Amu Lulu raised her head and looked at the pitch-black rocky dome, her cheeks suddenly flushing crimson with embarrassment. "Heehee, if I'm looking for a man, then he must be a human king with pure bloodline, immense power, peerless wisdom and valor, decisive judgment, a heart hard as iron, and merciless hands! Ah, to have his strong body violently and savagely conquer me—just thinking about it, really, really makes me feel like I'm about to suffocate."
Solder's face darkened. Since the ancient divine war, over countless years, beings like Solder who called themselves gods had long grown accustomed to thinking of themselves as supreme rulers, while humans were merely lowly believers. To suddenly hear Amu Lulu's longing for powerful human men—or rather, her utterly lovestruck daydream—how could Solder possibly accept it?
Of course he remembered what the so-called divine clans' lives had once been like. Of course he remembered those terrifying, sunless, miserable days. He remembered how, back then, the finest and most beautiful girls of every race had only one dream: to catch the eye of some powerful human, even if they had to shamelessly climb into his bed. Then, like a sparrow flying onto a parasol tree, they could become a golden phoenix overnight, changing the fate of their entire family—even their entire race!
Amu Lulu's current behavior was precisely the most standard reaction of girls from every race under humanity's cruel, harsh, bloody, and dark rule. But Solder dearly wanted to remind Amu Lulu that humans now were no longer that terrifying existence which had conquered most of the universe and trampled countless races across billions of galaxies beneath its feet, treating them like fish on the chopping block.
Humans now, under the guidance of the gods, had already become a flock of docile lambs!
But Solder