Too bitter.
The wasteland people are too bitter.
I’m too bitter as well.
I’ve worked so hard, managing everything with such caution and prudence.
I offend no one.
After being fooled once, I even turned myself from a scientist into an actor when facing Bei Lihui.
I used all my strength to please this world, only to end up with this fate.
I will never accept it!
Ren Zhong hated the world’s gray and gloomy sky.
He hated the apathetic expressions on the faces of people who watched the young mother and child.
He hated the persistent haunting of Lin Wang and Bei Lihui.
He hated the shackles that constantly bound everyone in this world.
He hated the visible but forever unreachable carrots.
He hated the strict rules with no end in sight.
He hated the judgment from the Hunters above him that seemed to descend at any moment.
He hated everything about this world!
Only now did he realize how intensely one’s anger could burn.
It turned out that the peak of anger might not necessarily lead to hysteria but could also be extreme indifference.
Deep darkness enveloped bit by bit.
The street corner where he stood was almost devoid of light, as if transformed into a black hole.
The Hunter had already soared away, and the crowd that had dispersed earlier was gradually returning.
No one cared for the corpses on the ground.
Tomorrow morning, when it’s time to work, wasteland cleaners will naturally handle the scene.
Now it was off-work hours, and everyone was busy with side jobs, no time to spare.
Ren Zhong once again merged into the crowd and headed toward the direction of the White Wall at the town center.
He had actually expected everything that happened today.
The development of things always had traces to follow, and he had long discovered the clues hidden in numerous details.
But he was helpless.
First, having just arrived in this world, he didn’t have many options. The first team he encountered was the Zheng Tian Squad, the ones he knew best, and the cooperation was generally pleasant. He couldn’t abandon this and try to contact other Scavenger Teams, could he? Besides, his joining would inevitably enhance the team’s strength, and choosing others might not be better. Moreover, he might get betrayed by his own people before any problems arose from the Professionals.
Second, he grew up in a peaceful era of a prosperous nation, so despite being cautious, his path was too smooth, inevitably leaving a fluke mindset, just taking one step at a time.
Now, time had given him the final answer.
A cold, murderous smile gradually emerged on Ren Zhong’s lips.
Since there’s no way to escape, might as well dig the grave early and undertake a seemingly futile revenge for the sake of revenge.
Originally intending to interact peacefully with this world as an ordinary person.
But the world holds no room for acceptance.
Thus, why not start going mad now?
I want to transform this world into a shape that suits me, Ren Zhong!
...
9:23 PM at night.
In front of the Miracle Clinic.
The light on the second floor of the clinic was still on.
Knock knock knock.
Ren Zhong gently knocked on the door.
From the speaker hanging outside came Sun Miao’s angry roar.
"I don’t care who you are, get lost! I’m off duty!"
Ren Zhong ignored Sun Miao’s threat and knocked again.
"Damn it, won’t stop, huh? I’m remembering your face! You’ll never come here for treatment again!"
A box above the clinic’s main door clicked open, and a camera poked out.
Ren Zhong briefly adjusted his mask, turning off the one-way transparent mode to reveal his face, "Open up, it’s me."
Sun Miao: "..."