Though Lu Mingfei had resolved to clear this ultimate dungeon at Lu Mingze's urging, the shred of reason he had left told him that he was barely stronger than an ordinary person now. At best, he could wrestle with Chu Zihang before Blood Rage. Thrown before the Dragon Raja kings, he would not even count as a dish.
"I still have three-quarters of my life left, right? The time with the White King doesn't count?"
Lu Mingze gave an affirmative answer. "That's right. That time was my mistake, so it doesn't count. But don't expect me to settle everything just because you give me a quarter of your life, brother. You can only rely on yourself for the final Boss—even if you gave me all three-quarters you have left, it would be useless. That's beyond my capabilities."
"I know." Lu Mingfei's voice was calmer than he had expected. "I just wanted to ask what I should use those three-quarters for. Do you have any suggestions?"
A look of surprise appeared on Lu Mingze's face, as though he had seen something rare. "Brother, that doesn't sound like you. You haven't even reached the end of the road, yet you want to use it right away?"
Lu Mingfei fell silent for a moment before saying, "Once bitten, twice shy. If I'd been more decisive last time, Erii wouldn't have left me. Hesitation leads to defeat."
"But being decisive might mean throwing your life away." Lu Mingze tilted his head as he looked at him, misty light reflected in his golden pupils. "Aren't you afraid I'll screw you over?"
"Would you?"
"No."
"I trust you." Lu Mingfei looked straight into Lu Mingze's eyes as he spoke earnestly, neither avoiding his gaze nor hesitating.
The corners of Lu Mingze's lips curved upward. It was