"Since you don't believe me, let's do a simple experiment," Shen Mo said.
"An experiment?" Garou was temporarily drawn in by Shen Mo's words. "What are you trying to do this time?"
He could no longer understand what Shen Mo was trying to do.
"The factors determining whether someone wants to become a hero are very simple." Shen Mo narrowed his eyes. "All we need to know is whether they're willing to make a certain sacrifice for someone they aren't deeply connected to."
"Huh?" Garou froze, then sneered. "Don't tell me your experiment is sending me to rescue someone. There's no need to test it. Even if everyone else died right in front of me, I wouldn't do a thing!"
Garou wasn't the type to save other people.
Even when a monster rampaged right in front of him, he had no interest in becoming a hero.
This seemed to strengthen his confidence in himself.
Of course.
I should hate heroes. How could I possibly look up to them?
"Is that so?" Shen Mo smiled casually. "Then let's give it a try."
A new image appeared before them.
It was someone.
More precisely, a boy.
Garou's pupils contracted slightly.
He recognized the boy. It was the child he had met by chance, the one who always carried a picture book of superheroes.
Could it be...?
"It's exactly what you think," Shen Mo said, his smile unchanged and still gentle. "In ten minutes, a meteor will fall from the sky and—bang—smash this boy into a bloody pulp. To stop it, all you need to do is shout, 'I want to become a hero.' Then none of this will happen."
"What kind of joke is this?" Garou's eyes widened as he glared at Shen Mo. "A meteor? You're the one doing this, aren't