Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Shut up! Stop it! Shut up! Shut up!”

Blackjack became angry and his surrounding tentacles swelled again. Instead, he was wrapped around a body that looked so tiny and even a little panicked.

Tens of thousands of demon arms attacked Theresa, punched her out again and again, adding another attack in the middle of the air, stormy attack made Theresa unprotected, and when she hit the ground hard, the liquid metal armor around her nearly collapsed.

But the corner of her mouth, still smiling, the scornful and cold flames of her eyes, never subsided.

“You can kill me, but not you, but the beast; you can conquer the whole Emerald Continent and even the entire Emerald Universe, but you are still not the real you who created this great work, but the beast. ”

Theresa sneered, “You can still sing at night and let so many girls do anything for you. Wow, at first glance, it's a fantastic life that men all over the world can't ask for, but think carefully, who exactly is the one who enjoys these ingenious swallows at night, or the one who swallows them, and you, the real Black Jack, are just squeezing deep in the tentacles of swallowing the beast, drooling in drooling and watching all this pathetic. ”

“Stop, stop! ”

Black Jack's face was deeply embedded in tens of thousands of tentacles, twisted to the point of crying, and he cried, “I am the swallowing beast, we are one! ”

“No, you're not. ”

Theresa cold-blooded, "You are not chosen for your courage, your will, your personality charm, or anything unique. It's just a coincidence. Eating a beast can always replace you with 10,000 Red Jacks, Yellow Jacks, Green Jacks."

“Without you, the swallowing beast is still the swallowing beast, and it can still achieve its ambitions and evolve into the swallowing Lord; but without the swallowing beast, who are you? ”

“I, I...”

Blackjack's tentacles still wanted to attack Theresa, but he was blocked by another force that came out of his body, and he was sweating and gasping, “Who am I, if I hadn't swallowed the beast? ”

“Each of us, some of us, is born unique, proving that we are what we are. ”

Theresa said, "I believe that the true Black Jack of the past, too, has something that no one can replace and that no power can destroy, except, unfortunately, that when you are willing to be a puppet of the devouring beast, these things belonging to the 'true Black Jack' are all masked by the evil light of the devouring beast. From that moment on, you have lost your soul, become a puppet of the devouring beast, and you are not entitled to pursue what belongs to you. ”

“I, whoo, I'm not a puppet...”

Blackjack manipulated the tentacles so hard to prove, "I'm not! ”

“Perhaps the real Black Jack, is a weak and filthy guy? ”

Theresa turned her head and deliberately said, "You've always been so self-righteous that you don't think you can succeed at all with 'who you really are', and you can't even get favored by a girl? So, when the beast finds you, you willingly put your own soul in your hands and let it eat? ”

“I'm not. I'm not. Stop it! ”

Blackjack was frightened and the conditions rebutted reflexively.

“Indeed, there is no need for such ridiculous inferiority, because I believe that every man, even more ordinary, ugly or even weak, always has his own unique charm. ”

Theresa earnestly said, "Even if a man is born ugly enough to exercise and often take care of his appearance, he will always be able to sharpen a little sunshine and clean up the charm of a man who really likes you; even if a man with weak abilities is hard-working enough to suffer, he will always achieve a small success - not necessarily to conquer the ‘great cause of success' like the rest of the world, perhaps, just to be a good warrior, to become a master forger, to be a good gunner, to be a hard-working, sincere, well-divided worker, but the key is that this is 100% your success, a success that you have fought for yourself.

“When you have such a small success that 100% belongs to you, and yet another true love of your true destiny, you create a small world that belongs to you - is there anything happier and more fulfilling in the world than this for a true man?

“But unfortunately, Blackjack, you destroy this possibility with your own hands, you strangle ‘who you really are', and you strangle your true destiny to find your chance.

“Yes, it seems that there are so many beautiful women around you who obey your words and even ‘would’ die for you, but you ask yourself, are any of these beautiful women truly in love with you and with you?

“Likewise, perhaps under the manipulation of devouring the beast, you can be the supreme ruler of the Emerald Continent, but you will never know what kind of accomplishment, what kind of happiness, what kind of life 'true Black Jack' can achieve without the manipulation of devouring the beast!

“Even if one day your true Heavenly Girl, the girl who might fall in love with the 'true Black Jack', appears before you, you will never recognize her, because it is impossible to tell whether she is sincere or hypnotized by a swallowed beast!

“Oh, that's why I say you're pathetic, because you're ostensibly about to be king of the world, and you're actually abandoned by the whole world, but it's not anyone's fault, because you abandoned yourself first! ”

“Ah!”

Blackjack's howling is like a flash flood.

His eyes were filled with tears of burning blood.

Blackjack's tentacles and Teresa's liquid metal blade hit hard again.

“Are you attacking me or swallowing the beast? Is it eating the beast that doesn't want you to keep listening? It wants to stop me from telling the truth! ”

Theresa bites her teeth, “Blackjack, you don't have to listen to the swallowing beast, you don't have to be under its control anymore, it's still time to wake up, you can be a true Blackjack, you can control your destiny like a man! ”

“No... no...”

Blackjack waved his tentacles and whispered a scream that touched his soul, "I can't... you, you're right... without eating the beast, I'm a weak, ugly, filthy wretch... at first I was just a junior mercenary who lost all his fortune, lost his way, prolonged his asthma, didn't swallow the beast, I'm nothing, nobody could see me, no girl would fall in love with me like that! ”

“Blackjack, you're so wrong! ”

Theresa roars, "Even in adversity, even if the whole world collapses, men have to stand up from the abyss again with their own backs to reverse their bloody destiny! It is precisely at the moment of reversal of fate that the glow of a man reaches its limit! In that case, it doesn't matter what appearance, ability, status, whatever, there will surely be a girl in love with you like that, in love with destiny, never giving in, full of charm a real black jack! ”

“Liar! Liar, liar! ”

Blackjack was furious, "You're lying to me, there's no girl like that. You're not going to lie to me about ripping the beast out of your soul! ”

“I'm not lying to you, I swear to God, there's gonna be a girl in love with the real Black Jack! ”

Theresa exclaimed, "The point is, you have to give yourself a chance to reveal yourself to the real Black Jack, and you can't hide forever in the shadow of swallowing the beast and be a boneless wretch! ”

“I... don't believe...”

Blackjack's appearance became incredibly scary, as if there was something real, stripped inches from his soul, and even the tentacles behind him attacked each other.

His bloody, swollen eyes, staring dead into Teresa's eyes, half anticipating, half desperately asking, “Teresa, is it true that the prettiest girl in the world like you would fall in love with a real black jack? ”

“ …… ”

Theresa felt her chest muscles tight, “Uh... this...”