Biyeon let out a long sigh.

‘All the things I took for granted, even the music that I thought wasn’t very good, were all built on the shoulders of geniuses who had worked together to create the foundation for all those creations to become public. What I could easily obtain in my hands were all the result of collective human experience, wisdom, senses, and other influences. They performed these creative and novel pieces with fervor and passion. There were millions of new songs when I was still on Earth. I’m afraid to even reflect on the collective achievement that humankind was able to achieve in the music field. Furthermore, that’s just the field of music…’

Biyeon’s thoughts continued. What San had told her kept bringing new thoughts and reflections into her mind.

‘The gods of this world are like the consumers on Earth. They suck out the thoughts of humans, collect them, and try to expand their own egos… thus, the gods are in the business of growing humans, expanding their numbers, and harvesting them when necessary. 

Then what did that make us humans on Earth? We were able to create and expand our consciousness and world...