Could an attack directly infuse emotions? Could even demigods be strongly affected?
So when this Melee Mage spoke, was it also a case of words becoming law?
"Have you ever, even for a moment, wondered if you might be the Chosen One? That everyone else was just a soulless character, and existed only for your sake?"
Looking at this example of a group of extraordinary beings crying and groaning as they were trampled into the dirt, Fu Qian clicked his tongue in admiration.
A high-tier advancement at lightning speed, a Mythical Form right off the bat, and both physical and magical damage? A console player couldn't ask for more.
"Professor Fu, you're joking. How could I ever have such an egotistical thought..."
Although she was already used to the bodyguard's style, his three questions, delivered so solemnly at such a serious moment, had rather ruined the mood.
Seeing that even the research assistant, eyes still closed, couldn't hide the smile at the corner of her mouth, Wen Li's face took on a hint of embarrassment.
"I won't lie and say that my Supernatural Path has been full of hardships or anything. The truth is, what I've seen just in the past few days has made me realize that the torment I once thought was worse than death was nothing at all..."
With a faint sigh, her words sounded quite sincere.
"Compared to so many people who've worked hard, my experiences have been so fortunate they hardly seem real. The part my own efforts played in them was pitifully small.
"As for the idea that power is also a curse, I won't deny it outright, but I'll never use that as an excuse to feel more at ease with myself... I really am an incredibly lucky person, and I'm prepared to