Ash was very clear that there was a great possibility that his stubborn kin would reject his goodwill.
They might even view him as a traitor and mercilessly drive him out.
However, Ash still chose to make an attempt.
After all, if he did nothing and simply watched them get injured and die,
he felt his remaining life would be eternally bleak and painful.
He wasn't afraid of death; he feared the loss of hope.
This was something he had learned from the People of the Bay Territory.
At first, he was very disgusted with this.
But as his learning deepened and he observed the rise and fall of history, understanding the succession of races,
he realized an extremely important truth.
"In this rapidly developing era, if one cannot keep progressing, they will be mercilessly abandoned by the times and swept into the dust of history."
"Jackalweres, Kobolds, Merfolk, and even Dwarves, Goblins, all are the same."
Just as Ash was preparing to go down by himself,
