A harmonious society bans the harem [Quick time travel]

There are no gods in this world, but if you gain more faith, you will become a god.

——God of Light

The continent tens of thousands of years ago was not called the Glory Continent, but the Arthur Continent. This has no special meaning, simply because the strongest man at that time was named Arthur.

He is willing to name the continent after himself, and all others can do is accept it—even if he is a demon.

When I grew up, there was no trace of him in this continent.

Some people say that Arthur has fallen, while others say that Arthur broke through the restrictions of the rules and left this continent.In a word, it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

At that time, there were many ethnic groups on the mainland.

Elves—born with bright minds, able to communicate with nature, proficient in various light magic, all of them are natural archers, able to shoot through Yang with a hundred steps.They are beautiful and charming, and are very good at art-singing, dancing, painting, sculpture, etc. They are indifferent to fame and fortune, loyal to their lovers, and a little naive and easy to deceive.

It can be said that it is a perfect race, and it can be forgiven for being a little arrogant to foreigners.

Dragons - born kings, with a huge and tyrannical body, and the innate dragon language is extremely lethal. An adult dragon can hold up to an army.Arrogant, irritable, and very aggressive.

Orcs—natural berserkers, who can turn into beasts to fight against enemies. The mighty orcs will soar their fighting power when they launch madness. Even the dragons have to deal with it. They are the darlings of forests and grasslands.The orcs are equipped with wise and calm priests. The priests can drum up war songs, arouse the morale and blood of the orc warriors, and can also calm down the crazy orcs.

Dwarves - born master craftsmen, good at mining, blacksmithing, and making weapons. They are extremely powerful and like to use axes.Simple and honest temperament, but a bit stubborn.

Goblins—the force value is not as good as the above-mentioned races, but they are very smart and have maintained good relations with many races, especially dwarves.They were also shrewd businessmen, well known throughout the continent.

The rest are charming goblins, timid night clans, rare tree clans, mermaids in the deep sea...the number is rare and rare, so I won't repeat them here.

After counting, the human race is the most mediocre, with a short life span, no talent for magic and fighting spirit, fragile skin and thin blood, and it is not as intelligent as goblins. Beautiful human races are also rare, and they are simply useless.

The only thing worthy of praise is the amazing reproductive ability and weed-like desire to survive, which has become the guarantee for the smooth survival of the human race.

The mainland at that time was not as safe as it is now. There were so many high-level monsters, and the current monsters are like little sheep.

The situation of human beings is not good, and it is always extremely difficult to survive in the cracks.

The entire continent is almost divided into two. The eastern part is rich in species and resources, and powerful tribes live here.Elves, dragons, orcs, dwarves, and goblins each build cities, form armies, support royal families, and establish their own kingdoms.

The rest of the weaker races either live in remote places or rely on the strong to survive.The human race is the latter.

Humans with strong reproductive ability may never experience the panic of watching the number of newly born offspring decrease day by day.

The powerful five clans occupied the most fertile area of ​​the mainland, and drove the cruel, ugly, and lowly demons to the barren west.But they feel uneasy about the dwindling number of clansmen, which has become a problem related to inheritance that the five clans cannot ignore.

It wasn't until they found a few mixed-race children that the five races finally saw a glimmer of light in the long dark night.

The human race can't understand this kind of panic, because sometimes they even feel troubled by the large population. Every additional mouth needs more food, and the food that the weak human race can get is always limited.

In the beginning, it was the orc race who first discovered the hybrid and plundered young women from the human race. Later, it developed into a human race that offered beautiful women and even beautiful men to the strong for protection.In this way, the human race ended their wandering life and lived a stable life for a few days.

My father was also a product of this behavior.

Fortunately, my mother is an elf, and the elves have always been loyal to their partners, so he has a good life, unlike those human races dedicated to dragons, orcs, and dwarves.

I even saw a human woman die miserably because she couldn't bear the strong energy of the beast race.This is disgusting.

My father is very beautiful, with silver hair and golden pupils, red lips and white teeth, deep eyebrows and wide eyes, his beauty transcends race and gender, even in the elves where beauties gather, he is outstanding.

Elves are a bunch of artists, and artists always love beauty.

Thanks to my father's face, my mother, the only sister of the Elven Queen, fell in love with him at first sight, and they held a grand wedding.After marriage, his mother prepared exquisite clothes, magnificent palaces and groups of servants for him, and the proud elves treated him very favorably on weekdays.

It can be said bluntly that my father's living standard is definitely far higher than that of many people in this era.

But I could see that he wasn't happy.When my mother was around, my father would still smile gently or affectionately.As soon as his mother left, his expression became a little gloomy.

He often drove the servants away, carried me up to the observatory specially prepared for him by my mother, sat on a wide rattan chair, pointed to the bright stars in the sky, and told me how the human race uses the North Star to distinguish the direction, The clouds herald the weather, and the shape of the moon is used to tell the time.

At this time, my father's eyes are always bright, brighter than the stars in the sky, like those sparkling gems collected by the dragon clan, and like the brilliant sun.

With half of the elf blood flowing in my body, I couldn't help being intoxicated by my father's beauty.

Mother is so enviable.

When it comes to excitement, my father will still talk about his childhood life full of nostalgia. He hunted with his tribe, picked wild fruits, and made great efforts to prepare delicious food. Campfires, flowers, dances, and music are all like that. warmth and beauty.

In my father's description, although the life of the human race is somewhat difficult, everyone is always so united, friendly, kind, and hardworking... Except for being a little poor, there is nothing wrong with it.

