· The Wisdom of the Weak

"Of course, I came to welcome Lord Artosh, the God of War, to the kingdom of the Human Race."

Blank looked at Artosh, who was staring at him expressionlessly, and smiled lightly. He casually pointed at Elchea, the capital of the Human Race kingdom, behind him. After all, he really had no other motive in coming to welcome Artosh this time. The main reason was simply to take advantage of Artosh's arrival to sneak out of the palace.

After all, Blank had no confidence that, under Shiro's top-tier intellect and stern gaze, she wouldn't see through the fact that he had secretly gone off to play around with the big sisters of the Seadrinkers and Dhampir. As for what Lu Qiming had said about keeping Artosh in the Human Race for the time being—

Blank felt that posed no difficulty at all. He could even thump his chest and guarantee that it was already done. From this brief time together and the information recorded in past materials, Blank had almost completely grasped Artosh's personality.

This was an absolute powerhouse. But precisely because he was a powerhouse, he hungered for powers he did not understand. And that power was the "wisdom" unique to the weak, the survival "wisdom" tempered through countless hardships. It was not something Artosh, who embodied the concept of "the strongest," could easily understand.

After all, Artosh had been born as the concept of "the strongest." How could he possibly know the suffering of barely surviving no matter how desperately one struggled, or the abyss-like despair of a single wrong step? Yet all of that was something the Human Race had personally experienced—and survived.

"You invite me? As King of the Human Race, you dare invite me, your enemy?"

Artosh looked at Blank's calm face, and a trace