Even outsiders like them could tell from the outcome that plenty of people had known there was something wrong with those who came asking questions, but...
Even if they brought down the towering mountain looming over them, they would not necessarily be the ones to take its place.
But unless that person fell, they would not have even the slightest chance.
When a whale fell, countless lives flourished.
Anything capable of devouring that giant whale's flesh had to be at least the size of an enormous shark.
But even the scraps that slipped between those sharks' teeth could feed the medium-sized sea creatures, never mind the scavengers and microorganisms that came afterward.
Not every creature that benefited from a whale fall had contributed to the whale's death. Yet when that whale lay dying, they all gathered around, waiting for that moment to arrive.
They might even have placed a small obstacle along a route by which the whale could escape... seemingly insignificant, yet one of the factors that proved fatal.
Then how complicated would the feelings of a whale that ultimately escaped death be, faced with all those creatures surrounding it?
Perfect Baldhead had always felt that it was precisely because Young Master knew they existed that he could keep holding on so stubbornly.
Sometimes, what allowed someone to endure pain and bitterness was neither comfort from friends nor warmth from family, but the fact that their enemies were still living well.
Most importantly, as long as he held on to everything he currently possessed, he could make losers of all his enemies, and even leave them living in fear.
After all, they knew perfectly well what they had done.
Young Master might not be able to take revenge on everyone, but who would dare be certain they would not