A savior?
Pan Long didn't mind being a savior. If anything, he welcomed it.
Few people in the world would turn down the chance to be a savior. Why else did the protagonists of most adventure games with sweeping plots and grand spectacles end up playing that role?
Of course, one kind of rice fed a hundred kinds of people. Some were drawn to darker impulses, but he wasn't one of them.
After a moment's thought, he agreed to the request to spread the Refinement Method far and wide.
The moment he gave his word, Big Horn was overjoyed.
Earlier, when he had used the refinement method to weaken the Psychic Infection in his body, he had seemed unconcerned. He truly wasn't afraid to die.
But not fearing his own death didn't mean he could calmly watch countless others die, or watch the world slide toward ruin without a tremor in his heart.
Quite the opposite. Every person of insight in this world lived with pain and helplessness.
Everyone was searching for a way to fight Psychic Infection. Everyone was willing to pay any price.
Now Pan Long's decision would save countless people with Psychic Infection, perhaps even this world, which was slowly collapsing under the disaster.
Big Horn was so moved that he had no idea how to express himself.
"To take part in such a great undertaking is my honor," he said from the heart. "Words can't express my gratitude. Please accept my highest respect!"
With that, he dropped to his knees before Pan Long.
The tall, burly Oni meant to kiss Pan Long's boots in the humblest posture he could assume, to show the gratitude in his heart.
Pan Long was deeply uncomfortable with that. He dodged aside in a flash.
Across two lifetimes, he had hardly