Chapter 338

From the very beginning, this inheritance was the most unusual.

The Heroic Soul itself is unique—he is He, yet not merely He.

Without obsession, without desire, he did not even wish to open his heart to Li En; the information he revealed was limited only to what Li En had uncovered himself about the elves’ past.

He is a deity, yet not merely a deity; Li En could not fathom him, nor even know if he was truly a pure benevolent god (Li En suspected he was not).

In previous inheritances, the soul’s bond brought the Heroic Soul and Li En closer together.

Constant dreams and shared memories forged soul resonance—all of this, the God of Drama and Joy possessed none of.

He carefully and rationally concealed everything, naturally leaving Li En with little trust or understanding of him.

Li En also knew that among these things likely lay “secrets” beyond his current stage’s reach; yet since Li Ensu was still a benevolent god who despised war, he should still stand on Li En’s side.

“But I simply cannot fathom him.”

Li En had a touch of paranoid delusions; since this benevolent god told him nothing, he could not form a true bond with him.

“If we cannot become friends, then let us become partners.”

Previously, Li En and the Heroic Soul had an unspoken understanding: I will help you complete the inheritance as best I can, allowing your power, wishes, and successor to grow upon the earth, and you will aid me as much as you can.

But this time, Li En could not even understand Festerion—how could he possibly find a suitable successor for him?

Not knowing the other’s beliefs or goals, he could not engage in deep cooperation; thus, only transactions remained.

“Boom!”

When the courtyard gate opened and the new Heroic Soul heir entered, Li En was stunned.

Among all the heirs, the first to catch the eye was an enormous giant who had somehow crossed the threshold—his stature exceeded ten meters and immediately drew every gaze.

Even more bizarre: the figure draped in grass-cloth was not he, but she—Li En somehow sensed on this giant the qualities of delicate beauty and radiant loveliness.

Unlike the brutish, temperamental giants of local legends, the green-haired giant, though clad in grass, gave the impression of a druid or elf from the forest.

Vines and faint floral scents adorned her; the hairpin at her strands resembled a blooming peach tree; her calm eyes observed everything around her.

She was shrouded in black mist, yet even without revealing her face or precise form, the other heirs could tell she was a giant.

“Forest Giant? A rare species.” Li En saw more clearly.

Forest Giants were a rare breed among giants, distinguished by their relative friendliness—they never initiated attacks on outsiders entering their territory, an exceptionally rare trait among giants.

Li En would not mistake her, for their green hair and symbiotic posture with plants were far too iconic.

“Boom!” The giant glanced at the stage, then sat down silently.

Li En exhaled in relief, confirming this was a friendly giant—such a massive giant, even without any class enhancements, could easily kick a common warrior like a ball.

If she went mad here, only the Heroic Soul could stop her.

“Heh, isn’t this Kaelunna? From this distance, I can already smell your stench.”

The voice behind her made the seated female giant frown.

She turned—and there, indeed, was the familiar shadow: a humanoid silhouette, yet with floating black shapes hovering above its head, as if something were suspended there.

“Silvadilo, filthy lizard, you actually dared crawl out of your hole.”

The first two speakers, the Heroic Soul heirs, recognized each other at a glance—again proving that this “shadow protection” was utterly ineffective against the strong.

“Dragon and Giant… is this some kind of conspiracy?”

Another voice came from behind—a floating elf, with long, flowing hair so exquisite it was hard to tell gender, yet when he spoke, his deep voice carried an echo, unmistakably male.

“Song Elf? Is this some rare species gathering?”

This was a rare branch among high elves, typically serving as priests in elven kingdoms—yet here they were.

Li En’s gaze, however, lingered more on the second speaker—the dragon the giant called “Silvadilo.”