At this moment, Li Muyang was somewhat at a loss for words.
He was firm in his disbelief that he could ever turn into a great demon who indiscriminately massacred the innocent.
He was not one of those delusional teenagers who, on a whim, would want to "create a world with X" and, because of personal grudges, take out their anger on the whole world; Li Muyang had no interest in such things.
He had always acted according to the principle that the perpetrator should be the one to pay.
It is only the weak who, in their anger, would lash out at those even weaker than themselves.
Li Muyang didn't consider himself especially noble, but he was definitely not the kind of scum who, in seeking vengeance on society, would go to a kindergarten to harm unrelated children.
Even if there were to be any vendettas in the future, he would not kill innocent mortals indiscriminately.
Pondering over the vague content of the prophecy, as well as its incoherent parts, Li Muyang shook his head.