บท 722: Choice

Varian filled the goblet and sipped the dark red wine.

The strong drink exploded in his mouth and burnt his throat. The bitter taste was exactly similar to what he was feeling.

"Master, his life isn't in danger anymore," Boo said as it entered the bar room.

Varian nodded lightly in response and pointed to the exquisite wine bottle. "Bring three more."

"Even if you're a level 7, it'll be too much," Boo said in a worried tone.

"Haa~" Varian sighed deeply and looked out of the window.

The purple sky planetoid continued to shrink in his vision as they pulled further and further away.

With a complicated gaze, he said. "I want to be drunk."

Even though he accomplished his goals, instead of feeling accomplished, he was left feeling empty, even a bit resentful.

But resentful against what?

Against the weak him who couldn't protect Sia and became responsible for this whole mission to start?

Against the vile Xanders that caused her so much pain?

Against the abyssals?

Or…

'Fuck everything.'