"I..." The grotesque face of the Definite Victory Monster stiffened.
"Because you're not definite victory—in the eyes of humans or abnormalities alike, you're nothing more than an insignificant existence.
Your so-called rebellion against fate, your desire to win—it's all just self-deception. You don't dare to face true powerhouses, nor compete with them. So you numb yourself instead, theatrically carving the words 'Definite Victory' on your forehead."
Qin Shou scoffed and turned away, unwilling to waste another word.
"Stop! What do you mean by that!"
Seeing Qin Shou leave, the Definite Victory Monster roared in anger and shame.
"Just a failure. Not worthy of battling a king."
"Damn it! Stop! I'll kill you—!"
The Definite Victory Monster surged toward Qin Shou with an endless stream of grey particles. Yet Qin Shou's body seemed to exist in another dimension, impervious to the monster's frenzied attacks.
"Stop! I said stop... I'm begging you, please stop!"
