Yang Tian's answer came incredibly fast and carried a strong personal bias. He did not follow Chu Han's request to explain his life in detail.
Yet those words made the eyes of the tens of thousands of survivors shine brilliantly, as though something had broken free from its cocoon in their minds.
The reason drifters had become Refugees, and why every base had large Refugee districts, was not because they were truly useless or lacked the value to keep living. It was simply that this group had suffered too great a shock over the past year of the apocalypse, reducing their once-positive spirits to a state of muddling through because a miserable life was better than death.
The apocalypse had come anyway. The world had ended anyway. Things were already as bad as they could get; no matter how much worse they became, death was all that awaited. To Refugees who did not even care about dying, what meaning was there in striving for something better? So what if they never became New Humans? What did the future of the world have to do with them?
They might as well focus on enjoying themselves while they still could!
That very attitude had caused these Refugees to become increasingly shameless in both word and deed. Their lack of fear toward death made them difficult to manage. Even the strictest bases inevitably had Refugee districts. Compared to the zombies, alien species, and Berserk Animals outside, the large number of Refugees within every base had instead become a new problem.
Arson, murder, looting—humanity extinguished, morality collapsed.
The Refugee districts were like little hells, spreading humanity's most primal evil thoughts and preventing every base in the world from returning to civilization.
But Yang Tian's twelve words were like a signpost at that moment. The