On Douluo Star, Tang Le clutched his head and wailed. As scene after scene unfolded on the light screen, memories from ten thousand years ago gradually resurfaced in his mind.
"What's wrong? Don't scare me!"
Seeing him like this, Tang Le's manager was so frightened that she did not know what to do.
Only after a long while did Tang Le recover. By then, all his memories had returned.
"You're all right now, aren't you?"
"I'm fine. I just remembered some things. Sigh!"
Tang Wulin had regained his memories, but his heart was filled with mixed emotions. The scene on the light screen of Tang Hao hammering the Abyssal Sage King to death was exactly the same as in his memories.
He should have been proud of his grandfather, yet how could he feel proud now?
The Ten-Thousand Year Plan! How many lives had been fed into a plan spanning ten thousand years? It was simply impossible to count.
And his entire family would likely have to bear the burden of those countless lives.
Tang Hao, Tang San, and Tang Wutong probably did not care in the slightest.
After all, in their eyes, what difference was there between mortals and ants? Just as humans did not care how many ants died in a day, gods did not care how many mortals died.
If some mortals could help the gods accomplish a plan, they would feel perfectly justified in believing that those mortals had died worthwhile deaths.
It was like laboratory animals in human hands. Humans also believed that those experimental animals had died worthwhile deaths by contributing to humanity.
But humans were not animals, after all. They could not continue to accept such calculations and disregard.
Tang Wulin could not completely ignore the lives lost because of the Ten-Thousand Year