"And we, are just tools, disposable pawns, destined for destruction from the day we were born, like a patient diagnosed with a terminal illness at birth, with their death date clearly marked. Every day we live is spent in the countdown to death, do you know what that feels like?"
"What mercy? Dignity? Ambition? These things are too extravagant for us. Everything we do is merely to extend that pitiable lifespan as much as possible."
"We just want to survive, that's all. Tell me, what wrong have we done?"
The God of Chaos spoke in a calm tone, saying a lot in one breath.
The Watchman was speechless; these words were too perplexing for him to understand at the moment.
But he could feel that the other party was probably not lying, and these words indeed depicted the current state of the Divine Devouring Beast from its perspective...
"More words are useless. Since we can no longer reclaim the power of Gusha, let it vanish here," said the God of Chaos.
