Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2065: Tell me more

Previously on Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure...
After a week of injecting divine energy into the rock pillar, it reached its original size, causing the Mark of God to light up with only a minor increase in power. The protagonist experimented with various items but detected no new abilities, leading him to suspect the trial was merely training to enhance his proficiency with creation-attributed divine energy and pondering the gods' true intentions, possibly involving the God of Creation. As the rock elemental elder expressed gratitude and offered their aid against the forces of Destruction, the protagonist grew suspicious of the scripted nature of the proposal and firmly declined, citing a lack of trust despite his companions' surprise and pleas for unity.

Finally, the elder let out a deep sigh and spoke, "What must we do to earn your trust? Our offer to assist comes from pure goodwill, and we'll go to any lengths to prove ourselves. You're our savior, after all."

The manner in which the elder uttered these words made it feel like I was compelling them to express this very sentiment right then.

That notion carried truth, as I showed no readiness to embrace their aid without securing my desires first. In reality, I aimed to explore whatever advantages they might provide.

"Share more details about the gods and the divine war you endured long ago." I demanded right away, holding back nothing.

The elder appeared clearly startled by my request, yet I held my tongue, simply anticipating their reply.

Following an extended pause, the elder pivoted and uttered, "Come with me, then."

In utter silence, we journeyed quite a distance before arriving at a cavern we'd discovered earlier. We'd never ventured inside, however, since the rock elementals deemed it a sacred burial ground.

Had we aided the rock elementals sooner, our arrival here would have come far quicker.

Upon reaching the spot, the elder proceeded inward without uttering a word.

The ongoing quiet didn't bother me in the least; instead, curiosity burned about what revelation awaited us.

Entering the cavern, it became evident what the elder intended to reveal. Surrounding us, every wall bore intricate carvings that hinted at the display.

These appeared as ancient illustrations narrating a tale of some sort.

Etched into the cavern walls like this, they undoubtedly chronicled the rock elementals' own saga.

Yet relying solely on these sketches, deciphering their full past proved impossible for me.

After advancing a short way, the elder halted abruptly and faced me once more.

The elder's expression twisted in hesitation over the words to choose, but at last, it declared, "I'll reveal our rock elemental tribe's history, but you must vow to keep it hidden. Such knowledge isn't for outsiders' ears."

A puzzled expression crossed my features upon hearing this, unable to fathom the cause of the elder's reluctance, though I nodded to indicate my agreement.

With my nod given, the elder pressed a hand against the stone surface.

As the elder's hand touched the wall, a burst of light emanated from the carvings, and suddenly, figures emerged from those very etchings.

These took the form of stone golems, crafted entirely from rock.

Observing them, the purpose of these rocky figures became immediately apparent.

Truly fascinating was the technique the rock elementals employed to preserve their legacy in this manner. Of course, only beings like them, who wielded elemental forces, could achieve such a feat.

Lacking that power, the wall's depictions couldn't have spawned these stone golems to reenact their chronicles.

At the outset, these stone golems showed no remarkable traits.

From my view, they resembled ordinary rock elementals, though clearly illusions, devoid of the vital essence found in living ones.

Their movements and actions mimicked mere automatons, guided by an unseen force.

Thus, I paid little heed to the golems themselves and concentrated on the scene they portrayed.

Still, nothing about it struck me as extraordinary.

The tale unfolded by the stone golems depicted a straightforward origin story for the rock elementals.

Or rather, this represented their believed beginnings.

They couldn't claim precise knowledge of their creation.

Regardless of how closely I observed, their history held no shameful elements. It simply recounted their emergence from the natural world.

Noticing my reaction, the elder met my gaze with unease and murmured, "Be patient; you'll understand soon enough."

I arched a doubtful eyebrow but stayed silent, keeping my eyes on the stone golems' performance.

As the rock elementals' chief, the elder grasped their lore far better than I ever could. I held no grounds to claim superior insight.

In time, the source of the elder's shame revealed itself.

At first, it eluded me, but clarity dawned gradually.

Everything ignited from a lone move by one of the stone golems.

Suddenly, that golem lunged at another of its kind.

The unprovoked assault puzzled me initially, but understanding arrived as the aggressor swelled in size.

As the target dwindled, it grew plain that the assailant siphoned strength from the victim to empower itself.

Once finished, the aggressor hadn't quite doubled, yet it loomed far larger than prior.

Evidently, the victor had devoured the loser's essence entirely.