Though being called a pawn in the game between chess players did not sound pleasant, it depended on the situation. Being a pawn in a game between two Multiverse-level big shots was, in a sense, something many people were not even qualified to be.
But clearly, that comfort was no different from driving a knife straight into Luo's heart.
If the meaning of his coming to this world was merely to become a pawn, then he would rather have no meaning at all.
"Forget it. This was my own choice."
The boundary between life and death always made people grow quickly. Faced with reality's blow, Luo instead reined in his emotions, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.
Even if he was a pawn in the game between two powerful beings, it would not change the ironclad fact that everything he had done had been guided by his own will.
Whether it was his disgust toward the disparity in power between humans and Pokemon, his belief that great power should belong to oneself, his experiments on humans and Pokemon, or sacrificing the world to summon an Evil God—every last one of those things had been his own choice. No one had forced him to do any of it.
He would not shift the blame for what he had done onto the chess players just because he was a pawn.
"How do you plan to deal with me next?"
He looked at Su Yunqing, Tony Stark, and the others from Otherworlds. His tone had returned to calm, though a slight tremble could still be heard in his voice.
Clearly, his true emotions were not as calm as he appeared.
That was only natural. Even after all he had experienced, the greed for life and fear of death born from his