I'm doing this for your own good. How could I possibly harm you? Why can't you appreciate a good thing?
As those nightmare-like words—words that could send anyone's blood pressure through the roof—echoed in Merlin's ears, she felt that if Evenson truly defined himself as human and intended to contribute to all humanity and the entire world... then all she could say was... who knew what sins Earthlings had committed in their past lives to deserve this retribution in this one.
A being who was clearly Superman, yet insisted on identifying himself as human—wasn't that a textbook case of confused self-awareness? And then he stripped normal people of their human status, planning to elevate those he had unilaterally demoted to quasi-humans back into humans according to his own standards. Wasn't that just a lucid lunatic?!
Actually, that hardly mattered anymore. If Evenson truly became the standard for advancement, and there were more than seven billion Sorcerers on one planet... that would be enough to stage an epic war between the Twisted Nether and the Warp. Whether he was crazy or not would no longer be important.
Melinda knew that lucid lunatics like this often focused on results. They flattened everyone into categories, decentralized everything, forced their way in from some bizarre angle, and rapidly unleashed a series of quick, efficient blows.
For example, when an ordinary person came across a short video full of negative energy, at most they would put down their phone, smoke a cigarette, and calm down. Evenson might sigh, "Heh, the mortal world has grown filthy again," and then cleanse the mortal world.
Or perhaps he would decide that everyone deserved a happy life, so he would turn everyone into brains in jars, upload all human consciousness into a computer matrix, and let them live out