Anthony was inexplicably somewhat frustrated.
Compared to those powerful races that once challenged the Divine Domain, humans are lacking in everything.
In terms of magical talent, they don't compare to elves; in terms of strength, they're not as good as beastmen; in terms of noble bloodlines, they're inferior to the Dragon Race and the Phoenix; when it comes to technology and comprehensive strength, they can't even touch the Divine Race.
In the Theia Plane of the Sixth Era, resources were consumed by half, and intelligent life was also declining.
There seems to be no hope.
Although humans are the most creative race, is there really a chance?
The dejected Anthony sighed, catching a glimpse of Roland's calm and confident expression.
He paused, suddenly realizing he was getting old.
The future indeed belongs to the young.
Although Roland's strength is not yet formidable, he hasn't been beaten down to the point of losing confidence; he remains a vibrant young man.
