Mo Wusi's body turned back into an Illusory Dragon because of Ye Qiyan's shot.
Its race was no longer primarily Insect Race, but gradually manifested its true self.
An exultant dragon's roar burst from Mo Wusi's mouth, as though venting the pain accumulated over countless years.
Tears streamed from Mo Wusi's eyes.
It felt [Self], felt [the past].
The [Illusory Dragon] exterminated by the Insect Race appeared once again today.
But what, exactly, had caused all of this?
A question Ye Qiyan had asked it in that imaginary number space flashed through Mo Wusi's mind.
"The current you isn't entirely you, is it?"
It endured the attacks, constantly dodging, and answered:
"Having become one of the Insect Race, how could I possibly count as perfect?"
"Then do you want to change back?"
"Of course. Every single moment, I want to return to my original self, but that's no longer possible.
"Because even though I'm still Mo Wusi, even though it's still my soul, my memories, my past, my power, everything...
"The place where I was born is the Predator Empire, beside the Insect Queen. I'm nothing more than a lowly bug."
"True. But we can still give it a try."
Mo Wusi seemed to sense something.
As their beliefs clashed, for no apparent reason, it turned the Wasteland's last drop of [Illusory Dragon Race] blood into a sharp blade and sent it flying at him.
Then Villain, which Ye Qiyan had temporarily endowed with supreme status, intercepted it.
That was his attack, so the Insect Nest Will did not interfere.
There was only one drop of blood.
And only one chance.
The bullet fired from that Gene Regret Gun struck it.
Mo Wusi roared toward the sky, yet its body was gradually collapsing, disintegrating.
It was going to lose. That