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

"We're merely shifting from one kingdom to another, and while we may weaken, the legacy continues. But now, if Wandong City falls too, then there will no longer be a true inheritor of the goblin will in this world."

"All I know is that the gods don't wish for goblins to exist. No matter that we can laugh and talk here, no matter that we still maintain the appearance of goblins, when our end is predetermined."

"...Just hold on to the past."

The goblin in the white lab coat looked at his hurrying colleague and smiled gently, "If someday the sun shines everywhere and the path is filled with flowers, then those walking in this world will no longer be us."

"That's not true," Kael said firmly, raising his head. "Goblins will survive."

"Hahaha, which is why I say that Uryan, that crude guy, understands nothing... Does surviving really matter? Can living like a corpse really be considered living?"

"You, and those Rangers, or even that Sword Maniac who has become one of the Chosen, should understand our situation..."

Tears streamed down the face of the goblin in the white lab coat as he laughed, "This is the wonder of life, isn't it? Uryan from the war faction wants to leave a spark of hope for the remaining people, while you, from the evasion faction, are willing to accept our conditions.

"Is it to save your companions? Ah, the wonder of human hearts!"

Kael spoke indifferently, "The war has been going on for many years."

"It should be said that it ended many years ago, or else why would Wandong City have become a part of historical echoes?"

"..."

"It's strange, isn't it?" Dr. Osborne said with what could only be described as a gentle smile on his face.

"I am indeed a bit surprised. Logically speaking, under the control of world consciousness, you shouldn't have realized this," Kael sighed.

Certainly, as he suspected, the things Uryan said earlier had sounded very strange to him.

Now Dr. Osborne had confirmed it... That is, the higher-ups of Wandong City had long realized that they had become a part of the Dungeon.

"So how did you find out?" Kael was curious.

He had never heard of residents in historical echo type Dungeons being aware that they were merely historical reflections, rather than actual existing beings.

In fact, often when players burst into such Dungeons and tell the residents:

"Hey, actually, you're already dead in history. What you see as living now is just a counterfeit generated by the historical echo type Dungeon!"

In most cases, not many Dungeon natives would believe it.

After all, just think about it.

If you live your whole life in a big city without really going out and then one day, suddenly someone comes up and earnestly tells you:

"Hey, little brother, actually, you are already dead. You only seem alive because a god has recreated you and put you back into this metropolis.

Trust me, venmo me 50, and I'll help you escape from God's cage!"

At this point, excluding melodramatic teenagers, most people would simply think the speaker is insane, rather than truly believing they've kicked the bucket already.

Let alone Wandong City which is trapped in a cage surrounded by the armies of several nations.

Kael looked at Dr. Osborne, frowned, and said, "Since you've known for so long and yet did not act, what are you waiting for?"

"It's not that we aren't acting, but that acting is futile... If you had not regained your memories and we couldn't have your cooperation, then following the predetermined history, no matter how many methods we exhaust..."

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"In the end, what awaited us was still the doom of destruction."

"So by that logic, have we actually become your saviors? Should I feel honored?" Kael said.

Dr. Osborne did not answer Kael, but kept walking forward.

"Here we are," Dr. Osborne said, a proud look crossing his weary face, "Come and see the greatest masterpiece of our years."

Seeing Kael approach the huge glass container, everyone's gaze focused on him.

From their faces, Kael read a single phrase: Finally, someone useful has come, just fucking end it already!

He glanced over and froze, unable to suppress the emotions that contorted his face.

"What the fuck is this thing!"

Seeing the creature suspended in the glass container with its twisted tendrils... On that being, he could feel his own essence.

Even the usually silent Aister peeked out through the gaps in Kael's clothes, curiously observing the living tissue.

"Does that thing look quite tasty?" it thought.

As for Kael, he was shocked to his core, as he recognized what it was.

He pointed at the thing, trembling, and said, "Don't tell me, this is what you've made from the flesh and blood of that Evil God you killed back then?"

The individual in the white coat leaned in close to Kael and said, "Doesn't it look quite nice? That carcass is in some ways even more miraculous than nanomaterials, though it's a pity it's alive, not everyone can tame it."

"I know," Kael replied angrily.

He knew, of course, he knew.

In the gates of the Netherworld, there were two things that had what could be called a broad "universality," one was Dragons, whose bodies had too many parts that could be used as materials for various mystical systems.

Every year, dozens of new applications for Dragon materials would emerge, sustaining a vast number of Mages, Pharmacists, and Alchemists.

The other was something even more advanced as a substitute for Dragon materials... Divine Bodies.

Divine Blood, Divine Flesh, Divine Fire, Divine Power, Divinity...

If it weren't for the deities holding an edge in power, by now they'd likely have been devoured to the point of needing to be farmed by the avaricious lives.

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"Your Heavenly Ladder Plan was all for creating this thing? No wonder those divine creatures wanted to kill you guys, you were digging at their very foundations!"

Kael had seen that mass of flesh before...

It was probably around version 7.0 of the game when a type of Special Equipment called the "Godslayer Artifact" appeared on the main roads.

These pieces of equipment existed in the form of flesh at the beginning, and once they merged with someone's bloodline, they could freely transform into a piece of equipment of a specific type.

These Cthulhu-esque equipments had only one purpose, to merge with the flesh or even the essence of certain deities, drag deities unyielding to death out of the river of fate, and permanently annihilate them...

In the end, all that belonged to the deity would be absorbed by the "Godslayer Artifact," allowing the weapon to replace the deity and wield the power of the rules.

Of course, before it had successfully absorbed the powers of a deity, it was, at best, just a piece of excellent equipment.

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