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Besides, Shubie, who had already been conscripted and should have been with the Machine God Race army, was also here, standing respectfully behind the two of them.

"Shubie, why are you here?"

Rick was both shocked and delighted when he suddenly spotted his wife. He was delighted to see his wife again, but shocked by why Shubie was here.

Upon seeing her husband, a trace of excitement appeared on Shubie's expressionless little face. Under Rick's horrified gaze, she hugged his head and tried to bury it in her chest.

"Crack—"

As expected, the sound of a broken nasal bone rang out. The intense pain twisted Rick's handsome face.

"If it hurts that much, just scream." The youth standing nearby felt phantom pain just from hearing it.

"Don't worry about the Machine God Race treating your scream as a Human Race provocation against them."

Though his nose hurt terribly, Rick's mind remained clear. He recalled the Machine God Race's collective consciousness, which only recognized divisions of labor and had no hierarchy, then connected it to Shubie's unusually respectful attitude. He seemed to realize something.

"Let me introduce her. This is Fanlou, creator of the Machine God Race." The youth calmly bestowed the name Fanlou—meaning emptiness—upon the God of Doubt, who had abandoned her original name.

"From now on, she and the Machine God Race will become comrades of the Anti-Arteshu Front, just like the Forest Spirit Race and the Goblin Race, fighting to End the Racial War."

What was the Anti-Arteshu Front? Since when had the Forest Spirit Race and Goblin Race become allies of the Human Race? And what kind of plan was ending the racial war?

Hearing those words, the badly outdated Rick swallowed hard, unable to speak.

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After a series of events, the