Oreo? The Secret of the Alien Races' Power!

"Godhood Item?"

Upon hearing the four words that suddenly came out of Connie's mouth, Su Mo, despite forcibly controlling his expression, could not help but reveal a hint of shock.

Based on the information available, those who possess certain authority will become "gods".

This matter should have been kept extremely secret, but all the alien races actually knew about it and even went to the wasteland as a target.

This is an absolute information overload! "Yes, from the moment I was born—no, from the moment I received the inherited memories—countless generations of our lion-man ancestors have followed the decrees of the ancestral god."

"Generation after generation, we are born and sent to this wasteland to search for the Godhood Item."

"But unfortunately, our Lion-Man race hasn't found one in a very long time!"

"Moreover, because we lack the Godhood Item, the protection we receive from our ancestral gods is weakening, leading to our current state of strength."

"If it had happened tens of thousands of years earlier, perhaps our Lion-Man race would be a renowned royal family in the wasteland by now!"

Bite after sip, Connie quickly finished the Qingdao Little Green Can in her hand.

This unique beer on Earth tastes strange at first sip, but the more Connie drinks, the harder it is for her to stop.

After Su Mo "sensibly" took a new bottle and handed her a perfectly grilled beef skewer, more explosive secrets slowly emerged from Connie's mouth.

"I know that after hearing about the Godhood Item, you'll definitely want to go find it. After all, who wouldn't want to become a god?"

"But unfortunately, whether it's from our inherited memories or the instructions from our clan before we set off, we don't even know what this so-called ' Godhood Item ' looks like or what it is!"

"All we know are these four words!"

"Moreover, all the alien races know are these four words; no one has more specific information because the appearance of each Godhood Item is different, and its form of existence is also unclear."

Connie took a big bite of a beef skewer and then gulped down a large mouthful of beer. Her talkative manner made Su Mo feel a little dazed.

If it weren't for the lingering cool breeze of the wasteland beside my ears, the Hope would still be standing tall on the earth in the distance.

This scene looks just like a street food stall on Earth, where people drink and brag with friends.

"And what about you? Didn't you say you came voluntarily? Did you come to become a god?" Su Mo asked again after taking a big gulp of beer.

"I admit, before I came here, I did have that slight hope."

"But now, becoming a god? Do you really believe in becoming a god?"

"No way, Su Mo, I've never seen a god in my entire life, not since I was born. Oh wait, the only god I ever saw was killed by you."

With a twisted expression that was hard to tell whether she was crying or laughing, Connie stood up and gently swayed on the edge of the platform.

If a human were to perform this dance, it would definitely look incredibly bizarre.

But on Connie, the occasional swirling blue whirlwinds added a touch of mystery.

"What if I told myself that disaster was about to befall me and that I should go to the Ocean God?"

Hiss. These words seemed to press the pause button on Connie, who was still happily dancing, Connie was instantly stunned.

The little whirlwind that had appeared around her dissipated at the same time, and even the little green jar she was holding fell to the ground with a dull thud.

A look of surprise appeared on her face, followed by a question mark.

"What? You're going to find the Ocean God?"

"Weren't you going to the New Continent?"

Connie, who was still a little drunk, declared at this moment:

He's sober now! If Su Mo hadn't known about the alien race's plan to go find the Ocean God, that would have been one thing, but now that he does, isn't he courting death? "Knowing there are tigers in the mountains, yet still venturing into the tiger's den, you're something else, Su Mo. Do you even know what kind of enemies you'll be facing when you go to find the Ocean God?"

"So what if they are the Five Great Royal Clans? What's there to be afraid of? You just said that your lion-man race was a prestigious royal family tens of thousands of years ago!"

"But they've fallen from grace, which shows that even royalty isn't invincible."

"Besides, don't I still have your help?"

He shrugged, tore off a skewer of beef, Su Mo ate and drank as he spoke with confidence.

"They're just the Five Great Royal Clans."

"My help."

These words made Connie, the Female Lion Man, so angry that her mouth twisted in disbelief.

The anger and astonishment that were originally on his face turned into a gurgling, crying laugh under his crooked mouth.

"What use am I? I only have two useless men under my command: a lame cook and a one-eyed archer."

"Damn, I spent 50 points to trade for a chip with someone else to train this archer. Who do you expect these two idiots to kill?"

"Kill the Cursed Tiger? Kill the Crystal Dragon?"

"When you go, we'll be skinned alive, especially since you killed a god. If they think you Godhood Item, it'll be even worse. We'll be hunted down by tens of millions of idiots!"

Having learned some human languages and integrated into Hope Village, Connie, the Female Lion Man, began to become "gentle and easy-going".

As she spoke, her hair stood on end in a fit of impotent rage, resembling a comb.

"No, no, no, don't underestimate yourself. We need you right now."

Seeing that the Female Lion Man had finally taken the bait, Su Mo could no longer suppress the smile on his face. He stood up abruptly and went to the platform where the Female Lion Man was standing.

"Look, look at that Hope! It's a near- Legendary Rank!"

"Believe me, if you bestow upon it a blessing, we can steer it across this ocean."

"At that point, forget about alien races; even the Five Great Royal Clans, we can smash their backsides in the Hope."

"Your cooks will have the opportunity to prepare dishes for various alien races, and your archers will become the pride of the lion-men!"

"And you, Connie, you too can achieve your purpose in coming to this wasteland!"

Making grand promises and stirring up emotions, Su Mo stood on the high platform, exuding an air of arrogance that showed he had never taken the Five Great Royal Clans seriously. His words suddenly became loud and clear.

"Didn't you want to become a god?"

