War Ends in Politics

The war had not ended, because Ryan had yet to gain enough from it.

On his own path of transcendence, he was already satisfied. The Legendary Boon brought by slaying a god had resolved the trouble he had craved to solve most.

But in this war, the largest chessboard still lay between the Empire and the Orcs.

"The war cannot stop yet."

Ryan said this to Werewolf Monarch Aton.

Ryan did not understand the age-old enmity between humans and Orcs in this world, but he knew what it meant to nurture bandits to bolster one's own power.

"Our war will not end just because the Orc Emperor is dead."

"When the time comes for the war to end, I will inform you."

"Werewolves will not obey human commands."

Aton gritted his teeth, exhaling icy breath.

"You do not need to obey me. This is a transaction. I will grant you the blessings you need, and I will obtain other things from you."

"What things?"

Aton did not understand, and asked in confusion.

"You Werewolves pride yourselves on being civilized. Yet the werewolf civilization that emerged from the human world never learned humanity's greatest skill."

"There is a saying in my homeland: wherever there are people, there are conflicts. Perhaps you do not understand it, but I can tell you this: as a civilization that lives in groups, humanity can never escape the subject of politics."

"On the path of transcendence, truth always lies in the hands of the powerful transcendent beings. But in human civilization, political victory can win ninety-nine percent of the benefits in this world."

"After the War of the Deities Across Planes ended a century ago, even transcendent power fell within that ninety-nine percent."

"You Orcs have launched a full-scale invasion of human territory. I can tell