“A necessary sacrifice?”
Hearing Zhuang Wugou's cold and ruthless statement, Ji Mengyao felt her fists clench so tightly that they might burst.
“Are you saying that everyone joining the Ark and fighting alongside you, risking their lives for you, are merely sacrificial pawns for your so-called ideal?”
“Is this your boring sense of justice?!”
She angrily pounded the floor beside her, resisting the urge to punch him in the head.
“Boring? In my eyes, nothing has changed. It all depends on how you interpret it.”
Zhuang Wugou let out a cold laugh.
“Do you know what has always been the barrier preventing humanity from evolving into a higher species?”
“It’s our fragmented mental worlds. We cannot break free from the constraints of our physical bodies, nor can we achieve 100% lossless communication.”
“The words we speak can never fully express our thoughts, which is why factions emerge, why there are 'you' and 'me,' why there are distinctions between self and others.”
“This leads to misunderstandings, mutual harm, and conflict, all stemming from the clashes between our minds.”
“All the useless efforts we’ve made, wars, plunder, invasions, and colonization, are nothing but self-inflicted struggles, a waste of time!”
His eyes revealed intense confusion and resentment, as if he truly believed this.
“That’s why there’s the Great One’s 'Human Complementation Plan.' Only by completely eliminating the mental barriers between all of us, by merging everyone into one, can we step into a higher dimensional existence.”
“This is the ultimate justice for the survival of humanity, allowing every individual to achieve immortality, free from all violence and unfair treatment, eradicating all malice and harm in the world.”
He spoke with righteous fervor, leaving several people feeling overwhelmed by the sheer amount of information.
But Ji Mengyao wasn’t interested in his rhetoric:
“So what? Are the companions around you not lives worth saving? Aren’t they the people you need to protect? Where is their justice?”
“What about Wan Heng? His family? What are they?”
“If one day your so-called ultimate justice is achieved, in that seemingly beautiful world, innocent blood will flow. Don’t you find that disgusting?!”
She continued to interrogate Zhuang Wugou on the ground.
“Let me ask you, if one day your teeth accidentally bite your tongue, even drawing blood, will you punish your own teeth?”
Zhuang Wugou suddenly posed a seemingly strange question.
“If we can all become one, then what you just mentioned is no more than that.”
“For a brighter tomorrow for the majority, the sacrifice of a few now is necessary.”
“By then, all the current evils will seem like nothing more than outdated and laughable notions.”
He seemed completely unapologetic for his actions, rational to the extreme.
That’s why people often say: Extreme rationality is often extreme violence.
“So, what does this have to do with you protecting mutant zombies?”
Ning Yu wasn’t particularly interested in the debate about ‘justice.’
However, she felt that Zhuang Wugou’s so-called 'Human Complementation Plan' didn’t quite align with the audio information she had received from Lin Hao about the virus.
There was no mention of merging into one, nor of the 'Human Complementation Plan.'
“This is a necessary step to accelerate this process.”
Zhuang Wugou replied.
Ning Yu narrowed her eyes, guessing: Since humans can gain abilities from mutant zombies, the reverse might also be true.
Creating so many people and monsters with abilities would likely lead to a further decline in the world’s population.
Although the T-virus had already caused a significant loss of life, continuing this trend would only reduce the population further.
Could such a plan really ensure the survival of humanity? Could it truly save them? Could it lead to a higher dimensional existence?
Ning Yu deeply doubted it:
“Have you ever thought that the Great One’s 'Human Complementation Plan' might not be as wonderful as you imagine?”
“What, are you going to engage me in a boring debate about justice too?”
Zhuang Wugou seemed to think Ning Yu was about to lecture him on morality.
“No, no. I’m not interested in your boring justice. After all, those who wave the banner of justice, one and all, are just exercising a more pleasant form of violence.”
Ning Yu quickly waved her hand.
“When you impose your ideas on a weak life without considering its will, you’re simply using violence, no matter how nice the name sounds.”
She found it all utterly pointless.
“I just want to ask, have you ever thought that you might be being used? How much do you really know about the details of the 'Human Complementation Plan'? What are its steps?”
“Don’t misunderstand, I’m just having a purely rational discussion with you.”
“What if, from the very beginning, your ‘justice’ didn’t even exist? What if you’re just a pawn in someone else’s plan...”
Ning Yu stared intently at Zhuang Wugou, noticing a barely perceptible hesitation in his eyes.
She revealed a knowing smile.
“Shut up!”
Zhuang Wugou seemed to lose his composure.
“Do you think I let the base take in those useless people for no reason? Do you think I’ve been running around to give them a place to live in this world?”
“Stop looking at me with that gaze. I’ve done my best to minimize the losses for the sake of justice.”
“After all, if sacrificing a few can save the majority, what’s wrong with that?”
“Such a plan is already merciful enough!”
He spouted a series of words, but these didn’t directly answer Ning Yu’s question, instead circling back to the debate about justice.
“Oh, yes, yes, of course. If sacrificing one person can save millions, then that one person deserves to die. Yes, that’s your justice, absolutely correct.”
Ning Yu counted on her fingers as she spoke:
“Problems like this, even a student like me can solve easily. Justice is just a simple matter of comparison, right?”
She wore a sweet smile, but her tone was full of sarcasm toward Zhuang Wugou.
Only after finishing did she drop the smile, her gaze turning cold as she looked at Zhuang Wugou sideways:
“Stop acting like you’re the only one who sees the truth. It’s just bullying the weak by the strong.”
“You...”
He seemed at a loss for words, but soon regained his usual calm:
“It doesn’t matter. Even if one of me dies, countless others will rise in my place. I won’t abandon my cause because of your sophistry.”
The armor on his head, which had been reduced to just a helmet, suddenly seemed to regain power, flashing rapidly, and his eyes were quickly filled with light.
“Get behind me!”
Ning Yu suddenly shouted.
Shen Yiyue and Ji Mengyao, hearing this, didn’t hesitate for a moment and quickly dragged Wu Di behind Ning Yu.
“All... for the sake of humanity!”
Zhuang Wugou’s triumphant shout rang out, followed by a violent explosion, and a wave of white light and air surged toward Ning Yu.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
