Chapter 1845: After the Apocalypse
"How could that be?"
Meng Chao instinctively retorted, "How could Teacher Lei possibly be a defeatist?"
"If Lei Zongchao wasn't a defeatist, then why did he refuse to shoulder greater responsibility back then, hiding in the Superhuman Tower for decades instead?"
Lü Siya said, "I imagine that, with his extraordinary ability to deduce possibilities surpassing everyone of his era, he must have repeatedly extrapolated Dragon City's future. Yet every future led to destruction, every struggle was futile, and every effort to resolve the crisis instead became a catalyst accelerating it, or even the crisis itself. That was why, in despair, he hid away to live out the rest of his days, wasn't it?"
"No, impossible. Teacher Lei is absolutely not that kind of defeatist!"
Flames surged in Meng Chao's eyes.
He was unwilling to accept either the doomed fate of destruction or the notion that even Lei Zongchao, the dignified "Martial God" and one of humanity's finest, had bowed his head before fate. He declared loudly, "Even if the probability of the apocalypse arriving is 99.99%, Teacher Lei would still rack his brains, brave fire and water, and do everything in his power to fight for that 0.01% hope. I firmly believe that!"
"See? Aren't you admitting that Dragon City Civilization is more likely doomed than not, and that its chances of surviving the future do not exceed 0.01%? And you still say you're not a defeatist!"
Unexpectedly, Lü Siya's mention of Lei Zongchao had merely been a feint. She turned the topic back to Meng Chao and pressed her advantage with a smile. "Do you know what attracts me most about you? When everyone else—whether foolish college students, battle-hardened veterans, or regional overlords wielding superhuman strength—holds stupidly optimistic expectations for the future, only you