Tough at home.
Bully the weak and fear the strong.
This was one of the common failings of the weak.
Especially once they gathered together.
1 + 1 = 0.5.
That was the basic formula.
And weaklings throwing punches at those even weaker than themselves was one of the most common normal occurrences.
Those who dared to throw punches at the strong—
Generally speaking—
Either became strong themselves.
Or became corpses.
Hope City was now more or less a heap of trash piled together.
A whole crowd of deadweights, deliberately filtered out by the fleeing groups, were forming teams here and muddling through life as they waited for death.
As the city lord, Luo Yao knew very well that among the city's several million residents, aside from a very small number who still retained courage and ambition—and genuinely had the foundations to strive for them—the vast majority were merely useless people frightened out of their wits by the sudden disasters, who only dared to huddle together for warmth within the city.
Those people were even somewhat timid about going outside to farm, mine, or chop wood...
In this situation—
Though they looked more impassioned than the next when following him in cursing the Fugitives, as though they wanted to drink their blood and eat their flesh—
If they were truly asked to work for it, to embark upon the road to the stars in pursuit of revenge—
That would inevitably be fraught with countless hardships...
Even going outside to find opportunities to temper themselves would be a major problem...
Therefore—
Compared to the short-term situation—
Luo Yao actually placed greater hopes on the next generation.
As New Era Humans born and raised in this era, they undoubtedly had far greater malleability than their elders, whose accounts had already been ruined