As if his soul were being questioned, Cass's words completely froze Arad, halting his preparation to break through, and leaving the greatsword stuck in the white mist barrier.
Cass continued, "You're denying that you're human, but humans are inherently incomplete. Whether you're born cold-hearted or inherently evil, you're still 'human.' Denying your own humanity based on your birth and upbringing is perfectly normal. But to refuse to accept yourself and forcibly accept things that clash with your true self will..."
Click!
This time, it wasn't the sound of the white gas barrier shattering.
Adela slowly lowered her head and saw that her chest had a large crack, like glass.
He cracked...
“Broken,” Cass said, uttering the last two words.
"I..."
Adela reached out, her hand trembling as she approached her chest, her gaze gradually becoming unfocused.
"A failure."
A strange sound, as loud as a great bell, appeared in Adela's ears.
It was a short, nobleman, who was staring at him with a blank expression.
Yes, he was a failure.
He was the first weapon man to be tested on Moe Island.
He was the only one among the first batch of test subjects to survive, but like them, he was a failure.
Because it was a failed experiment, it possessed some independent thought of its own.
He was happy when he was born as 'Weapon Man'. The Jazz gave him a new life, and he wanted to serve the Jazz and dedicate his life to protecting them.
But this idea was quickly shattered.
The jazz never looked at him, acting as if he didn't exist, letting him roam freely on his island.
But the more freedom he had, the more he saw.
Before long, the 'finished products' appeared.
They are his relatives.
Adela was overjoyed; he finally had a companion.
"Hey, let's play together."
When Adela spoke these words to his kin with high hopes, the response he received was only cold silence.
These 'finished products' are even more 'weapons' than he is; they possess thought, yet are as if they have no thought at all.
Their sole purpose is to be used and then scrapped.
This filled Adela with a deep sense of fear.
Why?
Why did they turn out this way?
They too are regulated by the human body; they are also living beings. Why are they treated as tools?
Why should his kind be treated as consumables, bought and sold like commodities?
Will he become like that in the future?
"Would it be better if I were a complete person...?"
As Adela faced the sea and reached out longingly, the Savior appeared.
That Iron Maiden instilled in him the emotion of 'greed,' making him even more eager to become a human.
If he were human, perhaps he wouldn't be treated as a tool.
If he could become human...
Perhaps his kind also have a way to become human.
Like normal people, they cry and laugh, feel jealous and happy.
To be like the normal humans on that island... that would be wonderful, wouldn't it?
"Am I a human being too?"
A slight smile appeared on Adela's lips. "So, I'm human after all..."
The wolf's head formed from the black mist vanished at that moment.
He looked up, and his face showed signs of cracking.
"You won, Beard. You've won against greed. So don't lose again, or I'll be back."
Click!
In that instant, the body shattered into fragments like mirror lenses, which then turned into black mist and disappeared into the air.
Only the greatsword, now lying on the ground, revealed evidence that Adela had once existed.
Cass was silent for a moment, then bent down, picked up the greatsword, and slung it over his back.
"I will, because you made me realize that I also made mistakes. This is a lesson I will remember."
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