What exactly his identity as the Demon Race Crown Prince meant to A Bao had changed at different points in his life.
He was the Demon God Emperor's successor; it was the prerequisite for becoming as powerful as his father, the Demon God Emperor; it was proof of his pure bloodline and exceptional talent; or perhaps it was something he was destined to receive...
But to A Bao now, while that identity might encompass all those explanations, it ought to be a kind of responsibility, a responsibility that led toward greatness.
In the past, he had never realized this. He had only thought he needed strength, that because of this identity, he had to possess strength before he could be like his father, the Demon God Emperor...
Then he had been arrogant and full of himself, and later, repeated failures had left him angry and irritable...
Later still, he had faced the facts, faced certain things he had once taken for granted, and looked at it all through his own eyes, without any worship.
The one he had always considered perfect was not so perfect.
Those he had always ignored were all striving to live.
What he had presumed to be gifts were torment for others.
What his past self had considered only natural were things others could only possibly achieve by exhausting every ounce of their strength...
He had always pursued something illusory, imagining how perfect it was, without ever truly looking with his own eyes.
Don't indulge in fantasies for the sake of those illusory things. Don't rationalize your mistakes for the sake of some abstract word. The demon race has never belonged to me alone. It didn't in the past, and it won't in the future.
And this identity as the Demon Race Crown Prince was a