If it had been other cult leaders saying that, it would be nothing more than coaxing people to their deaths.
Those people shout noble slogans, holding knives in their hands, stabbing always into others' chests.
But this person is different.
He really even risked his own life.
Before he knew about Jeming's existence, if he wanted to run, with his mastery over this Alternate Space, those three from the Commander Association couldn't catch him at all.
But he didn't!
To personally acquire the final data, he stood here, within this Alternate Space he created with his own hands.
The Soul has already begun to fuse strangely, consciousness irreversibly fading away.
And his purpose is not for power and wealth, nor for any worldly "interests".
He truly believes everything he does is so humanity can escape the shadows brought by the strange occurrences.
Jeming lowered his head, looking at the black notebook in his hand, storing it into his Inner Grotto Heaven.
