So that's how it is~

Director Wang sighed in relief. At that time, they had lost all traces halfway through their pursuit, and Director Wang really thought they were seeing ghosts, like something out of a supernatural tale.

But you can't really blame them for being shortsighted, mainly because these "primitives" were actually using feints.

During the day, they quietly laid the groundwork for their "escape."

Who would have thought they hadn't actually left at all?

Just hiding right under their feet, watching Director Wang and his team search everywhere as if they were clowns.

"Forget it, I don't want to pursue the past any further. Now you better come clean about everything you know about the 'god.' I want you to explain in detail, no holding back!"

Xiaoqian huffed and gestured, conveying Director Wang's demands to the old lady.

Old Lady: ...

"Speak!"

Old Lady: ...

"You wouldn't want me to use the Great Memory Recovery Technique on you, would you?"

Old Lady: .....

Oh, damn it!

Her mouth is really firm. Just as Director Wang was about to order someone to take action, the old lady opened her mouth.

"Haha, mere mortals, do you ants really deserve to know anything about the gods?"

The old lady spoke with a mocking tone, clearly showing she wasn't afraid of death and inviting them to use whatever means they had.

Director Wang's mouth twitched, as the old lady before him really left him at a loss, making him unsure whether to laugh or cry.

He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm and authoritative.

But since she's willing to speak, that's good enough. After all, at her age, even the simplest torture wouldn't hold up.

"Mere mortals are like ants? So you're not a mortal? Then aren't you just an ant like us?"

Director Wang retorted sarcastically.

At the same time, he pondered whether this old lady was really blindly devoted to her beliefs or if she had some unknown playing card.

A trace of seriousness flickered in the old lady's eyes, but her lips curved into a contemptuous smile.

"Me? I'm just a Believer in the god, but at least I know that true divine power is beyond the comprehension of small people like you."

Director Wang sneered, unwilling to continue going in circles with this old lady on this topic.

"Not afraid of death?"

Director Wang suddenly shifted his tone, becoming sharp and harsh.

"If you're really not afraid of death, why did you surrender when the steel was about to pour into your tribe? Quite a hypocrite, aren't you?!"

The old lady's expression changed; she obviously didn't expect Director Wang to latch onto this contradiction.

She bit her lip, her expression turning complicated.

"That was because..."

Her voice suddenly became low, as if struggling with whether to tell the truth.

Director Wang saw her hesitation and realized this was a breakthrough point, so he pressed on.

"Because of what? Is it because you don't truly have absolute faith in your 'god'? Or perhaps, your 'god' isn't as powerful as you claim?"

The old lady's eyes flickered for a moment, and eventually, she seemed to make a decision, taking a deep breath before slowly speaking.

"You all... you don't understand. Our god is indeed powerful, but even god has its rules and cannot help us indiscriminately. As the chieftain, I can't let the innocent children and tribesmen suffer for faith. We surrendered to protect them."

"Bullshit!"

Director Wang slapped the table in anger and stood up.

"So you mean to say that the lives of your tribesmen are more important to you than your faith in the god?"

"Don't try to trap me with words. In my heart, the lives of my tribesmen are certainly important, but that doesn't mean I don't believe in the god; the two aren't conflicting. When you destroyed our home, the god was just restricted, otherwise you would've all been dead already!"

Clearly, the old lady was also getting anxious.

Director Wang stared at her intently, his eyes full of pity and scorn.

What else is there to say to such a person?

Has the god ever helped the Nika Tribe even once from start to finish?

"Pathetic. As you said, in the eyes of your god, you mortals are just ants. What makes you believe that god can help you?"

The words spoken two minutes earlier became bullets, hitting the old lady's forehead at this moment.

These primitive tribes who had never encountered modern civilization, even with their own "basic logic,"

clearly had a kind of "intellectual deficiency" when faced with modern people.

Watching the old lady's conflicted expression, Director Wang went in for another blow.

"Oh, by the way, the worthless god you believe in seems to be called Cthulhu... Doesn't sound like anything good~

"What do you know?!!"

Seemingly touched by Director Wang's words, the old lady, red-eyed, attempted to argue forcefully.

"Why can't lowly humans summon Cthulhu!"

Here it comes!

Director Wang felt a tightness in his heart but outwardly maintained a look of indifferent scorn.

"Why can you? As you said, in the eyes of gods, we humans are like ants; do you think you're worthy of summoning the great gods?"

"Hehe~" The old lady sneered twice: "Yes, humans in the eyes of gods are like ants in the eyes of humans, but I want to ask you, can you be summoned by ants?"

Can you?

Director Wang frowned, contemplating this seemingly absurd question that nonetheless demanded an answer.

Seeing Director Wang's prolonged silence, the old lady calmly answered herself.

"Of course, it's possible!"

She then laid out a theory.

Imagine, one day as you pass by your house, you find a group of ants forming a strange pattern using sand and stones.

Then the ants use their bodies to spell out your name.

A few highly intelligent ants use sand and stones to form words expressing their wishes, and they even make some humming sounds resembling human speech.

If such a situation appeared at your doorstep, could you resist your curiosity to look at them?

After watching for a while, you understand their wishes and satisfy your curiosity by taking a picture to share on social media as you prepare to leave.

But just as you're about to go, the ants hazily speak up.

"Oh most honorable and merciful being in the universe, please do not leave, we call upon you with all the strength of our colony, hoping you might hear our humble, insignificant wishes."

You've got nothing better to do, so you decide to see what the "ants" want.

Of course, their "wishes" are very simple:

A powerful warrior from a nearby ant nest threatens the peace of our colony, preventing us from gathering food. Could you kill it for us?

Oh omnipotent one, could you grant us a mountain's worth of food? We will remember your great kindness for generations.

You comply, because... why not?

Come on, a colony of talking, god-worshipping ants is just super cool!

So you kick over the nearby ant nest, crushing countless ants in the process. Did the strong ant die?

It probably did; you won't take the time to carefully hunt down that strong ant.

As for food, you casually toss them a couple of apples, which to them, would be a mountain of food.

Director Wang looked at Xiaoqian strangely, unable to help but ask.

"Did the old lady really say that?"

"Uh..."

Xiaoqian blushed, shaking her head, acknowledging that while the old lady spoke rather drily, she had added some of her own emotional touches.

But that's exactly what the old lady meant to express!

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