Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

"...Brother, I think the Dark Gods may not be as dark as you say."

Looking at the confused boy in front of him, Ulfric, the monster hunter of Demon Peak, felt that his courage was not as strong as he imagined.

He was even frightened by the world described by the boy.

Ulfric really couldn't figure out why a person could be so cruel.

Although the wind and snow in the unknown uninhabited area outside the house were dangerous, Ulfric felt that the boy in front of him was more dangerous.

The suggestions he put forward were simply cruel and terrifying that could not be imagined in the deepest nightmare.

At least the Dark Gods seemed a little human, and what this young man said was not something that humans could do at all.

"First of all, brother, the Dark Gods desire something more valuable, well, such as completing some greater challenges, and then doing things that ordinary people can't do."

Ulfric sat in a chair and weighed his words, trying to make his words more rational.

It is ridiculous to ask a Norseman who lives on plunder to talk about rationality, but Ulfric is trying to do so to maintain the stability and rationality that should exist in this world.

At least what this teenager proposed is definitely not okay.

"As for the so-called fully automatic merit sacrifice factory you mentioned, I think the gods may really not like it."

"But didn't you say that as long as the conditions are met, the gods will bless them?"

The young man who was politely imprisoned in the fur cabin showed a confused expression and asked in confusion:

"So what's the problem with the factory?

Even humans can be replaced by other intelligent creatures, right?

Humans remain pure, and all alien races are thrown into the dark factory. Isn't this a good result?"

"Well, how to say..."

Ulfric scratched his scalp and racked his brains, trying to find a point that could refute the boy's argument from his poor knowledge.

"I really don't think a centralized factory that puts ratmen or something in a narrow box, breeds them with the blessing of the loving father, then uses the blessing of Slaanesh to spray pesticides for entertainment, manages and processes them in the way of the condor, and finally cuts off their heads before dying in the way of the blood god can get the blessing of the dark gods..."

"But the utilization rate is very high."

The boy looked sincere.

"We can create a country of our own in this environment, and we only need a pair of breeding partners."

"But, but I don't think it's good..."

"In the factories of this era that I know, living people can only sleep on ropes. I even gave them a grid for entertainment and sleeping. Am I a very cruel person?"

"..."

Sleeping on ropes? How to sleep?

Is the factory of the Southerners a bit too scary?

Why didn't I see such a scary thing when I robbed it?

Looking at the confused young man in front of him, who seemed to be really puzzled, Ulfric scratched his head for a long time looking at this tender-skinned guy who fell from the sky, but in the end he still couldn't think of what to do, so he could only raise his hands in surrender.

"...Okay, okay, Star Child. I admit that I like to brag a little bit, and I really don't know what the Dark Gods should do to please me.

But I think a person, or as a life, at least can't do that.

The high priest of our fleet was scared sick by you. At least the Dark Factory is definitely not okay."

"But you are obviously a slave system, why can't you accept this kind of thing?"

"Because the value created by living slaves is far greater than that of soulless rotten meat, but your method is soulless."

Looking at the young man who wanted to say something, Ulfric had no doubt about his identity as a special individual, and quickly raised his hand to explain:

"Calm down, Star Child, listen to me, I now completely believe that you are indeed a gift given to us by the Dark Gods, but your wisdom needs to be curbed.

We are human beings, different from you. Even if we are servants of the Dark Gods, we can't do such things."

"Okay, then I have another question."

The young man who was placed on the chair sat cross-legged, and for some reason, the language that he could understand conveyed a sense of confusion.

"You said that the dark gods want the strongest warriors, the most beautiful women, the most intelligent life, the most energetic creatures, and all of these need war to manifest. And the dark gods need the most perfect individuals in war, right?"

"Ah, in theory..."

Looking at the young man in front of him who was pondering, Ulfric felt that he had a sense of impending disaster. He felt that his worldview seemed to be challenged again.

And sure enough, the young man blinked and asked fluently:

"After death, no matter what, I will go to the arms of the dark gods, so why don't I live to resist the gods? And then use my own behavior to prove that I am far more powerful than all the trash who have received the grace of God?"

"Ah this..."

"Even on the side of order, I can even defeat the strong with the weak.

I will better show my strength and beauty, and wait until I die to be crowned the most powerful warrior, right?

You also said that everything is a great game for the "gods" here, so why don't I show a more valuable side?"

"..."

Yes, right?

Isn't that right?

It seems to be right, but it also seems to be wrong...

With all kinds of messy thoughts filling his mind, Ulfric finally gave up thinking, patted his head, stood up, and saluted the boy.

"I, Monster Hunter Ulfric, and our hunting fleet will listen to the voice of the gods you convey. Son of the Star.

But I hope you can temporarily curb your terrifying wisdom, at least listen to the opinions of us mortals a little."

"I think I am good at listening and improving."

"That's good, you don't understand the world now, and you still need our assistance, that's all, really. As for those who oppose you, we will deal with them. Believe me."

"I understand. Waiting for your news."

"Yes. Son of the Star, I will take care of it."

It can be said that he almost fled in panic. Ulfric took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and walked angrily towards the team outside.

But Ulfric didn't notice that after he pushed open the door and left, the boy behind him suddenly relaxed his eyes.

The young man with a calm, machine-like face already had unnatural beads of sweat on his back due to nervousness.