Triumph Over Me and Please Me!

What was the defining trait of a race?

Continuation.

What could not continue was the individual.

What continued was the race.

Then, what was the meaning of a race's existence?

For low-level insects and beasts without intelligence, continuation was merely instinctive. They had no minds, yet continued on by instinct.

For the highly intelligent human race and Demon Race, continuation was a kind of glory, a grand faith.

Heroes opened new paths one after another, recklessly spilling their blood, extolling their faith, shedding passionate tears, and resolving one racial crisis after another, giving rise to ancient myths and legends throughout history.

One generation after another stepped forward, all for the sake of continuation!

A race's glory often came from the history it had accumulated and the greatness of its forebears.

It was a passion from the very source of life, carved into one's bones.

But now, someone had suddenly claimed that whether it was the instinctive continuation of ants or the faithful continuation of the human race and Demon Race, all those instincts were merely a logic deliberately carved into them by the "ancient ancestors."

Their continuation was nothing more than the inheritance of ancestral graves.

This continuation was like Grave Keepers guarding the "ancestral graves," protecting their ancestors at all costs and sacrificing themselves generation after generation.

When the ancient faith collapsed and the grand dream that had endured for tens of millions of years shattered, what would remain after they awoke in the cruel reality?

Wuuu, wuuu.

Some Giant Shell Race members who had been indoctrinated with racial glory from childhood began to sob.

They had once firmly believed that their faith was supreme, and that they could die for the rise of their race! They had fought the Dragon Race, supported the Bone King, opened up a