Chapter 466: 261 Blood is the Currency of the Soul (4300)_3

But Casio knew, he was the rootless leaf floating aimlessly. Hastily navigating through the ordinary world, shadowing the colossal dark shadow beneath the iceberg. Engaging in fierce battles with a handful of existences, until one day he dies and rots into the soil.

What was the meaning of such a life?

He slowly closed his eyes, savoring the cool breeze.

No, there still is some meaning. At least Casio has grasped the freedom of how to die and has seen sceneries he had not seen before.

People always have one or two hobbies or interests in their lives.

Sports, music, reading...

Power, money, beauty...

Casio is slightly special, he is fond of exploring the unknowns hidden in the darkness. What is the pinnacle of Martial Arts? What is the source of dark creatures? What about the Organization? What about the fragment of the gate? What about the secret transmission of the Southern Dipper? What about the ancient civilization myth pieced together through fragmented information?