Perfect Life: ...
He gave a bitter smile and touched his face. Although Sin still spoke in that absurdly outrageous way, he could understand what Sin meant.
At this moment, his face—the most perfect face in the world—had become vastly different from before.
Though still handsome, a trace of black energy now lingered amid that beauty.
His once-high nose bridge looked even more prominent now, because his eye sockets had sunk deep, making him look as if he had not slept for days.
His entire body gave off an air of decadence and weakness. He no longer resembled the "perfect template of humanity" he had once been.
"Heh, seeing me like this, you must really look down on me."
"Mm, I do." Lu Ce nodded calmly.
The conversation had reached a point where it was difficult to continue. After a brief silence, Lu Ce went on.
"Is it because of your divine power? It's affecting you that badly? I get the feeling you've always resisted the power of despair."
Perfect Life nodded silently.
He was currently Despair's spokesperson, and the power he had obtained belonged to Despair. Yet that gloomy, vicious power was simply incompatible with him.
Whether it was Xie Antong and Joy, or Sun and War, they had all found something within their own personalities that had always resembled their divine power. Only then could they absorb it and improve so quickly.
But Perfect Life's old dictionary had never even contained the word despair. He had rarely experienced even frustration!
He found it extremely difficult to accept that power. He even found its very flavor exceptionally repulsive.
Lu Ce offered no judgment on his current state. He swept his gaze over him from head to toe and said flatly,
"Looking like this, your strength must have dropped badly.