"The task is heavy, and the road is long," Menia said in somewhat unpracticed Chinese.
"If I succeed this time, perhaps I can eliminate the black dragon's threat. At least... secure a chance," Lu Mingfei said slowly.
"All right, but you still haven't directly answered my friend's question." Menia looked strange. "Who exactly are you? I thought whoever ultimately killed the black dragon ought to be the finest of Dragon Slayers, armed with the most outrageous, fantastical scientific weapons. But you..."
"If someone rose from humble beginnings, grew rapidly in a short time, and defeated one great figure after another in a chaotic age, what sort of being would you consider him?" Lu Mingfei asked.
"A child of fate, like a terminator the god of fate cast down into the world after growing weary of worldly affairs," Menia said, following his instincts.
"Like splitting bamboo: once the first few joints break, the rest yield to the blade," Lu Shanyan, who had remained silent, added. "Such figures often emerge in turbulent times when social order collapses. They generally possess the talents of both strategists and leaders. They are founders of nations."
"What if fate doesn't exist? What if the war isn't an internal conflict within a single species?" Lu Mingfei continued. "Wars between humans always have a victor, and that victor must be human. But wars between species are different."
"Your conditions are far too stringent and literal. If you insist on putting it that way, then it would be a miracle, I suppose. Are you saying you're that miracle?" Menia frowned.
"Not a miracle, nor anything that represents glory or prestige," Lu Mingfei said. "He is an agent, the force that carries struggle through to the end. Even if the ending is full of regrets and hard to accept, as