Einzbern's Human Instrumentality.

Only Cronie, Riku's sister, who was in charge of all sorts of miscellaneous affairs in the village and was essentially the head steward, kindly arranged accommodation for Iori and provided her with some food and daily necessities.

This woman was quite observant and noticed that Riku wanted to be alone with Iori, so she pulled Ginny was trying to disguise herself as a human, away.

—Thank God, Miss Mori originally wanted to find an opportunity to return to her clan, but after witnessing Iori's manipulation of time, she completely lost hope and is just waiting for Iori to have mercy and release her one day.

Yes, Ms. Forest Spirit Race wasn't grateful at all for being saved by Iori, just as Iori didn't really care about her.

However, Jinna's mental defenses couldn't withstand the repeated collapses, and she gradually became dependent on Iori. Now, even if she were to leave, she probably wouldn't be able to shake him off.

"... It's unbelievable. Lord Aizen, the New World you described actually has such an advanced human civilization?"

"Just call me Iori."

Inside a cave, Riku and Schwi are listening to Iori recount stories of New World.

"Do the sun and stars really exist?"

"It exists."

Iori took out a small Projection from her personal space, and the soft light projected a three-dimensional model of the Solar System. Then she zoomed out, and constellations and nebulae swept by, finally showing the slowly rotating Milky Way Galaxy.

"There are too many to count!"

"It's true..."

Riku murmured, Schwi concern, while Riku was lost in thought.

"A meteor shower like falling torches, a frozen continent, endless grasslands, forests like oceans... they actually exist... Hehe... Hmm!"

Tears welled up in the boy's eyes, but he was still smiling.

"They didn't lie... they didn't lie... the world wasn't always like this, and one day we'll see blue skies again..."

Humans are a species with a lifespan of only a hundred years, and the average lifespan in this world is only in the teens or twenties, with very few living to forty. Therefore, from the moment we are born, the world we see presents a despairing picture.

The sun, the moon, and the stars are just imaginations existing only in beautiful stories passed down by word of mouth. No one has ever actually seen them, and gradually everyone has begun to think that they are just fictional things.

Upon hearing the definitive answer, Riku was so excited that he couldn't speak for a moment.

Would you like to see it?

"Of course! But..."

Riku smiled dejectedly, "This world is nothing but earth covered in black ash and a blood-red sky."

"Indeed, it's a terrible world."

Iori looked out from the cave entrance and thought, "This situation is only a step away from destruction. It's a miracle that this planet has survived this long..."

Disboard —this planet is ridiculously hard!

Considering that the Star Grail is set at the center of the entire universe, Disboard is no ordinary planet; its status is equivalent to Earth in a geocentric model. Therefore, its extraordinary strength can be explained.

"I still can't quite believe it."

Riku looked at his bandaged hands, lost in thought.

"In this New World, there are humans who can use True Magic, and there are even guys who can fight against those monster races... As for us, let alone the superior races, we would be easily killed if we even saw Vampire Race or Orc Race."

"It's just a difference in circumstances."

Iori said softly, "You're just unlucky, but it's not your fault."

Iori calmly commented, "In this unreasonable world, it's already remarkable that you've survived."

"Hehe..."

Riku gave a fake smile. "Maybe so."

"Heaven helps those who help themselves; your perseverance until now has not been in vain."

Life is a painful journey; all that you have accumulated in the past will become both a burden and a help.

"Assistance?"

"I."

Iori said bluntly and without any modesty, "To be honest, I admire people with strong will. Your struggles and perseverance have shown me the most shining part of humanity—it is only right to lend a helping hand to such people."

The brave deserve to be rewarded!

Furthermore, Iori really hates those self-righteous aliens who ruin the environment.

"...Thanks."

Riku was silent for a moment, "But how will we survive in New World? I hope everyone can adapt to the environment and not suffer from acclimatization problems."

"When I said I'd lend a helping hand, I didn't mean I'd take you on an immigration trip."

Iori pointed downwards. "Right here, in your homeland, begin building a nation and even an entire continent that belongs to humanity."

Is it right here?

Riku hesitated. "Even if I could borrow your power... it would be meaningless if humanity couldn't survive independently. The wars in this world will never end, and without True Magic, I'm at a huge disadvantage against other races. I can't stay in the paradise you created forever..."

