O'Shea's generous rhetoric failed to move either of them.
They had all fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Whatever hot blood they had once possessed should have long since run cold.
Besides, Lai Anding was still at the height of his power. Challenging her and replacing a High God—whether in the Source Abyss outside the game or within the game itself—was something with scarcely any possibility of success.
"It's hard to imagine that O'Shea, who had been the most active in rebelling against Lioz back then, would now say, 'Lioz is not our enemy.'"
Jiang Zhanguo teased:
"So you also know how to curry favor? You saw that Lioz had broken away from the Sequence, gained his own emotions and power, and felt unwilling to accept it, so you wanted to imitate him and stir something up?"
"I opposed Lioz because he usurped power, monopolized authority, ruled with brutality, waged wars year after year, suppressed dissenters, and abused his power."
O'Shea said, "Of course, the more important reason was that, as a subordinate, he imprisoned Morphedria, who had elevated me and granted me life. That was like the hatred of murdering one's father and slaughtering one's kin. How could I not seek revenge?"
"And now?"
"Now that everyone has died once, we should put aside what ought to be put aside, at least for now."
O'Shea shook his head.
"I can hardly say that I can completely let go of the resentment in my heart, but the current situation must be viewed calmly. Lioz may indeed be no good, but Lai Anding is not even a person. If we remain exploited and enslaved by Lai Anding, we won't even have the capital to fight Lioz."
"You've grown quite a bit, then. In the past,