Otherworldly Military Organization

"My lord, why did you kill all those people in the middle?"

"Because they would have had to be killed sooner or later. They wanted to remain bandits, which meant they were already standing in my way. I want to lead these people so they can survive, so they can live with dignity, so that one day they can eat their fill. If I were only thinking of myself, I could leave whenever I wanted." Mel answered honestly.

With the foundation of his status panel, he was a boss-level figure no matter how one looked at it. It was only natural for him to make some major moves in this other world. If he had been weak, he would definitely have kept his head down and developed quietly.

But the moment he had regained consciousness, he had discovered that he possessed strength above level 70, practically standing at the pinnacle of this other world. No matter what he had been thinking when he wrote that diary, this was how he felt now.

Chaos and war had already robbed these people at the bottom of society of hope. Nothing was more fulfilling than leading a group of desperate people in search of hope.

"Would you be hungry enough to eat people?" Mel asked the bandit leader beside him again.

"We would. When the hunger becomes truly unbearable, the people who die in the village aren't buried. They're eaten directly."

"Looks like it's the same everywhere." Mel slowly reflected on memories from his previous life. People were the same no matter where they were; when hunger reached its limit, people would eat their own kind.

Cannibalism was incomparably dark and incomparably tragic, yet it was also the final courage humanity could summon from despair in order to survive.

"My lord." The bandit