"I would rather save all races that live on the face of this world than learn some knowledge, dear uncle."
Even though his words did not directly mention humanity and he would not work for them unless it was the humans he cared about, he could feel and realize at the same time that he was truly beginning to return to that old heroic demeanor, that spirit.
That muffled, exhausting, mind-boggling, and painful path... That heroic path that shattered one's soul while others smiled at you—it was more difficult than anything else.
That was why Atlas wished to destroy both the devil worshippers and the angel worshippers instead of saving everyone, hoping to create a future where he would no longer need to be a hero.
He could have been a person who just went on with his life, perhaps finding the woman he loved again and waiting for the end of his life as a happy person.
Or he could turn into one of those adventurers who clean open dungeons again and again, living life to the fullest.
