"Sweet... Sweet Mask?!"
Xiqi cried out in shock.
What was he talking about?
Xiqi began to grow anxious.
However, Sweet Mask raised a hand to stop Xiqi. As though he would not allow anyone to question his words, his gaze remained fixed solely on Fang Li.
Fang Li, meanwhile, acted as though he had not heard Sweet Mask at all, his expression still calm.
Only Sylvia could not help but furrow her brows.
Under such circumstances, Sweet Mask spoke.
"Many people have asked me what exactly one needs in order to become a hero."
As though being interviewed, Sweet Mask closed his eyes and spoke with composed ease.
"There are many answers to that question, and I have given many of them myself. One needs a heart that longs for peace, the courage to face hardship, or strength powerful enough to resolve any disaster. There are countless possible answers, and no fixed answer can be given for every occasion."
"But among all those answers, there is one certainty."
Sweet Mask opened his eyes and looked directly at Fang Li.
"That is the justice needed to stand against all evil."
"That is what a hero is."
As he spoke, a certain emotion blazed in Sweet Mask's eyes.
That emotion was called obsession.
And it had reached the point of being somewhat extreme.
"Fang Li, you are not qualified to become a hero." Sweet Mask said without restraint. "Because in your eyes, I see not the slightest commitment to justice or hatred for evil. It is as if, no matter how great a tragedy unfolded before you, you could walk right over the corpses on the ground without batting an eye."
"Heartless."
"Cold-blooded."
"That is what you are."
Sweet Mask spoke as if delivering an impassioned speech.
"Therefore, you cannot become an