Spirit…
Hearing this unexpected answer, the commander's expression turned somewhat strange as he looked at Origami Tobiichi.
In this world, Spirit do indeed exist as a race.
Different from the Elf, Dwarf, or any races created by the gods—the Spirit were born from the Spirit Circuits, the origin of all magic in this world.
However, Spirit in this world more closely resemble free-floating lifeforms in the air—alive, but without consciousness. They can be considered living beings, but they lack intellect.
To put it another way, Spirit in this world are living magic itself.
Every race, when using magic or casting techniques, essentially manipulates a group of elves to clash against another.
But since elves are ultimately living beings, when they're controlled by different races to fight, they die in the process.
Dead elves become spirit remnants, drifting endlessly across the world.
And this endless black ash that fills the sky day and night—those are the spirit remnants, the corpses of the dead Spirit.
So, when Origami Tobiichi referred to herself as an Spirit, the commander naturally found it strange.
Her declaration was essentially saying, "I am magic itself." Even a god would be baffled by that.
"You can consider me the incarnation of the collective will of the Spirit," Origami explained further. "But even if you don't understand, it doesn't matter. It won't affect our conversation."
"What the hell? Incarnation of will? She's definitely just here to mess with us…"
The commander grumbled to himself internally, though he forced a smile on his face and maintained a respectful tone.
"Then, esteemed Spirit, may I ask what brings you here today?"
"I was only recently born into this world. I require information."
"I see… Of course, I will answer to the best of my knowledge."
"First, what continent is this?"
"This is the northwestern region of the Lucia Continent, currently the war zone between the forest elves and the Dwarfs."
This world is made up of two major continents: the Lucia Continent and the Elyella Continent.
Upon learning her current location, Origami nodded slightly.
The Lucia Continent is primarily home to the forest elves and Dwarfs—most wars here are caused by conflicts between these two races.
The Elyella Continent, on the other hand, is where the winged species and most high-level races reside. It is larger and more centrally located.
Given her current strength, going to Elyella would expose her to significantly more danger. For now, staying on the Lucia Continent was safer for her development.
"Next question," Origami continued. "How strong was the attack I just used?"
"Of course, it was—"
"I don't have time for flattery. Don't waste your breath."
Seeing her face like a glacier, the commander forcibly swallowed the empty praise he was about to spout about her divine presence and world-ending power.
After clearing his throat, he carefully searched for the right words, drawing on his own knowledge and experience.
While it wasn't the most direct way to gauge her power level, asking the locals for their perspective was still a safer option than testing herself against high-level races prematurely.
As the commander explained and analyzed, Origami quickly formed a rough understanding of her position in this world's power scale.
The attack she had just used Metatron: Artelif—was the strongest single-target move in her arsenal.
Though devastating enough to pierce through the Dwarf battleship's main cannon blast, the ship itself was just a standard combat vessel—a mass-produced magical construct.
In terms of energy output, density, and penetration, her Artelif could be compared to the Dwarf fleet's strongest mothership-class cannon.
The Dwarf motherships' firepower was modeled after the winged race's ultimate technique, Celestial Strike , and at maximum capacity, could only replicate about 10% of its true power.
In other words, Origami strongest attack currently had only about 5% of the power of a Celestial Strike.
"That gap is absurd…"
Origami couldn't help but feel a headache after arriving at this rough calculation.
To think that someone who called herself the embodiment of the Spirit had only one-twentieth the power of a Flügel being.
And what's worse, the Flügel—though considered a high-level race—was already at the bottom tier among the elites.
Other species like dragonkind, giants, and mythical creatures all far surpassed them in terms of individual strength.
"Do you have any more questions, my lady?"
Noticing that Origami had fallen into deep thought, the commander tentatively asked.
"Yes. Just one last question."
Snapping out of her contemplation, Origami calmly asked, "Has the E-Bomb test already begun?"
The moment those words were spoken, every Dwarf's face changed dramatically.
A dangerous gleam flashed in the commander's eyes as his forced smile instantly vanished.
"…How do you know about that?"
He suppressed his urge to act, locking his eyes onto Origami with deadly seriousness.
"You don't need to know," Origami replied coldly.
Though the commander didn't answer her question directly, his reaction said everything.
E-Bomb—the Dwarf's most terrifying weapon.
For centuries, in a desperate attempt to win the eternal war of the gods, the Dwarfs had invested untold resources and manpower into developing a weapon capable of annihilating every race—even killing the gods.
By fusing rare minerals and engraving complex magic formations, they managed to trigger an explosion using unactivated Divine Marrow.
Divine Marrow is the vessel of divine power. When activated, it gives birth to new gods. But even in its unawakened state, its contained energy is immense.
To be honest, Origami didn't really care about the E-Bomb test itself.
The only reason she asked was to determine when she had arrived in the timeline.
If the Dwarfs were ready to test E-Bomb, it meant she had been transported to the final stage of the War of the Gods.
If she did nothing, the story's original protagonist, Riku, would soon begin his mission to end the war—just like in the source material.
And if that happened, she would fail her main quest.
Clearly, there was no longer time for slow growth.
She had to act now.
"Thank you for the information."
Having obtained everything she needed, Origami gathered her thoughts and returned to her role.
While she offered words of gratitude to the commander, her voice carried not a shred of warmth.
Golden floating cannons hovered beside her, moving as she willed, each one locking onto a target aboard the ship.
"Now—die."