Of course, victory in war was a good thing.
Dragon City's overall appearance today was countless times more prosperous, brighter, and stronger than what Meng Chao had seen in the Doomsday Nightmare.
But it was also a fact that some Transcendents who had failed to keep up with the tides of the times, yet still possessed lethal force, felt loss, grievance, pain, and even resentment.
Ai Lei said that recently, forums frequented by Mid-Low Level Superhumans had become fond of discussing stories from the Earth Era and the Song Dynasty.
Of course, these Transcendents had not suddenly developed a keen interest in Iron-Blooded Strong Song.
They were merely using the Song Dynasty's elevation of literature and suppression of martial arts—where "only those whose names were called outside the East Splendor Gate were true men"—and its eventual collapse into dust amid boundless humiliation, to mock the present through the past.
And the decades-long Monster War had left indelible wounds, both physical and spiritual, upon these combat-oriented Transcendents.
Even if the authorities had covered most of their medical expenses.
The pain was still theirs to bear.
In the dead of night, every crisscrossing scar on their bodies brought the agony of ten thousand ants gnawing at their hearts.
And whenever they closed their eyes, images surfaced in their minds of comrades as close as brothers being torn alive into pieces by monsters.
Every one of those things reminded them that they could never return to normal society, never go back to the placid lives of ordinary people.
In truth, similar social phenomena had been common after every major war on Earth.
The war ended, and vast numbers of veterans skilled in killing, afflicted with Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome, returned to normal society.
It was like wild boars that had grown tusks and bristles