Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start

"I'm really tired!"

“Being by your side, I am anxious every day, and I am afraid of you every day. I am afraid that if I say something wrong or do something that does not meet your expectations, you will go crazy.”

"But what about Tang Yuehua? She has absolutely no power to resist me. Even if I bully her, she can only accept it passively."

"It wasn't until then, when I looked into her fearful yet helpless eyes, that I truly understood... what kind of superior attitude you usually have towards me."

A hint of madness flashed in Nan Feng's eyes, "Bullying people, especially the weak, is really satisfying. Especially seeing their pathetic state of being powerless to resist and having no choice but to obey you."

"The psychological satisfaction of trampling on other people's dignity and life and death is simply addictive, isn't it?"

“During that period, I was like a pervert who had been imprisoned by you for a long time and whose mind was twisted. The first thing I did after being freed was to vent the frustration I had suffered at your hands on other people.”

“It wasn’t until I came to my senses that I stopped torturing her like before. I realized that I had a psychological problem, so I started to restrain myself, and at least I started to respect Tang Yuehua.”

Nan Feng stared intently into Bibi Dong's eyes and asked, word by word:

"But what about you?"

"Can you show me a little respect?"

“You never have. You’ve always treated me as your private property, and you feel that it’s your right to possess, control, and even plunder me.”

"It's like a toy that you absolutely won't allow anyone else to touch, even if you don't use it yourself."

Nan Feng stared directly into Bibi Dong's eyes, which were now filled with fear.

"This sense of self-righteous possessiveness is just like... the way Chihiro looked at you back then."

Bibi Dong's whole body jolted violently, her pupils dilating in pain.

"I know that the environment has a fundamental impact on a person; people are products of their environment."

Nan Feng said calmly, "But this is the first time I've realized so profoundly just how terrifying this influence truly is."

"You're becoming more and more like Chihiro."

“Even your current gaze and your desire for control are exactly like his.”

Nan Feng took a step back, widening the distance between them, his eyes filled with ruthless mockery:

“When I said those things to you before, you were furious, you were angry, you desperately denied it, and you were so enraged that you wanted to kill someone.”

"now what?"

A deathly silence fell over the dimly lit, secret corridor.

Only Bibi Dong's slightly heavy and rapid breathing echoed in the air, like a dying person gasping for breath in despair.

Looking at her on the verge of collapse, Nan Feng felt no pity whatsoever.

He slowly closed his eyes and let out an extremely heavy and helpless sigh.

“I thought that after a year, without me around, you would calm down a bit.”

"But it's clear I overestimated you."

"You've not only failed to calm down, but... you've become even more twisted."

Nan Feng opened his eyes again. "The concept of respect simply doesn't exist in your mind. Because Qian Xunji didn't have it, neither do you."

“You grew up by his side, looking up to him, fearing him, being taught by him, and being destroyed by him. You hate him to the core, yet you are also subtly and frantically absorbing everything about him. You think killing him will be the liberation? No, you have become his shadow. Deep down, you are both the same selfish, domineering, and utterly unscrupulous people.”

Bibi Dong closed her eyes in despair, tears silently streaming down her pale cheeks.

Seeing her desperate appearance, Nan Feng's tone gradually calmed down, carrying a detached indifference.

"Honestly, seeing you like this now, I often think... maybe your previous thoughts were right."

"Wouldn't that kind of reckless madness, that madness that wants to drag the whole world and everyone else down with it to hell, be the right thing to do?"

Nan Feng raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thick stone wall to see the dog-eat-dog world outside.

"Because humans are ultimately just products of their environment. When humans have problems and decay on a large scale, it is no longer just a personal tragedy, but a fundamental problem with the environment itself."

"If only one or two people turned into madmen or perverts, that could be attributed to genetic mutation or an accident. But look outside..."

Nan Feng sneered, "Whether it's the Spirit Hall, the seven lofty sects, or even the entire Soul Master world, the entire Douluo Continent... they're all like this."

"Hypocrisy, greed, exploitation, trampling on the flesh and blood of the weak to show off their own nobility. Everyone is reveling in this distorted set of rules, everyone is sick."

Nan Feng turned around, his back to Bibi Dong, his tone revealing a chilling indifference and emptiness.

"Since it is such a twisted and hopeless world, it would be better to just destroy it."

How long has this planet existed? How many times has life arisen on it?

"The so-called history of mankind is only a few hundred thousand years at most, and the existence of Soul Masters is only a few tens of thousands of years. For this planet, it is not even a blink of an eye."

"Even if we completely destroy this rotten world right now and kill everyone, so what?"

"Won't new life be born on this planet again in hundreds of thousands, millions, or even tens or hundreds of millions of years?"

"It's just destruction, really it's not a big deal."

Chapter 323 Knowing he was wrong, but refusing to admit it!

……

Bibi Dong slowly raised her head, and a humble plea finally appeared in her unfocused eyes.

