Kill Vesir First

Sometimes having no way out wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Take Broken Lake Prison, for example. If Hiss hadn't committed such monstrous crimes, if Xilin hadn't pressed him step by step, Ash would never have resolved to break out. If he had felt he wouldn't be voted to death in Blood Moon Judgment, maybe he would have devoted himself wholeheartedly to retiring in Broken Lake Prison—chatting and joking with Sword Maiden at night, idly shooting the breeze with Healer by day. Wouldn't that have been much sweeter than weathering wind and rain outside with a bunch of men?

Of course, having a way out wasn't necessarily a bad thing either. For instance, precisely because Liss was already the Gospel Empress, Ash and the others had been so enthusiastic about searching for a way to cross kingdoms. Even after being thrown into a place like the Wasteland, somewhere no one would recommend reincarnating into, they hadn't felt too dejected. After all, they knew that as long as they could get back, glory and wealth were the basic package. Someone like Ash could even try premium packages like calling a deer a horse, or having his harem interfere in politics.

The meaning of a way out was that it gave you the right to say to life, "Little Speaker, I'm not playing with you anymore." I didn't lose. I just don't want to play with you. But what if you had already lost?

Ash glanced at Silver Lamp, then looked at Vishy, who was holding Fire Cat in his hand. Bloodshot fury rose in his eyes, and his unwillingness was so intense he almost ground his silver teeth to pieces!

He would rather not have this way out at all. Then he could fight Phantom Prophet to the end without any reservations,