"...Fine. If it's final, then it's final."
With that said, Fang Mo decided to give these people a billion points of intensity.
He slowly raised a hand, locking his consciousness onto the Meteorite Dagger inside his storage space, preparing to activate its trait. "Bid farewell to your pathetic mortal understanding. Next, I'll show you a miracle—Heavenly Hindrance Quake..."
Yet it was precisely at that moment.
The Major before Fang Mo unexpectedly spoke again.
"Wait, sir."
The Major looked at Fang Mo and silently pushed up his glasses. "There is something I have long wished to confirm with you, sir. Could you clear up my confusion?"
"What, already curious about how you'll die?"
Fang Mo asked flatly.
"No, no, no."
The Major immediately shook his head. "Though I am prepared for death... I do not wish to die inexplicably at your hands."
With that, the Major let out a long, sentimental sigh. "Ah, if possible, I would still like to make an effort to secure a chance at survival. After all, I lay dormant for more than half a century. Wouldn't it be far too much of a loss if I died without even launching a proper war?"
"Don't worry. You won't die."
Fang Mo smiled slightly at that, though the smile was somewhat chilling. "No one has ever dared get in my face like that. Really, you hit the jackpot today."
"Won't die?"
The Doctor beside him froze for a moment before panicking. "Y-you... don't tell me you want to turn us into Undead Creatures?!"
"Doctor, I told you to remain calm."
The Major, however, did not seem particularly surprised. "After all, this is that gentleman. Forget turning us into Undead Creatures—even if he resurrected us and killed us several more times, wouldn't that be perfectly normal?"
"Uh..."
The Doctor