Disasters often came swiftly and brutally. That sudden violence that shattered the routines of daily life was the pain people found hardest to bear.
Yet this world had been different from the very beginning.
"War? Plague? Natural Disaster? Uh, have there been any? Isn't this how things usually are?"
Sometimes, that kind of sudden realization was especially helpless.
But in the capital of the New Kingdom, whether they were workers bustling along the roads or ordinary vendors in every street and alley, everyone brimmed with vitality.
Smiles, brisk footsteps, and optimistic voices.
Lu PingAn could see that this spirit came from the expectation that life would only keep getting better.
"Did we do the right thing?"
Lu PingAn picked up an apple from a roadside vendor, wiped it clean, and took a bite.
It was rather peculiar. Cheap goods were rarely good goods; it seemed to be the result of a failed transplant. Some parts were sour, even a little bitter, though there was also the faintest trace of sweetness.
But to the people of this world, it was already a rare item.
".Uh, you want one?"
A little child beside the stall was staring bitterly at Lu PingAn.
Even with the Demonic Plant God's involvement, which had increased this world's fruit and vegetable yields a thousandfold and drastically lowered prices, these were still luxury goods.
"Uncle! I want one."
The Long-Hand Tribe child nodded again and again, utterly excited.
"You want one... but I'm not giving you one!"
Lu PingAn happily crunched through the whole apple, even though he still thought it tasted awful.
Heh, who was an uncle—cough. This was teaching a little boy to stand on his own feet instead of always relying on others.
"Waaah! Yaya wants an apple! Bad uncle..." The Little Guy immediately began