The Lord of Glory paid no heed to Sui Xiong's suspicious gaze and continued, "Before this, I had always been immersed in humanity's brilliance. That brilliance was simply too dazzling; it made me lose myself within it, unable to awaken for a long, long time. I even found within that brilliance a path to so-called 'great divine power,' and used humanity's brilliance to push myself into that realm—truly, it was a great risk. Under normal circumstances, with my usual intelligence, I would never have done such a thing. Yet I did it then. It was clear that I had been completely bewitched by that brilliance."
"That truly was risky. Using a race's fortune to break through could very easily drain it too severely, causing the race itself to decline," Sui Xiong said. "Even if it does not decline, it will still have to repay an enormous debt. It is hard to say whether the gains outweigh the losses."
"Fortune? An interesting word. Is it derived from luck? You are right. That is why, although the elves too were once glorious, they would rather have their entire pantheon lead the elite of their race in a great migration to seek hope in a new world than take this path." The Lord of Glory shook his head. "They did succeed, but they left behind a great many old, weak, sick, and crippled people. That sort of success had no meaning at all!"
"Oh? The Elf Pantheon's great migration... succeeded?"
"Yes, they succeeded. It was merely that the brand-new world could not yet accommodate overly powerful forces, so they left behind their bodies and the power that exceeded its limits. Using that power, they forcibly raised the God of Magic and Arts to the realm of powerful divine power, then fabricated the lie