To live or to die—this was a matter of choice.
When faced with certain major events or difficult decisions, the baseness or nobility of human nature would reveal its own unique light through that choice.
Likewise, the impression a person gave others would determine how others responded to them.
People despised the base.
People admired the noble.
But in the end, only you could decide what kind of person you would become.
And now, a question stood before these soldiers holding firearms.
Faced with the young man wearing a smile and exuding a gentle aura.
Would they raise their guns and fire at him, or lay down their weapons and follow him?
"Tell me your answer, soldiers."
Jino spread his arms, and as they rose, a dazzling golden light descended through the night and enveloped him. Like a pillar of light falling from the heavens, it cloaked the young man in an air of mystery.
Everyone looked at one another.
"Fuck!"
One soldier angrily threw down his helmet, craned his neck, and cursed at the companions around him. "Those damned Congressmen sent us here to die!"
He raised his head and looked at Jino with worship in his eyes. "Mr. Jino overlooked our offense and was even willing to give us a chance!"
"My daughter and my children are all his fans. I've heard plenty of stories about him too."
The man switched on the safety of his rifle, then threw it to the ground as if giving up on everything. Covering his face, he burst into tears. "I can't shoot him!"
Those words seemed to voice the feelings of every soldier present.
People were always like this, like a flock of aimless sheep. Once a lead sheep stepped forward, they would follow it into action.
The man's actions seemed