"You are already strong enough."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, you know you have a soft heart, but you didn't choose to give up, did you? Recognizing your own weaknesses is a good thing, much better than some arrogant fools. If you were to cry and whine to me about how terrible it is and how you can't take it anymore and don't want to do it, then you would truly be weak."
"Then... Mr. Duanmu..."
Mary looked at Duanmu Huai curiously. At this moment, his fierce face seemed to be filled with a touch of contemplation.
"Why are you able to keep going? I mean all of this... destroying the Evil God, eliminating the Aliens, fighting for the Tribunal... Sorry, I don't know how to put it, but I want to know, what made you start doing this?"
"Hmm..."
Hearing Mary's question, Duanmu Huai fell silent, and right at this moment, the waiter came over with a brand new dish, placed it in front of Duanmu Huai, and then carefully left.
"To be exact? I don't want to die."
".........huh?"
