This indescribable sense of contradiction left him at a loss for a time; in the end, he asked the opinions of those dead souls slumbering at the bottom of his heart.
He gave up on breaking reincarnation, gave up on liberating his own kin.
He began to indulge and revel, walking among the myriad races under all kinds of identities, beginning to blend into each group, savoring the joys and sorrows that a Void Spirit could never feel.
No matter how interesting a game is, he would grow sick of it one day; a game played countless times in the end would only make him lose all emotion.
In these reincarnations, he kept stirring up trouble for the Human Race; one could say that in all the Human Race's darkest eras there were shadows of him, pushed forward by his hand. Again and again he drove the Human Race to the brink of annihilation.
