Chương 1774: Burn (2)

Control. 

Control. 

It was a word he repeated again and again in his mind. He was so unwilling about everything. Unwilling that so much was up to luck. Unwilling that his temperament was meaning. Unwilling that… even his unwillingness was probably a sham. 

If he had another personality, would he care so much? Didn't that mean that even his unwillingness was worthless? 

There had to be something to grasp onto. 

The only path left seemed to be death. Why bother to hold on to such a worthless life? 

But Ryu had experienced death once before. 

He hated it. 

It was the one thing that connected all of his lives, the one thread that formed a line between them all. 

Whether he was a homeless man in the streets, a worthless talent of a rich family, a monk who desired and wanted for nothing… 

It didn't matter. 

The one thing he hated no matter what was death.