"I created this aberration from the lingering wills of hundreds of civilians. The concept of a lingering will is quite simple."
"You just make the civilians endlessly oscillate between pain and pleasure. After they die, a trace of their consciousness remains in the corpse."
"Then, you gather these consciousnesses, stir up their resentful energy, and an aberration is formed."
"Unfortunately, it seems I failed as well. Their consciousnesses are too chaotic, making it impossible to produce a single, independent being. Of course, I did make some progress. Their collective instinct is more like a mind, but in the end, it's still just an instinct."
As Wang Tianxing described these various cruel methods, he spoke as if he were discussing some trivial, unimportant matter.
Shen Bai's eyes narrowed. "You're even more cruel than the Sect Leader."
The Sect Leader's evil, at least, had a source.
Yet Wang Tianxing described his own methods as a form of justice.
