As an extraordinary noble, Orff was acutely aware of where the soul would drift after the end of life. Being a noble without any true faith, he knew what kind of fate awaited him after death.
Precisely because he knew, he became all the more fearful of the end, resisting its arrival even more. This meant he found it difficult to reject this group of alien race that approached him.
"You will soon feel the strength of this body, Lord Orff. The original blood used in your transformation ceremony comes from the great Cycle Snake, granting you nearly infinite vitality; you can feel it now."
"I can already feel it!"
Orff clenched his fist, and the trace of sadness in his eyes vanished instantly. Compared to the strong power surging in his body at this moment, especially the intoxicating vitality, abandoning his human identity seemed insignificant.
"Humans are truly too fragile, but with the blessing of the Cycle Snake, you will become a perfect being superior to humans."
