Mr. Su Bai could already sense his body gradually collapsing. The flesh that had once been his pride was now so brittle after experiencing a nuclear explosion and thirty years of intense radiation that it felt foreign to him.
The struggle with that old woman had nearly drained the last bit of life from his body. Now, it was less about dying from the injuries, and more that Mr. Su Bai had burned through the very last of his vitality, leaving him nearly burnt out.
Death,
was beckoning him,
An end,
was also not far off.
Kneeling here silently, awaiting death, Mr. Su Bai suddenly felt he might have been better off being devoured by those tumors last time,
At least that death would have been somewhat more heroic. Now, here he was, dying inconspicuously, as trivial as a speck of dust. This manner of conclusion, although logical, lacked the grandeur Mr. Su Bai felt was missing.
