Wu Pifu was deeply moved.
The Child of White was definitely nonhuman. There was no doubt about it. Wu Pifu could not possibly misjudge a nonhuman.
No matter how morally coercive its theories sounded, at their root, they were no different from slave owners saying, "If there were no slaves, wouldn't we slave owners be unable to survive?" Or capitalists saying, "If we don't exploit workers, won't we capitalists starve to death?"
The words of a nonhuman were meaningless—nothing more than a trick imitating human behavior. Wu Pifu had never believed it from the start. His earlier response had been nothing more than the sort of roar one gave before a fight.
But the Simulated Adam spawned from this nonhuman actually possessed Adam's thoughts and feelings. Even at the very end, he had truly gone to the utmost lengths for the humans of this world?
Could a nonhuman give birth to a human?
The answer was yes!
Because humans and nonhumans were not determined by bloodline, nor by the kind of life they were, but by what they did!
"...That was a truly satisfying battle."
Wu Pifu rose from the Throne of Heroes, sighed again, then said bluntly, "All right, the mission is complete. Now it's time to give me my reward."
The next second, a brilliant light appeared out of thin air. The light gradually condensed and purified, becoming a metal cup slightly larger than a fist. It was neither gold, silver, bronze, nor iron; neither wood, bamboo, jade, nor porcelain. It felt warm and comfortable in his hand.
"So this is the Holy Grail?" Wu Pifu murmured, holding the cup.
"Determining..."
At that moment, the Main Brain's voice suddenly rang out.
Throughout this journey, the Main Brain had remained completely hidden. Or rather, in accordance with its agreement