I Am Not This World's Hero. I Am Only Your Hero

When he asked with a hint of concern, a flicker of emotion finally appeared on the young woman's usually moon-cold, beautiful face:

"I..."

She did not know what to say.

Yet Su Wen seemed to understand what she meant.

So he merely smiled and placed a piece of Kue Lapis into her mouth.

Then, seeing the coquettish look in her eyes, he could not help but continue gently:

"If you think the outcome is good, then there was nothing wrong with what you did.

Power itself has no distinction between good and evil.

Even the abyss is the same. It is merely the difference between order and disorder.

So,

perhaps this world does not truly have the 'Philosopher King' Plato spoke of.

In Aristocles Plato's view: 'A philosopher's wisdom should guide politics, while a politician's power should be used to realize philosophical ideals.'

But that kind of illusory beauty and absolute rationality may never exist.

And precisely because of that,

we are human."

Hearing Su Wen's somewhat sophistical answer,

Jiang Menghan gently ate the dessert before giving her answer in a slightly subdued voice:

"But the power of misfortune cannot be controlled.

At least,

I cannot control it."

The handsome Scholar gazed slowly out at the boundless sea beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

"That is why,

I have no objection to merely treating it as a trump card."

At that moment, the waves around Bali Island shimmered beneath the light, like fragments of a galaxy scattered across the sea.

As night quietly descended, Bali Island, Indonesia, slowly unveiled its nighttime veil.

The distant mountains were draped in a gauzy curtain of darkness, their outlines turning soft and mysterious, as though nature's gentlest brushstrokes had painted tranquil scenes across the silent night sky.

Lights gradually sparkled to life above Denpasar.

They