Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

"Perhaps the higher-ups knew that all you guys could do was talk? After all, someone has to carry out the orders, and unfortunately, it won't be you."

Uryan sneered, "Maybe they're worried about you people who stop at nothing to explore the mysteries of the world and supernatural phenomena? After all, it seems there are plenty of lunatics in the institute trying to discover the secrets of the gods from the carcasses of Evil Gods, like you who once led the Heavenly Ladder Plan."

The white-coated goblin, holding his cheek, chuckled and barely stood up, "Maybe we just want to chase the ultimate beauty of the world? Honestly, I'm quite envious of you, at least you know nothing."

Uryan spat disdainfully, "What? Like you, kneeling beside the body of an Evil God, begging for the power of a corpse?"

"Not exactly, I might prefer to put that corpse on the operating table and study it thoroughly by slicing it."

The white-coated goblin muttered, picking up his fallen glasses, and continued to himself, "Perhaps in your eyes, we are just a bunch of irresponsible frauds?

After all, as far as I'm concerned, shouting slogans about studying gods for the benefit of all goblins and the continent, but actually just using the wealth of society to satisfy my own greedy desire for knowledge, satisfying my joy for the mysterious universe and the beauty of truth."

He wiped his dusty glasses with his white coat and put them on; the dying light of the sun reflected in his lenses, obscuring the look in his eyes behind them.

"What, you aren't thinking of begging Kael to save you now?" Uryan said sarcastically.

The white-coated goblin pushed his glasses up, twisting his face into a distorted smile, "No, I just realized I made a foolish and ineffective move, neglecting the most important point.

Uryan, I thought you were on our side, but now it seems that even you can be blinded by the power of the Chosen, you are not a suitable candidate."

"Ah, right, right," Uryan, still furious, his face fierce, "Yes, I was terrified. When I faced that Chosen, I knew I no longer had the power to resist Him.

But what does it matter? Kael is different, he is strong enough, he hasn't reached his limit yet, he's never met that guy; he has a better chance of surviving than any of you.

I originally thought his escapist mindset would weaken his courage in battle, but now it seems, that's actually a good thing. He can at least think calmly now, instead of being swept away by the fervor of war, losing his cool as a decision-maker."

"So, you're trying to stop me?" the white-coated goblin spread his hands.

"No, I'm a soldier, but if you think getting me to reason with that boy will help, I'm sorry, it would backfire."

Upon hearing Uryan's words, the white-coated goblin laughed, "As long as you are not stopping me, that's enough."

That night, dusk fell, and all was silent.

After venting his anger by the seashore, Kael entered the base with heavy steps.

As he passed the alley at the entrance to Wandong City, he paused for a moment, then turned and walked into the silent alley.

In the darkness, he again met a pair of listless eyes.

"Didn't I tell you it would be safer at home?" Kael's look turned slightly cold.

The human girl Mira by the trash can involuntarily shivered and muttered with her head buried, "There's no home left."

"…"

"He~He doesn't want me anymore." The little girl, somewhat calmer, was silent for a moment, her voice distorted with sobs.

Kael smelled a strange odor; his expression grew even more solemn, "That's not true, any child still alive today has been deeply loved."

"In the bus coming back from the West Coast, I didn't see my dad." The little girl struggled to blow her nose, but her eyes were still swollen.

Kael was startled, his mind went blank for a moment, vaguely recalling someone in that subdued meeting room saying, "The worm tide two days ago killed many brothers on the West Coast," thinking of the sparsely populated convoy that returned.

He found his words somewhat pale, shaking his head, "Maybe he went to save the world, you keep crying, and he won't be able to protect everyone peacefully."

"He's dead!"

"...Yes, he's dead." Kael's voice grew deeper, "The one who killed him was the 'god', remember this word, it's the monster that brought doom and took your father."

"Monster~?"

Kael's eyes hinted coldness as he let his thin lashes droop, "Yes, monster. They like to dominate the minds of cowards, making them beg for mercy without thinking of anything else.

Sometimes they play with their prey like a satiated cat toys with a mouse, giving it hope, then slowly taking away its life."

The fear intensified in Mira's eyes, she incredulously asked, "Why~Why are they so cruel?"

"Because that's their way of life, to gain power, they inject a poison called the Power of Faith into living beings, letting it spread through the blood, penetrating deep into the brain."

Kael recalled the research results of a fellow Necromancer who was killed by the Chosen for blaspheming the gods.

Kael enunciated very clearly, murmuring, "After the god inhabits, the 'poison' known as the Power of Faith will materialize, spreading throughout the body.