Iori nodded, agreeing with Riku's opinion and admiring his sense of responsibility. He didn't blindly cling to anyone who came along, nor did he entrust his safety to others—even though this person seemed very reliable.

Based on Iori's understanding of this world over the past few days, and the information she obtained from [Heavenly Wisdom], there is only one conclusion that can be drawn:

There is no set of Rules in this world suitable for human development!

It's not that humans don't try, it's that they were never even on the table in the first place!

Humans were originally destined to be gradually eliminated, just like various animals that went extinct one after another, but they persevered in adversity and continued to spread the flame in such a harsh world.

This is truly remarkable; even Iori holds it in high regard.

"But haven't you still managed to survive until now? There will be many changes in the future, and you need to learn to adapt."

Iori said thoughtfully, "I want to know what you are good at, only then can I decide how you should develop in the future."

"Skilled at? Maybe only... hiding."

Riku clenched his fist. "Erasing ourselves, barely surviving in a corner where no one notices us—that's how we survive."

"Riku?"

The Machine Beast Race girl reached out her small hand and tugged at Riku's clothes.

"Schwi..."

The boy wore an indescribably complex expression. "We humans can only hide like rats. We are beings that cannot be exposed to the light. If we are discovered, we will be easily eliminated by those monsters... If you ask me what humans are best at, this is the first thing that comes to my mind."

"This is such a heavy question."

Iori shook her head. "The civilization has been interrupted, and it's difficult to start developing from scratch... Let's cheat a little."

"Cheating?"

"Would you be willing to be my guinea pig? If you succeed, you can use True Magic, even if you are a human with no talent."

Iori smiled and asked, "However, I need a sample of a local person to collect data."

"Experimental subject... Riku, no."

"No, Schwi, Iori wouldn't hurt me on purpose."

Riku raised his head and looked directly at Iori: "As the leader, it is only right that I be the first to accept help."

"Help me... Don't worry, I'll be very gentle."

Iori thought for a moment and said, "It might hurt a little, just bear with it."

After saying that, a Golden Cup, thirty centimeters tall, slid out from the spatial rift and landed on Iori.

Riku and Schwi's eyes were immediately drawn. "Another item not in the database... What is this?"

"The Omnipotent Ass Blaster that can grant any wish—it can give you an immortal life."

Seeing the solemn expressions on their faces, Iori smiled slightly.

The Third Magic was easy for him now, since it was just the soul of an ordinary human, and the magic power it consumed was less than one percent of Iori's.

In fact, Iori has now transcended the original scope of "Heaven's Feel" and is fully capable of fulfilling the Einzbern's long-cherished wish— to Salvation of all humanity.

Transforming billions of people is too much trouble, so let's start with these few hundred refugees for now.

What? Why do we need to retrieve the Holy Grail?

Do you even understand the concept of ritual?

Iori scooped a handful of water from the bucket in the room and poured it into the Golden Cup, where it turned crimson like blood.

"Come, Riku, drink it and accept your fate!"

Chapter 542 The Human Completion of Einzbern

"... Is this the underground city of the [Goblin Race]?"

The buildings, constructed from various metals and rocks and bearing a strong racial style, have been largely swallowed by the dark earth, but traces of their former glory can still be seen.

"As expected of the servant of the God of Blacksmithing."

Riku laughed sarcastically, "In a world of death, can such a spectacle still be created?"

The Goblin Race is the servant of Okain, the God of Blacksmithing. They are not flesh-and-blood beings in the traditional sense. Their body parts are composed of various extremely rare gems and minerals. They are highly adaptable to "elves," or rather, too highly adaptable... like a cannonball with an overload of propellant, it will explode once fired, so they cannot use True Magic directly.

But they are skillful and have been given the talent of forging all things by the main god, so they are very good at making all kinds of True Magic weapons and props, from a lamp or a watch to a warship or a city.

Yes, it is quite obvious that they are a race created based on the prototypes of "dwarves" and "gnomes".

It is worth mentioning that although there is a huge disparity in strength among the fifteen races in this world, most of the superior races have not built up the size of a "nation" in terms of population, nor do they have any demands for territory.

For example, the largest group of Dragon Race consists of only about seven or eight dragons.

