When the world entered its twilight, the most active were often traitors of every kind.
In Lu Mouren's past, he had been neither someone enraged by the belief that human nature was inherently evil nor a saint preaching that human nature was inherently good. He had always believed that human nature was colorless gray; what truly colored it was the color of the world and the position people found themselves in.
No matter the environment, there would always be villains and saints among the myriad faces of the world. But when things went wrong, driven solely by life's instinct to survive, traitors, turncoats, and fugitives were inevitable.
"Those ancient gods should have lived for a very long time, right?"
"The longer they've lived, the less willing they are to die."
"Tch. Nothing new under the sun."
The emergence of the Savior Army was hardly surprising.
Nor did the messenger who arrived with a mission surprise Lu PingAn. Even after their initial exchange, once it had been confirmed that Lu PingAn's group came from another realm, the other party directly raised the possibility of defecting to the foreign invaders.
After Lu Mouren subtly expressed his reluctance to discuss it, the messenger nimbly shifted the focus of the conversation.
You don't have to join us, but we can share this world—divide it up together.
Lu PingAn remained silent, but that was enough. Having obtained what he wanted, the Savior Army's messenger happily departed the City of Silver.
"Is he truly part of this so-called alliance of saviors? Or is he an envoy of the outsiders?"
"Possibly both."
Chris smiled and shook her head. In her eyes, everything that happened in an apocalypse was a farce endlessly replayed—each time seemingly the same, yet each time producing some new twist.
The two understood each