Lu Qiou couldn't understand why Feister would deliberately choose this moment to publish his work. Was he trying to intentionally humiliate him? Was he flaunting his talent on purpose?
Or was it...just an unintentional act?
Just like people don't care about ants on the road, they would crush them without even noticing.
"Ha...haha!" Lu Qiou felt suffocated.
He finally realized the truth he had been avoiding all along, which was... that the life he strived for was meaningless.
He wouldn't leave behind anything; he was not the protagonist but just like those minor characters in fantasy novels who only spout nonsense, born merely as stepping stones for the hero; whether they appeared or not didn't matter.
Lu Qiou felt as if there was no difference between being alive and dead, yet the thought of his own death filled him with unspeakable fear.
Therefore, Lu Qiou once again sought the power of God—He needed a reason to keep living.
