"You and Joy Boy are different."
Imu's words were as cold as winter, and his eyes resembled the seabed abysses blasted open by Uranus.
"He was too optimistic, and too kind. By comparison, you have no morals at all! You aren't doing this to save the world."
Imu continued to berate Shane with an air of superiority.
For a great villain about to destroy the world, he certainly made himself sound righteous.
That instead left Shane in the position of being condemned.
"If you weren't destroying the world, would I need to save it?"
"All you do is spout bullshit. It's been over three years. It's been so long since I found someone to curse out. This really feels great."
This was genuinely the first time Shane had heard such an absurd argument.
If a god wanted to destroy the world, the hero was supposed to beg that god for mercy, while those humans would blame him for angering the god.
What kind of logic was that?
Since the god wanted to destroy the world, that god had become a devil. And since humans turned around and condemned another human, those humans were clearly the devil's messengers.
What the hero should do was wipe out every devil and become a god himself!
Those heroes who moved themselves to tears and knelt before devils to preserve the world were fundamentally no different from apostles of devils.
"Kill you, and this world gains at least another thirty years. If this planet can't survive for long, if a day inevitably comes when natural disasters erupt in full, all the tectonic plates collide, and floods and tsunamis destroy the world, there will still be time to relocate most of humanity."
Shane knew that the humans who came before had not wasted their time. They