Chapter 225: Hot Pot and Singing (1/2)

Several wood elves were investigating the battlegrounds between the devil and the Players.

“It stinks of sulfur, and there is faint hell scent latching on to nearby plans. Has the Moon Keeper reached the seal? What did he say?” A green-haired wood elf asked the wood elf in charge of keeping in touch with other elves after he was done combing through a section of the battlegrounds.

The wood elf, one who received an Iris Macaw that landed on his shoulder, listened to its report and replied. “The cave leading to the arcanum where the devil was sealed had collapsed, but from the looks of the runestones around it, the seal was definitely broken.”

“So those humans weren’t lying. They really did fight the escaped devil…” The green-haired elf muttered with a frown.

“That much is obvious from this scene alone.” Another wood elf was shrugging.

Indeed, there was now a vast clearing in the middle of the forests, with every tree around being uprooted or smashed by an enormous force. Looking from high above, it looked just like the bald spot over a person’s head despite having overgrown hair.

It was not hard to notice from various traces in the clearing of how horrific a battle had been waged here.

The only thing that left the wood elves puzzled was why there wasn’t a single body or drop of blood despite said horrific battle.

“The last time I left Trinia was around three hundred years ago. Humans only used crude weapons and barely-working magics or sacred arts back then…”

The green-haired elf was sighing heavily in disbelief. “Three-hundred years. They have progressed so formidably…”

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The truth was that the development of all sciences was slower in worlds governed by religion.

Not only did the humans see no revolutionary change in weaponry in the past three hundred years—they were all still relying on cold weapons.

Certainly, sacred arts and magics improved with the progression of eras and that influential churches with stronger gods had grasp miraculous sacred arts. However, there regrettably wasn’t any transcendent development or change.

“That being said, those humans are heroes. They saved us from the devil’s onslaught and even brought Selene back to the capital.” The shrugging elf replied. “Whatever others may think, I myself wouldn’t belittle them.”

“Heroes, huh? To think that the day would come for me to consider them heroes of our kind…”

The green-haired elf had a troubled look.

Three hundred years ago, he had disguised himself as a human and experienced the mundaneness of their society.

It wasn’t as if he discriminated against all humans, but he did truly see the base vileness in humans in his time amongst them. They would choose to benefit only themselves whenever their kind had to make a choice, without any regard if their choice would hurt or even kill others.

But it wasn’t some rare phenomenon—even in isekais, the doctrine of self-centeredness was very much carved into every living creature’s DNA. Selfless creatures never survive, let alone form tribes or society.

Even the wood elves, who valued every member of their own species were a race possessing refined self-centered nature. The only difference was that they were closer to true social insects like bees and ants, and their ‘self’ mostly refers to their tribe and not themselves as individuals.