The Theocracy had always cracked down on the slave trade, yet the goblins always had some sophistical excuse—because the Parthian Ancient Kingdom had a tradition of slavery and slave trading.
Perhaps because it was even older than the Theocracy, or perhaps because there was some other reason even the goblins did not know, the Theocracy had always been exceptionally tolerant and lenient toward Parthia.
It was precisely because Parthia existed that these profit-driven goblins had room to maneuver.
Elves were good people.
And good people always followed rules and reason.
But now, the Parthian Ancient Kingdom had been completely overthrown... The Celestial Governors had fallen, and the Pillar Gods had changed places. An ancient tradition that had lasted for ten thousand years had died in a single day. Parthia had become Wanning, and this change would meet no resistance.
Naturally, the Theocracy could not possibly object, and all the neighboring countries would certainly praise it to the skies. The vast majority of the Pillar Gods and Celestial Governors approved of this change. Iver had even displayed enough strength to slay multiple Celestial Governors—
One had to understand that this had been a trap meticulously planned and laid over a long period, woven together by more than a dozen benevolent lords of the Sixth Level.
Yet even a trap like this had been completely useless against Iver—if all those Celestial Governors were counted as kills credited to Iver, he had already slain six of them!
The first could be attributed to elemental disadvantage.
The second could be attributed to good luck.
But what about the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth...?
Especially good luck? Super good luck? Absolutely invincible luck?
Iver had now thoroughly proven that he was the number one person in the world in the truest sense, a god on