"After entering the Illuminati, hearing the screams from cruel experiments made my legs go weak. Seeing dead people frightened me so badly that I couldn't sleep. Whatever they told me to do, I did... People like me who were treated as Guinea Pigs sometimes knew that resisting meant death and not resisting also meant death, yet they still chose not to resist just to live a few seconds longer. In the end, they voluntarily jumped into the graves prepared for them and were mercilessly shot dead."
"This was humanity's most basic survival instinct, inherited from nature. But after I