Perhaps the answer to that question did not matter.
Before Ye Qiyan could answer.
Aloflis raised her head, a trace of helplessness showing in her distorted figure.
"Everything is over. In another twenty minutes, that divine monster outside will find this place. When its twelve pairs of eyes pierce the Treasury, the fading end will finally devour you, me, and this last remaining trace completely. Human, you gave up your final happiness."
She lowered her eyes, hoping to see the despair and unwillingness this human would show when he felt the end approaching.
It would remind her of how her master had looked before her end.
This human was so hateful... he had ruined her mission.
He was so weak, so unremarkable, and all he had needed to do was stay obediently in that world and die happy.
He clearly...
"...Why?"
Aloflis asked that question a second time.
Why was there not the slightest despair in the eyes of this human named Ye Qiyan?
Facing a powerful, certain end, why... was he not afraid?
"Aren't you afraid? Aren't you afraid of death? Of the end? Of... losing everything?"
Ye Qiyan took out a Golden Apple and bit into it. Its sweet flavor always brought such happiness. Holding his sword and gun, he answered her question. "Of course I'm afraid of losing everything. I don't like dying, either, and I like the things I own being destroyed by the end even less."
"Then why!?"
A clear shattering sound rang out through the space.
Two entirely different rings, one large and one small, appeared behind Ye Qiyan.
[Evil] and [Calamity]
[Nine] and [Four]
The Astral Sacred Crest unfurled from his body. That courage belonging to the [Golden Race] seemed to give Aloflis something to seize on in her argument.
"I understand! So