Dimensional Labyrinth

No matter what, Weslan and the others' plan had fallen through. But Weslan was not too disappointed. In fact, when the plan had first been proposed, he had known it was unlikely to work. There was no problem on their end; the biggest problem was Solam.

Naturally, they had thought of everything Solam could think of. This matter was far too conspicuous. If Solam had truly agreed, he and all those factions being set up would have been locked in a fight to the death. Solam's refusal was only to be expected. No one wanted to be targeted by an evil god's church.

The reason they had suggested it was simply because they held onto a faint hope. What if Solam really agreed for the sake of justice? Besides, they were not that heartless. When the time came, they would take better care of Solam. But everyone knew such protection was not foolproof. If something really went wrong, all they could do was offer their condolences. But for justice, what was wrong with making a little sacrifice? Every year, countless warriors pursuing justice gave their lives. One more Solam would not make much difference.

In their eyes, if that really happened, Solam would have died a worthy death.

That was precisely why Solam was angry. If they liked making sacrifices, then they could go do it themselves. He had never stopped them. But what right did they have to make him sacrifice himself? He was not one of them! It was like those dog lovers who insisted on forcing others not to eat dogs, as if eating dog meat were some monstrous crime, even forcing people not to sell dog meat. What kind of logic was that? If you liked dogs, then like them. What right did you have to