The Surface World—or rather, the native land of the Evolution World as most people understood it—had long since been completely transformed into hell.
The life here was ignorant and pure, longing for heroes yet content with the ordinary. These were the seeds of heroes, the most primitive template for "protagonists."
The personality of an intelligent being was often determined in its first dozen years, or even its first few years. There was some truth to the saying that character determined fate.
Childhood was precious to any living being. It was often the source that shaped a soul's personality and traits.
Innocence, simplicity, kindness, admiration for heroes, fearlessness before challenges, strength, fearlessness before death... The more Lu PingAn came into contact with the residents of the Surface World, the angrier he became.
"The virtues of humanity shouldn't be used to mass-produce high-quality cannon fodder."
It felt as though masks had been placed on false humans, turning brainwashed "kindness and innocence" into the "courage" of mindlessly charging ahead.
They were both praising virtue, yet this felt as unpleasant as a gathering of false humans.
The fabricated "childhood" of The Truman Show made Lu PingAn think even more of cattle and sheep in a pasture.
"...In the end, high-quality resources, souls, and lives all ended up benefiting outsiders."
As the guardian of Life Value, Lu PingAn could sense that the lives in this world were still draining away at a rapid pace.
It seemed that Hunting Grounds were everywhere, and the battlefield could never truly fall silent.
"Without the nourishment of civilization, the upper limit of these lives has actually been lowered."
The Underground World was the clearest proof. They were clearly qualified as warriors, but higher-level beings required far more than pure combat power.
Lu PingAn could utterly crush this world's God