The Flügel are relatively numerous, but only one Floating City (the Abont the Fantasy Race) is needed.

Therefore, the real players in the battle for supremacy are actually the Lesser Races with the largest populations. Among them, the Forest Spirit Race, as professional players with MAX True Magic talent, naturally occupy a large territory, while the Goblin Race are surprisingly the second most expensive spenders after the Long-Eared Goblins.

Looking at the data alone, the Forest Spirit Race are undoubtedly the top of the Lesser Races, but in reality, they can't beat these miners...

The reason is simple: Goblin Race excel at group cooperation. They can even turn an entire mountain into a factory and Flowing Water- produce warships. Essentially, they already have an Industrial Age organizational model. On the other hand, Forest Spirit Race still have Feudal Lord System, which leads to severe internal competition.

The areas where these two races live are generally the largest and have the best conditions.

—The races that participated in the Great War, while not caring at all about how this planet had become Hell, seemed to care a great deal about their living environment.

Forest Spirit Race use True Magic to create isolated "oases" that are like fairylands, with clean air and water, and even various wild animals.

Goblin Race, on the other hand, prefer to build cities along mineral veins. Once a region is hollowed out, they simply move on. Their habitat is filled with gems rich in elven resources, and they don't care about water or air—they don't depend on these things.

"Wow, it's huge... I've always come in through the sewers or vents before, this is the first time I've come in through the main entrance."

As Riku walked on, he tried to use the magic to light up the streetlights on both sides. The various colored crystals lit up one after another, adding a touch of brilliance to this long-dormant city.

"This place is already so magnificent. It's hard to imagine what a city that hasn't been abandoned must be like... Compared to the Goblin Race, the Forest Spirit Race's cities seem to be more beautiful."

Riku encountered a large door and stopped Schwi from helping him. He took a deep breath and stretched out his hands, slowly and carefully increasing the force until he exceeded a certain threshold. This extremely heavy iron door, which would have required at least dozens of people to push, was opened by him all by himself!

Unbelievable— Jinna, the Forest Spirit Race lagging behind, stared wide-eyed. Riku's performance along the way had left her speechless, completely overturning her long-held beliefs.

A wild monkey that knew absolutely no True Magic could walk across the wilderness in just one day, ignoring the attacks of Reigai. It could learn magical techniques with just a few pointers, and its physical abilities had improved to a level comparable to that of a pure-blooded orc...

This is outrageous!

You have to understand that racial talent is racial talent. In theory, it cannot be improved by means of artificial means, let alone this kind of transformative level - it is no exaggeration to call it a miracle, right?

It seems he really is God of Humanity — Jinna trembled even more.

Her fears were justified, because the relationship between Forest Spirit Race and humans was not good, and could even be described as extremely hostile.

The legendary Elven Re-Estize Kingdom Elvengarde is a paradise in the eyes of humans. Furthermore, the Forest Spirit Race society is semi-feudal and semi-slave, with a tradition of capturing lower races as servants. Therefore, many humans, despairing of the future, are even willing to become slaves.

Unfortunately, given human lifespan and physical condition, humans are considered the lowest class of slaves by the Forest Spirit Race. Their treatment is not as good as one might imagine, and it is common for them to be killed at will or used as experimental subjects.

Furthermore, they would limit the number of slaves, just like raising livestock, controlling their breeding, setting lifespans, and categorizing them according to their purpose... If there were enough slaves, they would simply kill any wild humans they encountered.

After all, clean food and water are the most precious things in the world. The entire Forest Spirit Race is extremely shrewd and Mind's Eye, and it is impossible for them to provide these resources to objects of no value.

If the slaves they treated like this were to rise up, what would await the Forest Spirit Race?

The thought of this made Jinna sigh, but thankfully they also had their own main god to serve. In Jinna's opinion, even if Iori was a newly born Old Deus, he could not possibly be able to defeat "Forest God Kainas".

Of course, it would be best to avoid war if possible, since they were already struggling to deal with the Goblin Race invasion.

It would be even better if we could form a united front with humans, because humans clearly yearn for the living environment of the Forest Spirit Race. Compared to the Goblin Race who live with fire and stone, the Forest Spirit Race would offer more leverage.