Star Network's words echoed in his mind.
Di Nian Evil Spirit's consciousness avatar froze within the Mental Network.
Those words concealed a truth about an Evil Spirit Warrior's growth: they had no way back.
From the moment he entered Monster World, "forward" had been his only choice.
The same was true of all his brothers in the alliance.
Chosen to become a droplet in the dark tide, they spread in every direction from their arrival point.
Devour, grow, expand-rapidly accumulating strength like a rolling snowball.
They were a legion with one-way tickets.
The High Tower could be their supply station, or their gravestone.
He had always understood this. It was just that, as the Evil Spirit Alliance grew increasingly powerful, he had not thought about the issue for a long time.
Until now, when the Player Race's Mysterious Commander had casually drawn it out from the depths of his heart.
"In this life that will inevitably end in death, what exactly are you hesitating over?"
Di Nian Evil Spirit fell silent.
The Mysterious Commander's words forced him to face his concerns and hesitation.
They also struck at the truth he least wanted to confront.
He seemed fearless, but deep down lay something even he refused to acknowledge: his most likely ending.
Yes, he had never had a way back.
Whether he kept launching charges only to be instantly killed by the Mechanical Overlord, or risked attempting fusion.
Over a long enough timescale, his ending would most likely be death.
Descending into Monster World had always been a journey fraught with danger. Even someone as powerful as a Monarch could not escape the same fate.
Evil Eye's analysis was right. The risks of fusion did exist, and the Players might indeed use it to plunder his power and that of the