But the moment the words left her mouth, Pearl's expression flickered.
For that brief instant just now, she had genuinely sought advice from this Fictional Historian—not because she needed to maintain her disguise.
But then Pearl realized that the man holding a doll before her was, on the surface, not the omnipotent Miraculous Forger. As an Intelligent Machine, why had she felt such blind dependence the instant she encountered danger?
For a moment, Pearl was rather surprised by the inexplicable trust she felt toward this stranger.
"It's not that big a problem. Undying Path, throw me your hat." Standing firm amid the branch attacks that came like a barrage of bullets, Chen Li held out a hand to Undying Path.
"Huh?" Undying Path froze for a moment, but obediently took off his hat and tossed it to Chen Li.
"Alright. Now you can rush up there and blow yourself up with him." Chen Li steadily caught the hat, brushed off the dust, and gave Undying Path a dazzling smile.
"You... you're really allowing me to rush up there and die?" Undying Path paused, then asked tentatively.
He had originally thought Chen Li wanted his hat so he could use some marvelous method to stop him from killing himself.
Maybe he had truly misunderstood Chen Li. Perhaps he was not as "headstrong" as Pearl had said. Or perhaps... Chen Li was genuinely willing to let him end his life in such a heroic fashion and go peacefully to his death.
"Of course." Chen Li nodded, his tone sincere.
"Good! Then I won't hold back. I never thought this old wolf would kill three Emanators in his lifetime. This life of mine has been worth it!" A wild grin spread across Undying Path's face as the shadow power throughout his body began