"This..."
Meng Chao could not answer Lü Siya's question.
Indeed, even without the Monster Civilization, humanity had long since divided into different classes of "Jackals, Wolves, Tigers, and Leopards" and "Pigs, Dogs, Oxen, and Sheep." Exploitation, enslavement, and slaughter between the classes had never ceased over the past several millennia—nor would they likely cease in the near future, even until the moment before ultimate destruction descended.
"So, are you truly, one hundred percent, the Lü Siya I know?"
Meng Chao stared into her profound eyes, trying to find traces of a banshee with long green hair within the darkness in their depths.
The banshee smiled and countered, "And you? Are you truly, one hundred percent, the Meng Chao I know?"
Without waiting for Meng Chao to answer, she shook her head and continued, "In my opinion, this question is meaningless.
"None of us is the person we were yesterday, or even the person we were a second ago.
"Every second, our bodies undergo constant metabolism. We continuously absorb energy, matter, and information from the outside world; the cells within us constantly weaken and die, then turn into all kinds of waste and are endlessly excreted.
"Our thoughts undergo subtle or violent changes every moment. What we hated yesterday may become what we are passionate about today; convictions that seemed indestructible yesterday may become curses that pierce us to the bone today. Yesterday's hero may become today's demon, and today's demon may, through some coincidence in the future, save something.
"Take my grandfather, Lü Zhongqi, and Yun Feidian, the man at the helm of Thunder Cloud Technology. Were they demons from the very beginning, sworn to destroy Dragon City and slaughter countless innocents?
"Of course not.
"At the beginning, they were heroes too, warriors who sincerely wanted to save everything.
"In