Kelon sat quietly. He had never expected Mo Qiong to actually survive.
Such powerful intuition—the instinct to make the right choice in an instant—was one of the qualities required of a Society President.
Although it seemed baseless, a Society President truly needed unparalleled judgment.
Whether it was intuition or luck, in any case, a truly unlucky person could never become the Society President.
Someone with this potential was not necessarily the Society President, but the Society President absolutely had to possess it.
"Mo Qiong, come back. I have something to tell you... I don't have much time left."
As Kelon spoke, Mo Qiong said through Che Yun's Mental Power connection, "Short of bringing my own head back, there's no way I can shoot myself."
As ridiculous as it sounded, Mo Qiong currently had no way to stop himself from flying toward the sun.
The arrow would either reach its destination or be shot again by Mo Qiong halfway there.
In other words, Mo Qiong had to shoot himself again.
But in his normal state, he had no way to shoot himself. He could only make use of his regenerative traits, using an operation like chopping off his head to shoot himself.
"But I don't have much happiness left. I feel like my personality has already changed." Mo Qiong said.
He shot his head over, then regenerated his body. His original body was discarded outright, which was equivalent to creating a body from nothing. That would consume another huge amount of happiness, and could very likely cause his personality to twist completely.
By comparison, Mo Qiong could actually survive for a very long time drifting in space.
An ordinary person could last at most thirty seconds in space before dying from decompression sickness. The air and moisture in their body would