In the Primordial Realm, Kei's cheek twitched slightly as he glanced at the interface of the trait system.
He almost thought he had somehow activated [Morally Unhinged] without realizing it.
"Jain Zar, since the Dimensional Demon God likes looking at legs, why don't you show him yours a bit? Hmm? Isn't there a profession on Terra called public relations? If you want to secure the deal, you need to handle the PR first."
Taldeer's voice also came through the psychic channel at that moment.
Clearly, due to Kei's sudden appearance, Taldeer and Yvraine had been staying together the entire time.
"Taldeer, that's a degenerate aspect of civilization." Yvraine sighed helplessly.
She was speechless about her Farseer companion's tendency to act cheeky every now and then, as if it was uncomfortable for her not to stir things up a bit.
"Degeneracy? Perhaps when principles reign supreme, yes. But when the positions of Party A and Party B are unequal, using a more circuitous method to achieve your goal, that too is a kind of life wisdom."
Taldeer didn't feel there was anything wrong with what she said. Although she and Yvraine had never shown weakness to this Dimensional Demon God, the power the two sides wielded was not even on the same level. Find the newest release on novel⁂fire.net
When the strong spoke with the weak, where was fairness to be found?
Throughout the galaxy, plundering and dominance were far too common. Eldar justice and order could only protect the craftworlds under their guardianship. Could they really restrain a powerful and mysterious Dimensional Demon God?
Talking about morality and principles with someone like that? You might as well try flirting. Every living being had emotional needs.
That was the true driving force behind life.
"The being we face is not an evil god who exploits and enslaves other life forms. Let's not project baseless malice onto a civilization deity who has come bearing goodwill." Yvraine's voice came through again. One high-sounding title after another was being metaphorically slapped onto Kei's head.
He found the Eldar pair's back-and-forth somewhat amusing.
He knew perfectly well that while the two disagreed to some extent, they were also extremely coordinated in their performance—essentially putting on a two-person act for his benefit.
The core reason for this performance?
An imbalance of power.
Besides emotions and morals, these two had no other bargaining chips left to negotiate with him.
"Alright, I'll give Jain Zar a little gadget. It should keep you two busy for a while." He cut off their act. He raised his hand and pulled a replica of a Sling Ring from the Primordial Realm, tossing it to Jain Zar who stood nearby.
At the same time, using his control of the Labyrinthian Circuit, he transmitted the theoretical framework of Kamar-Taj's spatial teleportation magic through the Eldar psychic communication channel.
After all, once a magical system was opened up, it was inevitable that the Eldar would learn it.
In the Marvel Universe, it was not like only one or two people could use magic. Once someone scanned it with their Eldar psychic sight powered by their spirit stones… At that point, he wouldn't be playing the Eldar, it'd be the Eldar playing him!
"Whew… I can't make sense of it." Taldeer exhaled deeply as she read the information in the psychic channel.
They had gambled correctly. This Dimensional Demon God truly held great goodwill toward the Eldar.
With the computational support of the Infinity Circuit, she finished reading all the theoretical knowledge of spatial teleportation magic in under two seconds.
However, with absolutely no magical foundation, and encountering a power system completely different from warp energy, no matter how many times she read it, it all felt like gibberish.
How did the Sling Ring even work?
How did you use spiritual intent to communicate with mana?
And why was it that just by thinking about where you wanted to go and whom you wanted to see, drawing a circle allowed you to get there, even across dimensions?
This was way too idealistic!
"Jain Zar, send over any results you get."
Yvraine also exhaled softly. She gave her a command, then bid Kei farewell, preparing to close the communication channel.
She and Taldeer still needed to carefully reconsider what stance to take toward this Dimensional Demon God.
"Yes, Emissary Yvraine." A soft white glow covered Jain Zar's eyes as she tried to analyze the strange material and intricate patterns of the Sling Ring in her hand. Even with the computational support of Yvraine's access to the Black Library, it would take her over an hour to fully decode it.
She looked up at Kei.
Then, she slid the ring onto her index and middle fingers, raising her hand to draw a shape in front of her using warp energy. A few sparks flickered into existence from thin air. Far from delighting her, they only made her feel more confused.
Though the appearance of those tiny sparks confirmed the authenticity of the magical knowledge she had just received... She couldn't seem to summon the kind of mana that was linked to the spirit...
She tried making a couple more gestures in the air.
Still getting nowhere, Jain Zar furrowed her brows slightly.
Glancing at Kei, who was calmly observing her from the side, her mind instinctively recalled something Farseer Taldeer had said earlier.
She adjusted her posture. With light steps, she lifted her arms slightly to the side and made an elegant spin. Then, stepping back with her right foot, she raised the hem of her battle-garment with one hand and bowed deeply.
"Compared to the Emissary, how do I fare?"
"Both beautiful in their own right," Kei replied honestly when he saw Jain Zar's expression.
The Phoenix Lord's reputation really wasn't exaggerated.
"Terra's clothing is quite unique, and it suits Eldar aesthetics quite well." Jain Zar cast her gaze down toward Terra, her eyes shimmering with a look of feigned contemplation.
"Is this how you test your warriors? Any one of them would fail such a test." Kei chuckled upon hearing the subtle implication in her words. With that kind of natural beauty, Eldar could wear anything and look good.
But changing clothes wasn't exactly something worth watching.
"Ah... I guess I'm still more like Emissary Yvraine after all." Jain Zar sighed quietly, spreading her hands in defeat and decisively giving up. She had been reborn countless times since the Fall, and when it came to honor, she held a pure and idealistic commitment.
Unless the other party was worthy of the Phoenix Lord's respect, she would never use her appearance to charm someone like that. What she had done just now was already the absolute limit of how far she was willing to go.
Anything further would violate her beliefs about her duty as a Phoenix Lord.
Just as she was about to stash the strange ring, unable to store it in her personal wraithbone compartment, into a gap in the armor at her waist...
Kei spoke again. "Empty your mind. Shut off your perception of warp energy. Forget that you're an Eldar. Keep your thoughts sharply focused. Now begin imagining... A-Asuryan? Don't use your computational power. Shut it off. Focus your mind, more... more... now outline the character's details…"
The most beautiful faces and bodies, the most skilled warriors, ageless appearances, and long lifespans.
Holding ancient wisdom in their hearts, a duty to their race, and the courage to fight for survival without hesitation, even unto death.
The galaxy might be full of darkness. But to many races, the Eldar were a light of ancient knowledge.
They preserve the wisdom of old, protect their dwindling kind, ensure their traditions continue, and prevent the final extinction of their race.
For Aspect Warriors, who died defending craftworlds across the galaxy...
For Exarchs who sacrificed their individuality to embody war aspects...
For Rangers who wandered the stars, providing crucial intelligence...
For the countless Eldar who fell during the birth of She Who Thirsts...
He could never do something like sacrificing himself for a righteous cause. But that didn't stop him from admiring the Eldar. They were truly magnificent, and... Kind of adorably prideful, weren't they?