Wang Wudi was already dead.
This was not Wu Pifu speaking empty words; he truly believed it.
That heavenly soldier named Wang Wudi had merely been a walking corpse.
A life—or, more precisely, a person—was not merely that body of flesh. It was nothing more than matter made of proteins, fats, and the like. A real person was the union of spirit and flesh, everything that belonged to them. More importantly, it depended on what they thought, what they desired, and what they did. This was also Wu Pifu's standard for defining a "person."
Jiujiu, Daphne, Beelzebub, and the Golden Tree bonsai were all people in his eyes. That was why.
He would never forget how, when he had first been weak, Jiujiu had deliberately refrained from calling for him in Week's End so as not to implicate him, choosing instead to face death alone.
That was what it meant to be human!
Back in the Redemption War, Wang Wudi had been such a heroic and bold figure, so powerful and invincible—truly worthy of the word "invincible." Even if he had betrayed an entire world and taken in the souls of those National Arts masters, not even sparing the soul of his grand-disciple Zhou Qingqing, Wu Pifu would certainly have killed him. Yet in terms of spirit, Wu Pifu would not have humiliated him. Before killing him, he might even have clasped his fists in salute.
But now... the one called Wang Wudi was nothing but a walking corpse. It was not merely because he had turned and fled the moment he saw Wu Pifu, but because all Wu Pifu saw in him was timidity and utter mediocrity.
This was due to the murals left within the I Am a Commoner Space after he had used the I Am a