Upon hearing this, Leo was taken aback. The human race had never been weak? But judging from the current situation, except for some low-level species, humans were indeed the weakest. If it weren't for the protection of various gods, humans would have been slaughtered by countless monsters.
"Gilgamesh the Magnificent, your statement seems unfounded, doesn't it?" Leo questioned, puzzled. "I don't know what it was like in the past, but in today's world, humans can be considered the weakest race."
Gilgamesh the Magnificent smiled and shook his head. "Leo, the reason you feel that way is because the current humans carry a lock within them, a lock forcibly imposed by the gods."
Speaking of this, Gilgamesh the Magnificent gritted his teeth in frustration. "If it weren't for the limitations imposed by the gods, how could the human race have fallen to such a state?"