"Haha, I told you before, you're just making things difficult for yourself by putting yourself on a pedestal..."

The woman laughed happily, as if a close friend were saying, "I told you this skill was unreliable, now you'll have to reset your skill points, won't you?" She said in a very casual tone, "What 'cannot absorb human mana'? It really is meaningless, isn't it?"

Yinla could only sigh... If Yuther were still alive, this restriction would have worked, preventing people in the country from fantasizing about "ruling humanity" or "unifying the world."

That would also prevent the rulers from being feared by humans.

No, I can't think about this now. It's too unfair to Isabella... I really want to know how Uther's father, Vortigern, raised him. If only Vortigern were alive.

"Yes, I still have to..."

As Yinla said this, he originally wanted to say that they should "go on a killing spree among humans," but that sounded a bit too brutal, so he continued, "We should treat all races equally."

Yes, that's a much more elegant way to put it, and Yimra wasn't lying, after all, she really did kill them all equally.

However, this self-proclaimed "god" is indeed a "god," even one who forced all the gods to sacrifice themselves to seal her "chaos," and she made no attempt to make things difficult for Yinla.

"It's very simple. Just add the human-related string to the end of the substring on the seventh line of the 150th page of the link page containing the third character of the 34th line of the world incantation on your neck."

The woman, speaking simply, ran her slender fingers along Yinla's neck. She said lightly, "You carved all the incantations yourself before, so carving them again this time should be a piece of cake, right? Or do you want me to do it for you this time?"

Admittedly, although the other party's identity is extremely dangerous, their attitude towards me has been very good since our first meeting, and they have even been fulfilling their duties as a "golden finger".

"No need, I'll do it myself this time."

As before, Yinla said this, watching the woman reach out and draw blue lines in the air with her finger, watching the complex characters hovering in the air, which he quickly memorized.

While memorizing the long and complex world incantation, Yinla casually remarked, "Line 34, the third character connects to page 150... is it about identifying and capturing different races of Mana?"

Upon hearing Yinla's words, the woman paused for a moment, then seemed to remember something. She stopped writing in the air and said, "Right, then you don't need to write so much... Just remember these, and you can copy the rest from the strings above."

Yinla nodded, indicating that he had memorized it. He took a sip of cola and said, "The part you've written down now is the human part, right? Now the incantation under this link page will encompass all the races in the world."

The woman nodded in agreement with Yinla's words. She said casually, "Yes, elements, monsters, orcs, humans... even gods are included."

The woman, who spoke of "gods" in a nonchalant manner, rested her chin on her hand and looked at Yinla. She seemed to have noticed something and said, "But, haven't you already experienced your first wing transformation? How did it feel?"

I could tell... alienation.

"I'm not sure if it's because of something special about me, or if you did something to me..."

As Yinla said this, he touched his neck and said, "The mutated Mana did not develop an independent consciousness. Instead, the soul of the mutated Mana's owner was residing in my body, and I can now use that person's special power."

"..."

"Um……"

The woman hesitated, pondering how to explain to Yinla, but ultimately said nothing, only chuckling softly, "Just consider it your special status; after all, it's a manifestation of [inherited] power."

Yinla: ? ? ?

Such a riddle-like statement, with its incoherent and illogical points, truly baffled Yinla.

The woman didn't seem to have any particular intention to explain. She held up one finger and said, "See, see, being a consul is a very gentle profession, isn't it?"

(The fallen monster: Yes, yes, yes! You're absolutely right!)

"..."

Seeing that Yinla clearly had a "I don't think so" expression, the woman explained slowly: "Generally speaking, when a person is killed, it means the end of his life... but being killed by the governor is different."

Yinla roughly understood what the other party meant, but he still shook his head and sighed, saying, "Your words are similar to Faviginho's, but... is transforming into the power of the consul really a good thing? Do they really want it?"

In response to Yinla's rebuttal, the woman shrugged indifferently and said jokingly, "Never mind whether you're willing or not, just tell me if it can be considered as 'inheriting' the other person's power?"

If you insist on interpreting it this way, then yes, it's still acceptable.

"That's right."

As if she had read Yinla's mind, the woman who stood up massaged Yinla's shoulders from behind. She leaned close to Yinla's ear and said, "Just like Hope Dragon, it eats others as super-material to keep them shining and radiating heat."

"..."

In the silence, Yinla glanced at the woman. He couldn't understand how many details she had seen in his memories... but he really felt comfortable talking to this woman.

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