"They're too brutal!"
Zhao Han watched from afar as frail, diminutive citizens, dwarfish in appearance—most of them old, weak, sick, or disabled—were driven out and herded into a massive pit outside the city.
Their eyes were all numb, as if they had long known this day would come.
Clearly, a cruel sacrifice was about to take place.
"Brutal? No, they've merely become another species." Wu Shanshan stared coldly into the distance, utterly unmoved.
"We have to save them!" Zhao Han gritted her teeth. She knew Wu Shanshan would likely try to stop her.
"Mm, go ahead."
"Even though it's dangerous, I..." Zhao Han said instinctively, then finally reacted. "What? You're letting me save them?"
"Yes." While controlling the three-colored aura, Wu Shanshan replied matter-of-factly, "You're the one saving them. Whether they live or die, I don't care."
"Uh..." Zhao Han knew Wu Shanshan was softhearted beneath her harsh words. If Zhao Han herself were in danger, Wu Shanshan would still step in.
She called to Wang Wenwen, who was standing stupidly nearby. "Come on, Wenwen. We're going to save them."
"Oh." Wang Wenwen answered blankly.
The two of them then slipped away in stealth.
As they moved, Zhao Han asked in surprise, "Wenwen, why did you seem a little out of it just now?"
"Oh, I was thinking... this doesn't seem to be an artificially created Game World."
"Why do you think that?"
"Because there are too many people," Wang Wenwen sighed.
Zhao Han nodded. She had actually felt the same way.
A few thousand NPCs were conceivable, but several million—or even more—were difficult to imagine. Not to mention that these NPCs were intelligent.
This place should be Another World.
In other words, they were not players here, but Transmigrators.
As she pondered this, the two had already arrived before