Wenren Sheng swept his gaze across the Hero Network.
The true decisive battle had actually begun the moment he entered the script.
He had already realized this.
If he contacted the Seed of Mystery and woke up from this script, he would win.
Otherwise, he would remain asleep forever, until the day he naturally wasted away.
This was extremely dangerous.
He had not told Zhao Han. After all, once that fool knew, she could only worry even more.
His true opponent was his own heart.
Not anyone else.
Not the Tartars, not the realm, and not the people's support.
Compared with his heart, all those things were far too small.
It was like an Ordinary Person. For the vast majority of people, their lifelong opponent was themselves.
Those rivals they had once thought so important would gradually disappear as life went on.
The problem was how to wake up.
"Should I satisfy my own heart?"
When someone became immersed in dreams, it was because there were things in reality that could only be found in dreams.
Just like people addicted to online games.
Wenren Sheng reflected on his own heart, wondering what else remained unsatisfied.
The next moment, he gave the order. "Mobilize the army. March straight on Eastern Cold. Leave not a blade of grass."
Don't talk to me about humanity. Don't talk to me about righteousness. At this moment, there was only one word in his heart:
Kill.
Use killing to satisfy what had once gone unsatisfied.
Yet two hours after the order was issued, his heart changed again.
"Spare the women and children. Those who have never invaded us may also be spared."
That was how the heart worked. One moment it wanted to destroy the universe; the next, it wanted to become a Saintly Hero.
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