The Meaning of Existence

There was a Chinese character, "life," unlike any script Luo had ever known.

Although it didn't look like ancient writing, Luo's guess could only lean in that direction.

"Let's say it is, for now."

Maud found it too troublesome to explain, so he simply went along with Luo's guess and classified the character as ancient writing familiar to Luo.

He slowly lowered his brush and looked down at the character he had just written.

Compared with the discarded sheets of paper he had written on before, this character looked much better.

He wasn't blindly pursuing an elegant aesthetic. Instead, he wanted to turn the weight of life into powerful strokes.

Hearing Maud's answer, Luo's face filled with astonishment.

"Maud, how do you know ancient writing..."

"I learned it from Robin. It's only one character, so why are you so surprised?"

Maud then came up with a random excuse.

"Uh..."

Luo thought of Robin, who had stayed on Thriller Bark for some time, and realized that he had overreacted.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, he shifted his gaze away from Maud's eyes and changed the subject to the character "life."

"Then what does this character... mean?"

"Life."

Maud handed Luo the sheet of paper bearing the character he had just written.

Luo was slightly taken aback. He walked over and accepted the paper from Maud.

Looking down, he saw that the ink on the character was still wet. Compared with the character on the sheet he had picked up earlier, the strokes ended with noticeably more force and looked much more pleasing.

"Life... Is there some meaning behind writing this character?"

Luo looked up at Maud.

"The 'life' in life, and the 'life' in doctor."

Maud explained with a smile.

Hearing this, Luo's eyes slowly widened. He stared blankly and said, "So this