"Another year has passed, and this winter is even colder than the last," Thunder God took a deep drag on his cigarette, exhaling a smoke ring slowly, and continued solemnly, "I wonder if next winter will be warmer. But I won't see it, by this time next year, I'll have been executed." Thunder God's voice was calm, yet that calmness made one feel an almost suffocating pressure.
In The Second World, death was terrifying because Reincarnation was a possibility.
In the real world, death was even more terrifying because Reincarnation was impossible.
This was true death, where once you die, there's nothing left; you just vanish from this world forever.
Huang Yi's movements paused slightly as he was eating, and he turned to look at Thunder God, saying, "Don't rush to conclusions, maybe by this time next year, the World Federation will have fallen."