"A Meng, do you remember that favor you owe us?" Nara abandoned the idea of taking it by force and played the emotional card.
Ke Meng's expression shifted slightly. He really hadn't forgotten.
Without their help back then, he wouldn't have known about the enormous pot overhead that increased resistance, nor would he have leveled up so quickly.
His rate of growth would have been completely different without their help.
Perhaps some would say that Ke Meng could have grown strong even without their help.
That might be true, but anyone could be wise after the fact.
The circumstances had been different then, with many options available, and Ke Meng had naturally taken the easier path.
"I remember," Ke Meng said.
Ke Meng still considered himself human. Though he could break his promise and tear away the facade of his flimsy friendship with Nara and Nina, fighting them head-on now simply wasn't worth it.
They were genuine bosses. From what his spiritual perception told him, Ke Meng's resistance was enough to withstand their attacks, but he couldn't kill them either.
Their inability to die was the biggest problem.
If the two of them chased Ke Meng every second like a pair of shrews, he would have no time to observe the world's laws of life and death.
Without a chance to observe, he would have no time to grow.
That wasn't something Ke Meng wanted to see.
"I've already finished reading this book," Ke Meng suddenly said.
He wasn't lying. Lately, he had traveled in fits and starts, observing life and death, and had read the entire Necronomicon bit by bit.
All its contents were in his head. Whether he had the Necronomicon no longer mattered. He could observe the world on his own, continually absorb knowledge, plunder resources, and