"Follow me, and one day you will become the new Lion God!"

Su Mo stared intently into Connie's eyes without flinching, and this intense gaze immediately made Connie tense.

"So."

"May I bless your Hope and then stay on the mountain with the villagers?"

Connie swallowed hard, and looking at the "mad" Su Mo, she couldn't help but take a step back.

There are crazy people every year, but I'm most afraid of them coming to my house.

For the Five Great Royal Clans, the fear suppressed in her bloodline memories told her that even if she were aboard the Hope, the chances of victory were absolutely zero if there was no equal number of them.

"Oh, my Connie, how could you say such hurtful things?"

"Don't you want to participate in dealing with the Five Great Royal Clans?"

"As a fallen lion-man leader, I will thoroughly humiliate them and show them that fortunes change!"

"Isn't this great?!"

"I don't want to go." Connie took another small step back, looking at the edge of the cliff with a look of terror on her face.

No, you want to go!

Su Mo pulled Connie back to the barbecue grill, a hint of coercion in his eyes.

No, I don't want it.

No, you want it!

After repeatedly confirming that the "seriousness" in Su Mo's eyes didn't seem fake, Connie finally decided not to run away this time.

"Can't you do without me?"

I can't live without you!

In their question-and-answer session, Connie asked earnest questions, and Su Mo answered them with equal seriousness.

The aroma of cumin burst forth from the grill in front of them, but at that moment, neither of them had any appetite for the food.

You stared at me, I stared at you, and finally... "But I'm just an ordinary Lion Man Priest, my blessing."

"No, your blessing is enough. Besides, don't you get rewards for fighting in clan wars? I'll take you to fight more often then, and your level will skyrocket!"

For every word Connie said, Su Mo would retort with the same words.

To be fair, forcing such a tyrant into marriage wouldn't be very effective.

But suddenly, after thinking of the lion-man's blessing in the Underground Shelter, Connie shook her head, and suddenly sat down as if deflated.

She picked up the small green jar that had fallen to the ground but hadn't completely leaked yet.

With the beef in her mouth, Connie took a large gulp of her drink with a "dejected" expression, then picked up another skewer of beef and took a big bite.

"Su Mo, do you... do you know the source of our alien race's power?"

"Oh?" Su Mo looked over, feigning confusion.

These strange and fantastical abilities, if they were once somewhat mysterious and shrouded in an unfathomable "cloak," are now being questioned.

After becoming the "Food God," Su Mo had already made some guesses.

"Our power does not come from the ancestral gods, nor from cultivation, but only from the game."

"Only games can give us strength!"

"Our strength or weakness can only be determined by the protection of our ancestral gods. We must enter this wasteland and fight and seize for ourselves."

"Becoming the youngest priestess of the Lion-Man race is not due to my exceptional talent, nor to my great luck, but rather to my parents."

Connie's eyes shone like emeralds in the moonlight.

A look of reminiscence crossed her face, but when she mentioned her parents, she abruptly stopped and started talking about something else.

"Each race has a fixed number of 'slots' to enter the wasteland each period, but these slots can be accumulated, and then entered all at once after reaching a certain threshold."

"The reason our lion-man race declined is because we once accumulated 189 slots. In the first slot, 20,000 lion-men entered at once, and another 150,000 entered later. But we don't know what happened, and all 170,000 of them died!"

"It was because of this accident that the core strength and warriors of our Lion-Man race were completely wiped out, our Ancestral God suffered a severe blow, and even the world we live in became a scene of devastation."

"Of course, the other races didn't fare any better. Apart from the Five Great Royal Clans who chose to invest the least amount that time, the other races, like us, used all their accumulated resources."

Bottles of Tsingtao Pure Draft Beer, when used in the right place, are indeed incredibly effective.

Seeing Connie spilling out so many secrets like beans, Su Mo didn't miss the opportunity and continued to press:

Why did the Five Great Royal Clans choose the minimum investment?

"We don't know. The decision to send us here, mobilizing all our resources and strength, was a divine decree from the ancestral god. We still don't know what happened in that battle."

"And my parents were in this battle."

"Forget about that, let's continue talking about power. After our defeat this time, the Ancestral God issued a new divine decree."

"In future trips to the wasteland, we will adopt an investment system. Each batch of people entering the wasteland will still only account for 10% of the total number of people. The other batches will be reserved. As long as the people who enter reach a certain point or win the war and gain more value, the tribe will invest more. Otherwise, the tribe will choose to give up on that batch."

"If you had told me twelve days ago that you would lead me to victory in the tribal war, continue to get the lion-men to invest more in me, and help me improve my power level, I would have been very happy."

"But now you understand."

Gazing at the sky, Connie shed two clear tears, unsure whether she was grieving for her parents' passing or heartbroken at being abandoned by the Lion-men.

The animal world is far more real than the conflicts of interest among humans.

In their eyes, there is no human touch, no racial dignity, only endless profit! If you can provide value, we will invest in you and make you stronger.

If you've lost your value, then we'll decisively terminate the relationship and wait for the next opportunity.

"Is there no other way to increase your strength?"

After seeing Connie's performance, Su Mo tentatively asked the question.

If the increase in power between different races is not, as initially thought, a process of killing monsters and gaining experience.

As long as you keep winning battles, you can gain more power, just like playing an online game.

Instead, as Connie said, it becomes an act of demonstrating one's strength and value to attract investment from the community. So, after the community abandons investment, there is indeed no solution to increase one's strength to a certain extent.

But to Somo's surprise, Connie's answer took Su Mo by surprise, "Yes, and the method is in you... no, in your Oreo!"