Of course I was here to beg for food.
Otherwise, could I be here looking for a wife?
"I'm from the countryside."
"The blacksmith Wang at the village entrance told me I could make big money at Pier Point and marry a fine wife."
Russell imitated Skadi, putting on the simple, honest expression of a pipe repairman.
This time, it was not just the small girl. Even the others could not help looking up at him, their expressions caught somewhere between speech and silence.
The Imbibitor Lunae clan—the descendants of the Star God and dragons.
When it came to dragons, there was only one thing that needed mentioning. In his final days, the meaning he sought was existence—not Aha's existentialism, but existence encompassing, yet not limited to, Paths such as Elation, Equilibrium, Order, Preservation, Voracity, and more.
One could imagine that, had he succeeded, only two Star Gods would have remained in the world.
Existence—the Dragon, and Nihility—IX.
All the other irrelevant figures would have been devoured as their concepts were overwritten by existence.
Unfortunately, the Immortal God died while seeking the meaning of existence.
So not only did these little dragon people fail to become the universe's Celestial Dragons, they were driven out by the consciousness of their homeland, Tanghai. Then they were beaten into disarray by the Abundance people's human-wave tactics and nearly turned straight into Abundance fermented tofu.
Still, that was nothing shameful. Countless races had been turned into fermented tofu by the Abundance people. If that bastard of Propagation had not stripped the concept of propagation from Immortality, leaving the Imbibitor Lunae clan unable to reproduce, they clearly would not have been beaten so miserably. They might even have given the Abundance people a proper thrashing instead.
Among the races of Star Rail, the Imbibitor Lunae