"I'm serious."
"Then I am serious too." Su Mingan stared at him: "The so-called absolute 'balance' and resource allocation must be achieved by a unified leader.
The premise for the existence of this unified leader can only be the extinction of one party's race or the loss of sovereignty. Without talking about emotions or ideals, they directly regard life as a resource... This level of judgment cannot be implemented by saying it on the grounds of "maximizing resources."
"Why can't it be implemented? Can humans continue to endure this precarious life?" Sevilla frowned: "Father, we are born to feed on humans, so we should have the right to hunt each other."
"I've heard a saying that in biology, there is no such thing as 'rights', there are only various organs, abilities and characteristics. Birds can fly because they have wings, not because they have the 'right to fly'. The Soul Clan wants to eat humans because of your physiological structure, you don't have the 'right to eat humans'."
"'You guys'?" Sevilla's eyes grew colder as he heard this word.
His fingers were bent on the sofa, and his nails dug into the cushions.
"...Father, you have truly completely taken the stand of a human being."
As he spoke, his eyes gradually darkened: "Who changed you? Elras? Alcherev? Or that Knight of Light named Shelud?"
Su Mingan laughed.
He sat up straight, looked her in the eye, and said in an unyielding tone:
“No one has ever changed me.”
"Seville,"
"——It is your naivety that has changed your own perception."
…
Yamada Machiichi trembled.
He shrank into a corner, completely suppressed by the conflicting auras of the two men.
When he watched the forum recording before, he didn't take it seriously. He thought that the NPCs who talked to Su Mingan were all stupid and were easily convinced by a few words. They had no bottom line or persistence.
But now, standing next to these two people, he gradually realized that this was not a purely verbal discussion.
...is a collision of stance and aura.
As he watched this scene, he could hardly speak.
When Su Mingan finished speaking, the whole room seemed to fall into a brief silence.
There seemed to be a wave of oppression surging in the air. Sevilla lowered his head and said nothing.
Su Mingan looked at him without any sign of compromise in his eyes.
And the next moment, Sevilla suddenly raised his head.
It seemed as if the haze in his eyes was swept away the moment he lowered his head. When he raised his head again, his expression had returned to its original gentleness, and the intense emotions he had just expressed when he spoke had disappeared.
He smiled, put his hands on the small table beside him, and raised the blood-stained wine glass.
"—play a game with me, father." He changed the subject.
"What game?"
Sevilla pointed out the window and said, "Let's play... a game of guessing who wins or loses."
Su Mingan looked out the window.
At this time, outside the floor-to-ceiling glass, in the arena, the battle between two scarred humans has come to an end. The knife of the man in red cloth is stuck in the bones of the man in blue cloth, and the knife of the man in blue cloth is also caught between the palms of the other party. The two sides are in a stalemate, and it seems that they may give each other a fatal blow at any time.
"Here are two pieces of paper and two pens." Sevilla threw him a piece of paper with a rolled-up pen. "Let's write down our predictions about whether these two people will win or lose on our respective pieces of paper and see whose result is correct. How about that?"
Su Mingan glanced at the blank paper in his hand: "Where is the reward for the winner?"
"Let me think..." Sevilla twirled the pen in his hand.
With a "click", the pen fell to the ground. He bent down to pick it up and laughed: "Let's bet on the other person's life."
"Okay." Su Mingan said.
There was a flash of surprise in Sevilla's eyes, as if he didn't expect Su Ming'an to agree so readily.
"Let me make it clear first, this is not a reward for the winner, but a punishment for the loser," he said. "As long as you don't predict the correct result, you have to accept this punishment. In other words... you can only escape punishment if you predict correctly."
"No problem." Su Mingan wrote his prediction on the paper without hesitation.
The pen in Sevilla's hand paused.
Watching Su Mingan roll up the paper, his eyes darkened, and then he also wrote down his own prediction.
Just a moment after they put down their pens.
The man in the red cloth below finally drew his knife and slashed at the man's neck, almost cutting off his entire head.
At the same time, the blue cloth man's knife slashed across the opponent's palm, stabbed into the opponent's heart, and pierced through the opponent's body.
One for the neck and one for the heart.
The blood of both sides splattered, staining the bright red yellow sand like a fountain.
Amid the cheers and screams of the audience, they fell down at the same time, lifeless.
Yamada-cho stared at this scene in amazement, seeing that there was no winner in this situation.
……how so.
Seeing that Sevilla and Su Mingan decided each other's life and death with just a few words, he also made a prediction in his mind. He predicted that the man in blue cloth would win.
...But he never thought that this would be the result in the end.
He thought it was a pure game of chance, where either the red side would win or the blue side would win.
But he understands now.
This game doesn't seem that simple.
On the side, Sevilla, who was sitting on the sofa, smiled slightly and turned over the paper in his hand.
On the paper, it was clearly written: "Die together."
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