"What an enviable era—and world. Especially when I realized they had been this 'content with stagnation' for at least three thousand years."
His interactions with the Winged People—and with this entire world—had been pleasant.
When the young man entered this world as a spy, he had been prepared from the start to kill and silence anyone if necessary. Having lived through conflicts between planes, races, religions, and criminals, he had long been mentally prepared to cross certain lines to achieve his goals.
The struggle for survival had always been the theme of the multiverse. In order to live, many things could be overlooked to some extent.
"Mr. An Nan, my family made too much roast meat. I'll bring some over for you later."
"Mr. An Nan, that business advice you gave me last time was really great. My turnover has gone up by twenty percent. This is your share. Want to come drink at my place today?"
"Mr. An Nan, it might get windy in a couple of days. Remember to reinforce your roof and shut your doors and windows tight."
"Mr. An Nan, could you help me read this letter? I have two big fish as payment."
Along the way, Lu PingAn received far too much kindness.
That kindness, and the peaceful life here, made him...
"I'm starting to feel sick. Especially after realizing it's the most sincere kind of goodwill, without the slightest trace of self-interest or calculation."
In stories and films, there were often plots where kind neighbors reformed cold-hearted killers and villains. Setting aside artistic embellishment, such things really could happen.
"Unloved, unlucky bastards can't handle genuine care. But to someone as vile as me, they just look like a group of absurdly wealthy people generously displaying their charity."
Lu PingAn was not an extremist who