"As long as I'm here, there's hope for the human world?"
In the small courtyard, Ali gently swayed in the rattan chair, recalling someone's words from just moments ago, spoken without a hint of hesitation. A trace of realization flickered in her eyes: "Quite confident, aren't we."
"This world isn't hopeless, as long as I'm here... the world itself exists!"
Another person's words flashed through Ali's mind, that individual had been just as confident back then, which was why at the time, eighty percent of the reincarnating demons were serving him.
Nobody understood where his charisma came from, nor why everyone believed his wild claims.
He really was formidable back then, almost as if nothing could stop him.
Ali reminisced about that era, the time closest to hope. During their most successful moments, all reincarnating demons, including herself and Mister Hua Pi, even began to dream of their own futures.
But he still died...
