Morien's words left the people below exchanging looks, but no one objected.
The cavern was spacious enough to hold nearly all of the settlement's thousand inhabitants, with only a few crowded outside.
Of course, since Morien's imaginary space overlaid reality, whether the venue could accommodate so many people was irrelevant.
They packed tightly around Morien's throne, some standing very, very far from him.
Yet the moment Morien spoke, his voice reached their ears with ease.
Yesterday, Yiwang had already shown them what he had gained.
With that power, the parasitized Yiwang had not only grown considerably stronger, easily moving things that had once required several people to lift, but could also sense spirits and command them to a certain extent.
That already put him on par with the "Werebeasts" among the god-created races.
After all, Werebeasts could not even command spirits, while he could.
With a successful example before them, even the most apprehensive people felt reassured.
No one thought there was anything wrong with losing their identity as "humans."
If changing their name alone could give them the power to stand against other species, free them from living underground, and keep other races from slaughtering them like livestock, they were more than willing to make that change.
At that moment, a boy in the crowd suddenly raised his hand and spoke up, ignoring the others' attempts to dissuade him.
"Mr.—Mr. Morien, I have a question."
Morien raised an eyebrow and looked at him.
"Go ahead."
Morien had already heard the boy's question, leaving the adults beside him unable to intervene further. Nervously, they withdrew the hands they had intended to use to stop him from speaking.
Meeting Morien's gaze, the boy swallowed, but still mustered the courage to ask, "Mr. Morien, after we accept your blessing, if we have