Shen Minghe cursed:
"Get lost, get lost! If I were a coward, I wouldn't have signed up in the first place!"
Wang Ce chuckled:
"If we can trade our lives for a Demon God, that's one hell of a bargain!"
"I'm Chaoshan Ren. They'd have to give me a whole page of my own in the genealogy at the ancestral hall. I'd bring glory to my ancestors!"
"I've already thought up the citation: with a mortal body, he took down a god!"
"How's that? Pretty cool, right?"
Shen Minghe said:
"You've been reading too many novels, haven't you?"
"Hurry up and uninstall that Red Persimmon novel app. Thinking about that right before battle..."
Wang Ce laughed heartily.
"You've got to have dreams."
"If I die, I won't have to worry about my family. I just feel a little bad for Mom and Dad. I haven't been a dutiful son to them."
"If we get through this battle without having to act, I'm definitely going to do more for them when I get back."
"Damn it, I never thought about it before. I just thought they nagged too much. Now that I'm older, looking back, I really was a bastard. All I ever did was make them worry."
As he spoke, his gaze fell to his hand, where a photograph appeared.
It was a family portrait sealed inside a transparent protective layer.
In the picture, his father wore a stiff smile. His mother stood beside him, smiling kindly, her hand resting on his arm.
The channel fell silent.
A few seconds later, Wang Ce realized something was wrong.
"Old Shen, why aren't you saying anything?"
Only after a moment did Shen Minghe speak.
"I'm pretty envious of you."
"My parents died right at the start of Doomsday."
"Back then, the South