To explore higher forms of intelligence, I was willing to give everything. Whether it meant blowing up planets, destroying stars, or wiping out entire star systems, if even the slightest academic progress could be made afterward, then those lowly lifeforms that lost their lives could be said to have died for a worthy cause.
You could say I had lost my humanity, or that I was morally bankrupt, but so what? Everything came at a price. Especially scientific exploration—no matter what was done or what price had to be paid, it was all worthwhile for science.
I once believed that seeking the truth of science was my lifelong pursuit. Yet after meeting her... I realized that besides academic research and the pursuit of truth, there was something else worth caring about—love.
For a god like me, speaking of such things might sound rather laughable, but...
She was so different. Though she was a god, she retained her true self. It was she who stirred ripples across the lake of my heart, which had lain still for who knew how many ages.
She was the bright moon in the clear night sky, while I was the setting sun buried beneath dark clouds.
She was a noble angel with a pure and kind heart, while I... had blood on my hands and inspired fear. Behind my back, others called me the God of Death.
An angel... and the God of Death... Heh~
Casting aside his wild thoughts, Karl raised his head to look at Liang Bing again. His lips curved slightly as he said softly, "So, Liang Bing, what did you come here to learn from me today?"
He was refined and gentle, brimming with the air of a scholar.
After studying him with furrowed brows for a moment, Liang Bing drew