[That is false, that is true, that is Him, that is me]
Fu Qian still remembered clearly the introduction about the calamity of those who have no chance to become Gods.
And at this moment, even the seemingly pointless notes felt so fitting to the scene.
For example, the previous clash with the Crystal Tyrant, the blurring of his self-anchor.
For example, whether this Doomsday unfolded by crystal before his eyes was actually real, and everything he had seen and done in the past had been lies.
To the point that just for this single line—what exactly he would see after putting on this mask—was enough to make people so expectant—hmm?
Have to admit, the comfort level wasn't bad; it didn't feel as awkward as it looked.
Letting out a light breath in one go, without missing the slightest change around him, Fu Qian casually drew a small conclusion.
Also the only conclusion.
