Rod didn't expect Asa to come up with this; he really hadn't thought about such a thing and couldn't help but ask:
"You don't plan to let the Black Fog engulf all living beings and let darkness rule the world?"
Asa sneered coldly:
"Sir Rod, during the time trapped in the Dream Realm, I studied my soul countless times. My thoughts gradually broke free from the restraints of instinct, like a hot iron block immersed in ice water, calming down. When I looked back at it all, I found it so awkward and contradictory."
Rod frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
Asa's soul swelled and spoke with an extremely sarcastic tone:
"As an immortal soul, I've reincarnated countless times. With each rebirth, I tread the same path—betrayal, hiding, scheming—and ultimately killed either by humans or by monsters from a ruined city, or eroded and corrupted by the Black Fog, drifting back to the Spirit Realm until the next soul forms."
"But what does all this mean?"
