Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

"It’s been a long time, my child, you’ve changed so much. I apologize for not being with you these years, and from now on, I won’t be able to accompany you anymore."

"Child, my journey ends here, from this point on, son, you must walk your own path."

"Why? We’ve pushed back the army of Death, Monsters, and even the Praying Mantis!" Dr. Osborne’s voice was tinged with loss.

"Because I have seen the future, the sacrifices you made to protect me have not altered the outcome. The script written by the High-dimensional is the ending, and that, to you, is ’fate’.

I merely glimpsed it, yet I am unable to change it."

The Old Goblin spoke up, his words coming slowly: "Child, one day you will have to learn to admit defeat, and that is not something shameful to word."

"I know the end of the goblin empire, yet I still came here, to know and love your mother under the fireworks, to accompany each other towards Death."

Without a doubt, these words were heart-wrenching, especially coming from a Prophet who could foresee the future.

"Even after glimpsing fate, we cannot grasp it?"

The Old Goblin, with a gentle expression, sighed softly, "At least for you, that is indeed the case, child. There are only two ways for a low-dimensional to overcome a High-dimensional adversary. Read the latest on NovelBin.Côm

The first is for a High-dimensional Guardian to appear and wish to help you resist a High-dimensional adversary. The second is if you have always been a visitor from a High-dimensional plane."

"Are you that Guardian?"

"No, my initial purpose for coming was not for that." The father unmercifully unveiled the truth, "We came to this world to seek the kin we lost; this place is not home, we want to take them back home."

"They?"

"Transcendents never truly existed in the land of Shen Hua... be they professionals or deities, they should not have existed."

"So... it is like this." Dr. Osborne lowered his head. Was this the truth about gods and professionals? A cold, laughable reality. "Then, Prophet sir, what do we, our world, mean to you?"

The goblin who should have been called ’father’ hesitated for a moment, then slowly stood up, dragging his ill body towards Dr. Osborne’s projection and reached out to touch the light and shadow.

Dr. Osborne’s heart trembled slightly; he reached out his hand towards the screen as if wanting to come into contact with his father’s palm.

These few steps seemed to deplete the remaining energy of the Old Goblin.

"I have, perhaps, grown fond of a group of nonexistent beings; even their names are fictitious. Yet here we are, experiencing their kinship, their love; watching them as they passionately live life while also hurting it; seeing them full of human desires yet standing shoulder to shoulder with the gods.

I think that for me, this has been a meaningful journey, and now I understand the significance of this journey, that the low-dimensional mountains have their own grandeur."

His gaze remained steady on Dr. Osborne within the screen, that steadfast look was so piercing, it seemed that simply making eye contact imbued Dr. Osborne with endless strength.

"Father, what should I do?"

"The Chosen Ones or the Praying Mantis Legion, they are just the residuals of dimensionality reduction, at best, a race to see which god can throw more remnants down.

When I understood this, I knew that the desire to take my kin home had already failed."

"Why?" Dr. Osborne asked calmly.

"Because they are merely soul fragments from a High-dimensional place, the remnants of a soul from my hometown. Everything that I was familiar with has already become one with this world.

Even if I were to kill those false beings crowned with the name of gods and take away their power, what I retrieve will not be the kin we wanted to bring back. Besides... this world has allowed the continuation of our civilization, how could I bear to betray this kindness?" the Old Goblin spoke softly.

"Old friend, your body..." The goblin head in the glass jar called out loudly.

"I have sent most of my soul and the remains of my original body to Wanxiang City.

Child, it has always been me who chose the future for you, but since you desire to persist, you must face the darker side of the world yourself, even if it brings you immense pain."

The Prophet watched him quietly, those warm eyes clearing Dr. Osborne’s mind.

Dr. Osborne’s eyes, once hazy, now cleared at that moment; he didn’t realize it, but it seemed as though there was a fire burning in his eyes.

"Father, I understand your meaning now. To become a goblin like you is my honor."

...Inside the research institute...

Dr. Osborne laughed softly.

’Father left the future of civilization to us to choose; I now know we will experience despair, pain, and parting in death.’

’Kael, you’ve grown up too fast, overlooking many things, but I will not.’

’No one is coming to rescue us, so we shall personally guide the heirs of the new goblin ideology to be born, a bullet aimed at the High-dimensional requires a good gun if it is to be powerful.’

’We will be that fine gun.’

’Kael, the gun is now ready; I don’t know your secret, but I bet you will be the absolutely fatal bullet!’

’Don’t disappoint us.’