Kou Ying frowned deeply. "No death?"
Lou Guanshan rubbed his chin. "If there's Eternal Life, are new lives still being born?"
Under these circumstances, there were probably as few as could possibly be.
In a world where death did not exist, did the birth of life really still have any meaning?
The two looked at each other, the feeling of being watched clearer than ever.
Well, we've been marked.
Amid the jumble of voices, Kou Ying's voice pierced the entire space as he abruptly asked a question.
"If death existed, would you truly be willing to give up Eternal Life?"
His voice was not shrill. It flowed gently past everyone's ears, yet seemed to ring out deep within their souls, pointing straight at their hearts.
It pierced their outward shells, disregarded their surface words, and drove precisely into the depths of their souls.
The "of course" on the tips of their tongues would not come out.
Lou Guanshan spread his hands. "See? When it really comes to dying and giving up Eternal Life, you're unwilling again."
Someone who had been so adamant just moments ago instinctively retorted, leaning inside the pitch-black cage with a sneer.
"You said 'if' yourselves. You know it's impossible, too. What concept of death do we even have in our heads? Even if you put it that way, we've already forgotten what death means."
It was not fear, but ignorance.
Whether so-called death was an unconscious oblivion like deep sleep or the pain of ending an illusory dream, no one knew.
The man in the cell closed his eyes. Eternal Life had already stripped him of too many memories and taken too many treasures from him.
The high spirits and unwavering integrity he had once possessed, that courage born of believing he could change the world