Wen Xishu was fairly familiar with killing.
After all, only three months had passed over the course of his journey.
In those three months, he had killed indirectly and directly. He had killed vile people, and he had killed people who were less vile, even somewhat innocent.
The more people he killed, the fewer emotional obstacles killing presented.
When Wen Xishu found Russell, Russell had indeed learned about the concept of women. Looking at the Sin Sea Behemoths hanging in the sky as though frozen between frames... Russell ultimately wanted to return to the Ark.
But Wen Xishu did not give him that chance.
Russell died.
Wen Xishu's next target was the sickly old man, Smith.
Smith was very calm. When Wen Xishu told him he had come to kill him, Smith smiled and said:
"Is it because of that boy, Horn?"
Wen Xishu did not deny it.
Smith said:
"Then kill me. I've already enjoyed a happy old age here. After learning this world was fake, and that the concept I'd lost was women..."
"I no longer feel anything about returning to the Ark."
Wen Xishu drew the Scorpion Blade.
Smith said:
"Actually, I lived quite close to Horn on the Ark. The reason I've survived until now is that, like Horn, I have some knowledge the Ark's administrators can use."
Wen Xishu did not strike immediately. Instead, he patiently waited for Smith to finish.
Smith said:
"Back then, Horn said those old people shouldn't be treated that way. Now... I'm about to die, just like them."
"Young man, answer me... what's the difference between Horn and the captain? What's the difference between the people who must be sacrificed for your great undertaking and the old people sacrificed to maintain the captain's rule?"
"Aren't you and the captain the