"Originally, I could have become a sage, but the Godkin trapped me here and kept me firmly restrained."
"I held on alone for thousands of years. After my death, the Godkin uprooted my entire race… My whole life was ruined by the Godkin."
He paused, and his voice sank lower.
"Sometimes, I wonder why I was given this talent at all. Wouldn't it have been better to be an ordinary person? Birth, aging, sickness, and death would only last a few hundred years. How could there be so much suffering?"
He looked at Daniel, a trace of hope in his eyes.
"If you fight the Godkin, they will not let you off easily. I only hope that you… kill a few more Godkin. That will be enough. I can no longer change anything. I might as well calmly walk toward death."
Death?
But you are clearly filled with unwillingness.
If there were still a chance, how could you give up?
Daniel did not believe it.
"Are you truly willing to die?"
"I mean, what if you could continue fighting?"
Daniel suddenly asked.
