Clint felt both surprised and curious. "Commander Benedict, do you have any plans for the future?" Benedict was taken aback by the question. "What do you mean?"

"I mean exactly what I said," Clint replied. "Everyone has a purpose driving them to become stronger. The extent of their strength depends on the size of that purpose and their perseverance. So, after avenging your father, what do you aim to do? What keeps you going?"

Benedict was puzzled. "My purpose?"

Protecting his family and fighting against dangers-did these things require a purpose? He did not understand.

"Of course, simply wanting to become stronger is also a purpose. But from your expression, I can tell that's not it. So, what drives you to become stronger?"

"To... To fight against the gods of the West."

"Is that truly your inner purpose?"

This question left Benedict speechless. The gods of the West were a dangerous threat to his homeland, so he needed to become stronger to fight them. He had to persevere. Now, he understood what Clint was trying to convey.

Aside from those grand ambitions and distant goals, what did Benedict, as a person, need the most at this moment? What was his personal desire?

Benedict attacked Clint again, only to be knocked down once more. He scrambled to his feet, his heart racing with fear. Even though he was facing a friend, he felt an overwhelming terror from within. Gradually, he began to fear using his power.

Was it because of what the old man had said, or was it because his body was truly failing?

As he watched Benedict struggle to stand, Clint felt a mix of emotions. It reminded him of his own past struggles.

Just like Benedict, he had been merely holding on.

Clint and Benedict were kindred spirits in their suffering. The only difference was that back then, the person in Clint's position now was Zaafea.

As expected, Benedict urged Clint to continue Clint asked again,

"Benedict, let me ask you again. Now that you've avenged your father,

what do you plan to do next?

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"I... I plan to..."

Then, just like Clint back then, Benedict fainted while standing. Ronan hurried over to check on him, relieved to find that he was alright.

"You hit him too hard, Clint. You knocked Commander Benedict out," Ronan complained.

Clint said solemnly, "I didn't knock him out. He did it to himself."

"He knocked himself out?" Ronan felt like Clint was speaking nonsense, but Clint's sorrowful expression looked incredibly sincere.

"Clint, are you okay?" Ronan asked.

"It's nothing," Clint replied,

smoothing out his clothes. "I'll go see Dad, Ronan, once you've treated him, take him inside. It's too cold out here. We don't want Commander Benedict catching a cold." noveldrama

"Okay."

After that, Clint left, glancing at the sky as he walked.

"What's Zaafea up to now?" he wondered.

"Never mind, why am I thinking about him... I'm really losing it..."