Of course, I, who went out with my mother and saw the real human race, didn't think it was true (my mother didn't like my father to go out and walk around, because she always felt that there were many people coveting her baby, which was actually the case).The people I met were either humble, flattering, or shrunken, and I could easily knock down any of them with magic when I was only ten years old.

Those human women who are pregnant with children can be treated kindly, so without exception, they are trying their best to conceive children, but this often makes them wither faster.

Although I am young, I am very precocious, and I understand these dirty things very well.My parents didn't know about it, and it gave me more opportunities.

For example, when I was ten years old, I could still lie in my father's arms, act coquettishly, and listen to his stories.And my father will start running around for a living before he is ten years old.

Father's arms are awesome!Fragrant and soft (^～^)

Of course, I never contradicted my naive father.For one thing, although a sad beauty has a different flavor, I still hope he can be happier.Secondly, he is my father after all, and he treats me as well as he can, so I still respect him very much.

As soon as my mother came back from work, my benefits would be gone. I always had to hurry up and hug my father.

After all, elves are loyal to their mates, but that doesn't mean they're happy to see their mates making out with others.

Yes, the child is one of those others.

I, and some mixed-race or pure-blood friends around me have proved with personal experience how narrow-minded and crazy the jealous adults are.

It's so naive that the friends can't bear to look directly at it.

The days passed like flowing water day by day, and soon I would be [-] years old. My father held a coming-of-age ceremony for me. The scale was very small, only some mixed-race friends came, and my mother was directly busy with business and did not show up.

It's ridiculous that the coming-of-age ceremony of a prince's son is not even as good as that of a commoner's son.But I am also used to it. After all, mixed blood is not as good as pure blood, even if I am better than most pure blood, even if my mother loves my father again.

I really don't care, but my father is sick in bed with anger, depressed.

After all, he is old. Although his appearance is maintained at his best, the human race's lifespan is very short.My mother has found many treasures of heaven and earth over the years, but she is still no match for the footsteps of Death.

I fed him with the medicine, he burst into tears, and kept saying sorry to me, he was the one who made me tired, and he was out of breath within a few words, his body was really getting worse day by day.

I wiped away his tears and comforted him gently: "Father, don't be afraid, your son is so good, he will shine sooner or later. It's not that my mother doesn't want to come, she really has something to do that day, can she not listen to what the queen says? "

My father seemed to believe my words, and obediently drank the medicine.He lacked energy and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Only at this time did I lower my face, revealing a hint of anger and coldness.

Over the years, I have been running around with my mother, but it was not for nothing.I also often lead teams into the most dangerous forests to hunt monsters, wandering between life and death, and it is not for nothing.Compared with the arrogant purebloods, the half-bloods are much more resolute and pragmatic.

These people, sooner or later, have to pay for their arrogance and disrespect.

Finally, I took a deep breath and walked out of my father's room with the tray in my hand.

To my surprise, my mother stood like a statue at the door. I don't know how long I have been here or how long I have heard.

I greeted her gracefully and called her mother with a smile.

Unexpectedly, she turned around and left without saying a word.

I indifferently watched her back gradually go away.

Until now, I don't understand whether my mother loves my father?Still don't love?

However, as I got older and the years went by, these things became less and less important to me.

Within three months, my father died of illness, and there was no cure.

Before my father died, he still asked my mother to take care of me.

A man asked his wife to take care of their biological child after his death.It's funny, isn't it?

However, I still can't laugh.

After my father's death, I left the elves as planned and returned to the human race. My mother agreed, and even acted more urgently than me. She personally packed a bunch of things for me.

The human race expressed great welcome and enthusiasm for my arrival, and my existence itself means strength and protection.

The bonfires, flowers, dances, and music that my father said were staged in front of my eyes. All of these were rough and simple, without the elegance and delicacy of the elves, but they were the best things they could produce. After my father died, there was no After falling a tear, the corners of my eyes slowly became sore.

Then, I served as the patriarch at the request of the previous patriarch, and the mixed-race subordinates of various races that I had subdued over the years also came one after another.The strength of the human race is growing day by day. In the end, I decided to move away from the territories of the five races and establish a kingdom belonging to the human race.

A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye, and the human race added many newborns with magic and fighting spirit talents. They received relevant teachings and became stronger day by day.

Those demons who were expelled always held resentment, sharpened their knives when the various tribes in the east were lax, and finally a big war broke out.

I didn't let the human race join this war as cannon fodder for the first time. I didn't lead the human race's warriors to the front line until the east was retreating and despairing.

Undoubtedly, our arrival boosted the morale of the coalition forces, and the performance of the human race was astonishing, which greatly dealt a blow to the demon race.

In short, in the end, with the blessing of the faith of all ethnic groups, we won the victory of the war.A few of my subordinates and I were successfully promoted to the god position. I became the king of the gods and fulfilled my promise to my father.

Ironically, except for the water god, Venus, who is a pure-blooded mermaid from the deep sea, the rest of the gods are all mixed blood without exception.

After the war, with the help of the gods, the human race confirmed the right to rule over the Arthur Continent—later renamed the Glory Continent.

As for Ragnarok, there's not much to say about that.It was a struggle of a group of gods who could not do without the power of faith. Only I survived.

"Okay, dear Adonis, have you heard enough of today's secrets? Shouldn't you go work for me?"

I looked at the human being who looked very much like my father and was much stronger than my father, and said with a smile.

Then I heard his deep and pleasant voice as I wished: "As you wish, God."

Then, the beauty left ⊙﹏⊙.

However, I looked at the warm autumn sun outside the window, which was bright and warm but not scorching. I took a sip of black tea and sighed: "It's so good!"

Father, what do you think?

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