"Such a nasty sense of humor..."
Standing where he was,
Xiao Jun watched the various scenes unfolding all around him.
In the end,
he could only shake his head helplessly.
Though he wanted to lend those ordinary people a hand, his abilities truly fell short and did not support any practical action on his part.
If he said too much,
it would instead take on a different kind of meaning.
For all he knew, they might even take it as mockery.
So he could only coldly spit out those few words.
He did not wish to say anything more.
However, Nick Morten in the distance did not pretend not to hear his complaint.
This place had been created by Him.
As long as He wished it, He could hear every word spoken within it.
"A nasty sense of humor?"
"Then you are mistaken."
"Isn't what I did perfectly reasonable?"
His question carried a trace of amusement.
In response,
Xiao Jun merely remained silent and offered no rebuttal.
Because although the other party's words had something of a crooked, heretical logic to them,
by and large,
they did indeed fit the actual situation.
There was no way to take all the survivors away.
At most, only some of them could be taken.
That was glaringly obvious!
Under such circumstances,
the only choice was naturally to take away those with greater value...
As for how one determined whether someone possessed actual value?
That boring question,
when human rights were not taken into account, was no more difficult than buying a bottle of soy sauce.
Work capacity, accumulated knowledge, state of health, actual physiological age...
All of them were extremely clear indicators!
Like the list of ingredients and production process printed on food packaging,
a single glance was enough to clearly distinguish the