Flesh Mountain lowered his head and said nothing, but his silence was the best answer.
"Heh, what... too afraid to face your own cowardice?
Didn't you call yourself the God of Flesh and Blood? Where's your ambition?" Elf mocked.
Unable to hold back, Flesh Mountain raised his head and looked Elf straight in the eye. "My lady, I was born from flesh and blood. I am the God of Flesh and Blood."
This was life's instinct, the most perfect future of evolution.
It was impossible for Flesh Mountain to deny his ambition. To do so would be the same as denying his own existence.
Yet the expected rage or mockery never came. Instead, Elf said to him approvingly, "Not bad. Keep that mindset. I look forward to the day you ascend to godhood as a subordinate god beneath Father."
"You... don't think that's overstepping?" Flesh Mountain was greatly surprised.
"Overstepping what?" Elf retorted. "The purpose of evolution is to approach gods... to become gods.
Did you think... we initiated sacred evolution just to admire your suffering?"
Flesh Mountain sensed Elf's faint mockery and disdain, but this time, he did not find it offensive.
That was right. How could gods possibly be so bored?
The purpose of evolution was to become perfect gods. Those ignorant fools were merely shackled by mortal emotions and meaningless bonds.
Flesh Mountain trembled with heartfelt agreement. He felt that this philosophy suited him well, so why should he oppose the gods?
He even felt there was no need for him to maintain a rebellious attitude at every turn. On the contrary, he should take the initiative and strive for more assistance.
Without realizing it, Flesh Mountain bent at the waist. Before this, he had never felt inferior to anyone.
But now, a noble divine child stood