Creator God Tima's Overlord Journey

"What's with this bread?" Aya swallowed as she picked up a piece of soft, fluffy white bread.

"It's made from wheat, using [Holy Fire] and [Time Acceleration]." Preya tilted her head and answered calmly.

"Um, where did the wheat come from?" Wheat was not something that could grow naturally.

"There was a place outside the forest where wheat was growing."

"I don't think it grew there. I think someone planted it..."

"Everything on this land belongs to Mother." Preya looked utterly serious. "Don't worry, Mother. I used shadow clones to harvest it. Not a single bit of information was leaked."

"It's not just a matter of leaking information. Um... sigh, forget it." Aya sighed. In any case, she was no longer human, so laws and such were probably outside her jurisdiction. Or rather, the police were not going to come here and arrest her, right?

Still, by sheer coincidence, she had obtained an important piece of information—there were humans in this world, or at least human villages, or some other race capable of cultivating wheat.

After considering it for a moment, Aya took out something resembling a mirror from her item inventory.

"Preya, tell me the village's coordinates." As Aya spoke, Preya immediately activated magic such as [Scout Camouflage], [Counter-Reconnaissance], and [Information Erasure].

This was far smarter than the AI in the game. Thinking so, Aya looked into the mirror's surface. An image had already appeared: a village, a typical human village, surrounded by wheat fields.

"So humans really do exist. Wait, what's that?" Aya murmured as she pulled back her view, only to discover a cluster of black dots approaching the village.

Readjusting her view, Aya saw it—a werewolf force of at least several hundred, advancing toward the human village in great numbers.

Choice

"What do you intend to do, Mother?"

"What do you think I should do?" Aya calmly asked instead of answering her daughter's question.

Neither Camellia nor Preya was able to answer Aya's question immediately.

"Do you think drawing your sword to help is justice?" Aya posed a second question. By then, the werewolf force had already reached the edge of the village.

"I don't intend to rescue them." Aya voiced her decision, for a very simple reason.

First, they were not worth rescuing.

Second, she had no reason to rescue them.

Having reached that conclusion, Aya felt confused by her own thoughts. Before her eyes was a slaughterous atrocity, yet not a trace of compassion, anger, or urgency—the basic emotions a human ought to possess—arose in her heart.

Because her position had changed. She was no longer human, but the Mother Goddess of Life. She held love and maternal affection for all living things, but that love was equal and rational.

That was right. Humans were living beings, but so were werewolves. Today, werewolves slaughtered humans; tomorrow, perhaps humans would slaughter werewolves; the day after that, humans and demihumans might wage an all-out war.

Was she supposed to intervene and stop all of it?

Regrettably, Aya was still selfish. She loved herself and those around her more than anyone else, and in her eyes at that moment, werewolves and humans were no different.

From the Mother Goddess of Life's perspective, whether one plundered or was plundered was a choice made by life itself.

"Perhaps thoughts like these are nothing more than sophistry meant to cover up my own indifference." Aya shook her head and spoke softly.

Through the spyglass's view, she could clearly see that the slaughter had already begun. The humans had no ability whatsoever to resist the werewolf force.

The werewolves ran through the village, roaring. Every swing of their claws or snap of their fangs sent another villager collapsing into a pool of blood.