“Nanfeng…”

"You really... don't want to stay by my side anymore?"

Hearing this unhelpful attempt to persuade him to stay, Nan Feng closed his eyes and let out an extremely weary sigh.

"How many times have I told you why I left? Do you really not remember, or are you just pretending?"

Nan Feng reopened his eyes, his gaze cold as he looked down at her. "I think I've made myself clear enough. But what about you?"

"They know they're wrong, but they refuse to admit it! Let alone try to correct it!"

I know what you're thinking.

"You never think there's anything wrong with what you're doing. Just like Chihiro, he never thought his actions were wrong. Even if things are exposed or something goes wrong, in your eyes, it's just a blunder."

"Even if time could turn back and you were given another chance, you wouldn't be thinking 'I was wrong,' but rather 'How can I avoid messing up next time!'"

Nan Feng stood with his hands behind his back. "Of course, you can't blame yourself. Most people in this world are like that."

"Very few people can truly recognize their own mistakes. Because admitting mistakes requires the courage to face one's own heart and to dismantle one's self-esteem. But most people in this world are just weak-willed cowards who are all bark and no bite!"

"Only absolute violence can force them to bow their heads and submit. Similarly, the only solution their pathetic minds can think of is violence."

Nan Feng's voice gradually rose, carrying a hint of suppressed irritation:

Do you know why I'm so angry?!

"Because many times I've despairingly discovered that among this huge group of lunatics, I'm the only one still trying to communicate! I'm the only one still trying to reason with you!"

"And all of you are thinking about how to kill the other side!"

"Thus, this leads to an intractable problem—right and wrong are completely irrelevant! Everything is defined by power!"

"What's even more tragic is that the vast majority of people in this world think this way."

Nan Feng looked outside the secret chamber with a sarcastic gaze, "Including those weak people who are being violently oppressed! You think they are resisting injustice? No, what they truly crave is not fairness and justice, but how to trample others under their feet and become the perpetrators when they become strong!"

"When I fully realized this, I stopped thinking about it. It was pointless."

Nan Feng shook his head. "This world isn't that complicated at all. It's disgustingly simple! Just overwhelm everything with absolute power. As long as your fist is big enough, even your farts are considered the truth."

"That's actually the biggest difference between us."

Nan Feng stared intently at Bibi Dong. "I only occasionally have these tyrannical thoughts of destroying everything when I lose control of my emotions. But you... have always thought this way. You have this law of the jungle ingrained in your very bones."

"That's why the world has grown into this mess, the environment is so distorted."

Nan Feng's tone returned to calm, carrying a sense of relief that came from seeing through the essence of things.

"I've actually figured it out. You're not wrong, none of you are wrong. After all, right and wrong are ultimately defined by people. Since everyone in the world thinks this way, how can it be considered wrong?"

"But I didn't do anything wrong either."

"This is who I am, and this is my bottom line. I can't accept your logic, and you can't accept my ideas. In that case, let's keep our distance."

Nan Feng said slowly and deliberately, "A sense of boundaries is the foundation of respect between people. Only with a sense of boundaries can there be respect."

“But I can maintain my boundaries and not interfere with others, while you can’t.”

"Because in the subconscious of your group, the only way to prove your own worth is to forcibly interfere with, control, and deprive others of their will!"

"The concept of respect has never existed in your minds from the very beginning."

Nan Feng turned around and said, "In the end, I finally understood. We are born to be adversaries, and this contradiction is irreconcilable. Sooner or later, we can only fight to the death."

"And so, everything returned to its starting point—there was no right or wrong, only strength and weakness."

"This world is a pile of dog shit!"

"And we are all nothing but a bunch of maggots tearing each other apart in a cesspool!"

Nan Feng didn't look at her again, moved his feet, and turned to walk towards the dark exit of the secret room.

Just as I took half a step, a trembling figure suddenly pounced on me from behind.

Bibi Dong gripped his wrist tightly, "I can change!"

She humbly raised her head, her voice pleading, crushing all the dignity and pride of the Spirit Hall Pope to the ground, "Nan Feng, I can change..."

Nan Feng stopped in his tracks.

He slowly turned his head, looked into those pleading yet still bewildered eyes, and forcefully pulled his wrist away from her grasp.

"Change what?"

Nan Feng's voice was filled with a deep sense of helplessness, "I just said so much, but you didn't listen to a single word."

"I'm a maggot too, we're all maggots wallowing in the cesspool. I'm nothing noble, and you're nothing wrong. We're all equally rotten, so what exactly do you want to change?"

Nan Feng took a deep breath. "You're not wrong! I've never said you were wrong from beginning to end!"

"My only requirement for you, from the very beginning, from the day we signed the soul blood pact, has been just one thing—I want you to be happy!"

Nan Feng pointed at Bibi Dong's chest, "Why can't you understand?!"