"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! "
Black Jack flew into a rage out of humiliation. The tentacles around his body expanded again, and his real body, which was entangled by the tentacles, seemed so small that he was even panicking.
Thousands of fiendish arms attacked Theresa, blowing her away again and again. Then, they attacked her again in midair. Theresa was caught off guard by the storm of attacks. When she crashed to the ground, the liquid metal armor on her body was on the verge of collapse.
However, there was still a disdainful smile on her face. The scornful and cold flames in her eyes had never subsided.
"You can kill me, but the one who killed me is not the real you, but the Devourer. You can also conquer the entire Emerald Continent and even the entire Emerald Universe, but the one who created such a great undertaking is still not the real you, but the Devourer."
Theresa sneered. "You can also enjoy yourself every night and have so many girls do anything for you. Wow. At first glance, it seems like a dreamy life that all the men in the world want. But if you think about it carefully, who is the one who enjoys all these girls every night? It's still the Devourer. And you, the real Black Jack, are just a pitiful worm who crouches in the depths of the Devourer's tentacles and watches everything while drooling."
"S-Shut up!"
Black Jack's face was deeply embedded in the thousands of tentacles. It was so twisted that it was almost crying. He wailed, "I am the Devourer. We are one!"
"No, you are not," Theresa said coldly.
Theresa said coldly, "You weren't chosen by the Devourer because of your courage, willpower, charisma, or anything unique. That was just a coincidence. The Devourer can find ten thousand Red Jacks, Yellow Jacks, and Green Jacks to replace you at any time.
"Without you, the Devourer will still be the Devourer. It can still fulfill its ambition and evolve into the Lord Devourer. However, without the Devourer, who are you?"
"I … I …"
Black Jack's tentacles still wanted to attack Theresa, but they were forcefully stopped by another force that was born in his body. His head was covered in cold sweat as he gasped for breath. "Who am I? Who am I without the Devourer?"
"Every single one of us is born with something that is unique, something that proves that we are who we are."
Theresa said, "I believe that the real Blackjack in the past also had some things that no one could replace, and that no power could erase. Unfortunately, when you willingly became the Devourer's puppet, these things that belonged to the 'real Blackjack' were all covered up by the Devourer's evil light. From that moment on, you had already lost your soul and became the Devourer's puppet. You had no right to pursue what belonged to you."
"I, huff, huff, I'm not a puppet …"
Black Jack struggled to control the tentacles, trying to prove, "I'm not!"
"Maybe the real Blackjack is a weak and wretched guy?"
Theresa changed the topic and deliberately said, "You've always felt very inferior. You believe that you can't achieve any success with your 'real self', and you can't even win the favor of a girl? That's why, when the Devouring Beast found you, you willingly offered up your soul with both hands so that it could devour you? "
"I'm not, I'm not, stop talking!"
Startled, Black Jack retorted reflexively.
"Indeed, you don't have to have such a ridiculous inferiority complex, because I believe that every man, no matter how ordinary, ugly, or even weak, has his own unique charm," Theresa said seriously.
"Even if a man is born with an ugly appearance, as long as he pays attention to training and takes care of his appearance often, he will always be able to polish himself into a sunny and refreshing manly charm. You will always be able to meet your true love. Even if a man is weak, as long as he is diligent and willing to endure hardships, he will always be able to achieve a small success. It might not be a 'great achievement' like conquering the world. Perhaps, he will only become a decent warrior, a master of forgery, an excellent gunner, or a diligent and dutiful employee. But the key is that it is a success that belongs to you 100%. It is a success that you have earned through your sweat and hard work.
"When you have such a small success that is 100% yours, and when you have a girl who truly loves you, you have created a small world that belongs exclusively to you. For a real man, is there anything in the world that is happier and more fulfilling than this?
"However, it is a pity, Black Jack, that you have destroyed such a possibility with your own hands. You have killed your 'real self' with your own hands, which means that you have killed the chance that your true love could find you.
"That's right. It seems that you are surrounded by so many beautiful women who listen to your every word and are even 'willing' to die for you. But ask yourself, do any of those beautiful women truly love you and the real you?
"Similarly, perhaps you can become the supreme ruler of the Emerald Continent under the manipulation of the Devouring Beast, but you will never know what kind of achievements, happiness, and life the real Black Jack can achieve without the manipulation of the Devouring Beast!
"Even if there comes a day when your true love, the girl who could possibly fall in love with the real Blackjack, appears in front of you, you would never be able to recognize her. Because you would never be able to tell if she was truly in love with you or if she was hypnotized by the Devourer!
"Haha, that is why I said you are pitiful. Because on the surface, you are about to become the 'King of the World', but in reality, you have been abandoned by the whole world. But you can't blame anyone, because you were the one who abandoned yourself first!"
"Ah!"
Black Jack's howl was like a flash flood.
Burning tears of blood flowed out of his eyes.
Black Jack's tentacles and Theresa's liquid metal flying blades collided fiercely again.
"Are you the one who is attacking me or the Devouring Beast? Is it because the Devouring Beast doesn't want you to continue listening? It wants to stop me from telling the truth! "
Theresa gritted her teeth. "Black Jack, you don't have to listen to the Devouring Beast. You don't have to be controlled by it anymore. It is not too late now. Wake up, you can become the real Black Jack. You can be like a man and control your own destiny!"
"No … No …"
Black Jack waved his tentacles and wailed. "I can't … You, you are right … Without the Devouring Beast, I am just a weak, ugly, wretched wretch … At first, I was just a low-level mercenary who lost all his family fortune and had nowhere else to go. Without the Devouring Beast, I am nothing. No one will look up to me, no girl will fall in love with me like that!"
"Black Jack, you are so wrong!"
Theresa roared. "Even if you are in adversity, even if the whole world collapses, a man must rely on his backbone to stand up from the abyss and reverse the damned fate! It is also at the moment of reversing fate that the brilliance of a man will bloom to the extreme! In that case, regardless of appearance, ability, status, it doesn't matter. There will definitely be girls who will fall in love with you like that. They will fall in love with the real Black Jack who will fight against fate and never give in! "
"Liar! Liar! You are all liars! "
Black Jack was furious. "You are lying to me. There will never be such a girl. Don't try to trick me into separating the Devouring Beast from the depths of my soul!"
"I am not lying to you. I can swear to God that there will definitely be a girl who will fall in love with the real Black Jack!"
Theresa shouted. "The key is that you have to give yourself a chance to reveal the real Black Jack. You can't always hide in the shadow of the Devouring Beast and be a wretched wretch with no backbone!"
"I … don't believe it …"
Black Jack's appearance became extremely terrifying. It was as if something was really peeling off from his soul inch by inch. Even the thousands of tentacles behind him started attacking each other.
His bloodshot and swollen eyes stared at Theresa's beautiful eyes. He asked half expectantly and half desperately, "Theresa, is it possible that the most beautiful girl in the world like you will fall in love with the real Black Jack?"
"…"
Theresa felt her chest muscles tighten. "Uh … this …"
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