บท 901: A Pure Flower

An honest question Varian always asked himself was regarding his death. Even with things as miraculous as the slivers, living forever was unlikely. Even if he grew strong to a point he couldn't even imagine, he might not transcend death.

But perhaps he wouldn't even grow that strong. His journey might end abruptly like that of many geniuses.

If that's the case, then how would you like your story to end?

…How do you want to die?

'A battle.' Was Varian's honest answer. It didn't matter if he won or lost, all it mattered was he fought with everything he had.

For a man with such conviction, fainting abruptly and sleeping until his death was perhaps the worst end.

When he started fainting a few days ago and knew it'd be like this until his time ran out, Varian was so vexed that he didn't think it could get any worse.

But it did. And it got way worse than he could've imagined.