Shadows covered [War]'s face, wiping away his gloomy expression.
"Those who crave war are doomed to perish..."
Endless strife and slaughter surged from the depths of his soul. Countless scenes of suffering flashed past, bloody images forming the backdrop of his memories.
Endless slaughter and warfare were his origin.
And behind war lay the despair of destruction, the disappearance of civilization after civilization, the prelude to the deaths of living beings.
Those who liked war were never any good.
They relied on force to carve out territories, gathered armies to slaughter one another, and launched war after war, fighting until planets shattered and resources ran dry.
Then they moved on to the next place, sending countless living beings to their deaths in the same way all over again.
A graveyard of planets, a burial ground for civilizations.
That was where he had been born. From the moment of his birth, he had been hated-hated by his creators, driven out by living beings, rejected by history.
"Why reject me yet create me? Isn't this the evil you yourselves wrought? All living things bring about catastrophe, yet put on an innocent face and try to beg for mercy."
[War] raised his eyes to the people from the Salvation Hall of Fame.
"Don't you find that hypocritical?"
After resting for a while, Sun Xi reached out, pointing his thumb at [War]. His finger moved with difficulty, trembling, as crimson blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
[War] sneered. "At first, you can indeed resist, but when there is no danger from outside, endless wars will still erupt within. What the hell is civilization, anyway?
"If [War] should not exist in this world, then the civilizations that create war should not exist either. No connections, no disputes, no warfare.
"What is wrong with