All lives are lost, and then they are recreated and reappeared.
As long as I do this, I can cleanse the power of death from the inside out.
I didn't do it before just because some guys would stop me from doing it.
So now who else do you think can stop me from doing this?"
Death in turn threatened Dracula in front of him.
The philosophical question of whether a person re-created by death is still the same person as before is a bit complicated.
But for ordinary people, it seems that it takes seven years to replace all the cells in the body.
So would anyone think that they are reborn after seven years?
Will not.
Because no one in humankind has ever had this idea in a long time.
Changes are subtle or unrecognized.
Therefore, as the weakest human being under the power of death, there will be no reaction when facing this kind of dilemma.
Humans don't even realize this.
"Then give it a try, I don't care much anyway.
Life is torture so death is relief?
I've wanted to ask you this for a long time.
You always say that death is a kind of relief, so what is life to you?
Is it a trouble?
Or a curse?
Or is it a toy you made to satisfy your boredom?"
Dracula's tone became more and more rude.
This kind of question that no one has ever asked about death has made death silent.
Perhaps the existence of life is just a responsibility that death himself has to bear.
Living people can be said to be her children, but death, the "mother", has never thought of it this way.
Chapter completed!