Bang bang bang bang!!
Just as Sauron and Robin were laughing face-to-face, Moro slowly walked out from behind Sauron.
He first glanced at Robin.
"This is who Uncle has been waiting for!"
"He looks no different!"
In his eyes, Robin was just like an ordinary person, nothing worth paying attention to.
"Mm!"
As his gaze swept past Issho and Kuina, his body involuntarily tensed up.
"A strong person."
This was how he felt about Issho and Kuina. As for Ah Hua and the others, although not weak, he did not take them seriously.
Of course, he subconsciously ignored Kouta, who stood at the center of everyone without any aura.
But as his gaze swept over the red pattern on Kouta's forehead, his body trembled violently, and his pupils contracted sharply inward.
As if he had seen something unbelievable, his face was filled with shock.
"Why do I have a familiar feeling about this giant?"
Just then, a voice from the other shore echoed in Kouta's mind.
"Familiar?"
Hearing the voice from the other shore, Kouta couldn't help but look up, staring at Moro with confusion.
"Mm! Familiar, this guy..."
The other shore thought for a moment, then said, "He seems like that guy from Elbaf!"
"Elbaf?"
Kouta was startled.
His gaze towards Moro became even more curious.
In his perception, Moro was no different from ordinary giants. Although his body was powerful, even more powerful, it did not pique his interest in the slightest.
Of course, this was because he wasn't observing seriously and wasn't using his spiritual power.
Now, as long as he used his spiritual power, no secret in this world would remain hidden from him.
As long as Kouta wished, he could completely invade another's divine consciousness and read their memories.
It was just that this might cause permanent damage to the person whose consciousness he invaded, so he generally wouldn't do it.
"Yes, it's Elbaf."
A transparent child, visible only to Kouta, appeared beside Kouta. The child was very small, like a miniature human.
He floated to Kouta's left, carefully observing Moro for a moment before speaking, "It's not about his appearance, but this little fellow's aura is very similar to Elbaf's."
"I sense the origin of Elbaf's power within his body. This guy should have awakened Elbaf's bloodline. As long as he cultivates downwards along this thread of bloodline power, even if he can't break the rules of this world and 'become a god' like his ancestor Elbaf, reaching the pinnacle of life in this world will be effortless."
"Effortless?"
Hearing the other shore say this, Kouta couldn't help but sigh.
People truly couldn't be compared.
Others were born at the apex of this world. The end point you reached after a lifetime of countless life-and-death struggles might just be the tip of their shoe.
The gap between them could drive all those who were still striving to despair.
The greatest lie in this world was "If you work hard, you will definitely succeed."
And "Genius is composed of 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration."
Few people knew the latter half of this sentence, which was, "But that 1% of inspiration is the most important, even more important than that 99% of perspiration."
This saying was also applicable to cultivation.
"The strong are composed of 1% talent and 99% perspiration, but that 1% of talent is the most important."
Of course, he had no right to say this, because his arrival itself surpassed this world, and even surpassed innate gods like the other shore.
His starting point could not only make everyone in this world despair, but even make gods despair.
Because his final destination was at least the realm of reincarnation, the strongest among the gods.
And this was just the other shore's guess.
As for where his own destination lay, only time would tell, and he believed that his destination should be beyond reincarnation.
He yearned, looking forward to the day when he would stand before those twin giant eyes again, no longer as humble as an ant, but as an equal.
The moment the other shore appeared, a flash of seven-colored light flickered in Moro's eyes.
"God..."
This word automatically appeared in his mind, as if just by seeing the other shore, the figure of the other shore was automatically imprinted in his mind.
And in his mind, there was another figure.
It was a bare-chested, middle-aged man with black hair, wearing shorts made of animal skins, bare-footed, carrying a giant spear.
The middle-aged man was like a statue, as if he had existed since ancient times. After Moro awakened, he automatically appeared in his mind, letting Moro know that this was the god of their giant tribe, "Elbaf."
There were also statues of their gods on the island, but compared to the statue in his mind, they lacked divine charm and their faces had many variations.
What remained unchanged was that aura of defiance against heaven and earth, a sharpness that sought to break through this firmament.
Now, in his mind, next to the statue of Elbaf, an image of a flower had automatically appeared.
As soon as this flower appeared in his mind, it was automatically imprinted into his thoughts, letting him know what the pattern on Kouta's forehead was.
It also let him know what the little boy floating to Kouta's left, suspended in the void, visible only when he used his awakened power, was.
"A god, a god like the great Elbaf..."
"How is it possible?"
Moro's face was full of disbelief. He even closed his eyes and shook his head repeatedly, trying to dispel the figure of the other shore from his mind.
But the figure of the flower was deeply rooted, and could not be dispelled at all. When he opened his eyes again and looked at Kouta, he met a pair of azure eyes filled with a smile.
And the moment he met those eyes, his consciousness followed them to a starry sky.
This starry sky was like an enlarged version of Kouta's pupils, and Moro was at the center of the pupils.
And around his body, the entire starry sky was slowly rotating.
"Where is this?"
Moro was stunned for a moment, then looked up and shouted around in panic.
"No need to shout."
Just then, the owner of the eyes that Moro had been facing appeared before him out of thin air.
Along with him appeared the child, who was the "god" visible only when he used his awakened power outside.
Here, the child was no longer a child, but had grown to be about the same size as Kouta.
But even so, in front of him, he was still a child.
"Where is this place?"
"And you..." Moro stared intently at the other shore, "Are you a 'god'?"
"You know about gods?"
The other shore stared at Moro and smiled, "It seems that your awakening was not only a power awakening, but you should have also received a legacy."
"I don't know," Moro shook his head, then said, "All I know is that you, who can automatically be imprinted in my mind and stand side-by-side with the great Elbaf, cannot be an ordinary person."
Thinking of the flower pattern on Kouta's forehead, he realized that should be the true form of the little boy, so he immediately changed his words.
"No, it can't be an ordinary flower."