Ye Qiyan did not tell it this truth, much less try to deny its pride.
Thinking about it carefully, if he had once been a member of any of these three races, how could he not have taken pride in his race's might?
Gold, silver, bronze.
Among these three races, even the most ordinary child born of the most ordinary bloodline possessed resources that other races could scarcely imagine.
That was why they had developed such absolute perfection, absolute flaws, and absolute Glory.
The Bronze Race's Glory lay in following the Golden Race.
They differed from the Silver Race. Though they were lower-ranking half-bloods descended from it, they were closer to the Golden Race instead.
Through the words of this Echo of Belief, Ye Qiyan seemed to glimpse an immensely powerful race.
One that spanned all the known worlds of the Wasteland, and was still spreading its race's beliefs to more places across the boundless Wasteland.
Through their race's excellence, they inspired more races to imitate them, become them, and gradually continue interbreeding.
The Bronze Race was the most numerous of the three races.
Children born from unions between the Bronze Race and other races would, through the harmonization of genes and bloodlines, bring the proportion of Golden Race ancestry in their blood to its limit of 55.5%.
They regarded that figure of 55.5% as a blessing.
Imitating the Golden Race's 777 and the Silver Race's 666, they made 555 the Bronze Race's sacred number.
The Golden Race and Silver Race had never disdained them for their bloodline. In fact, many members of the Bronze Race could participate in the Golden Race Glory Competition once their strength reached a certain level, and the winners would likewise receive congratulations from everyone in all three races, along with the Glory Laurel Wreath