But that was fine too. At least her investment had not been wasted.
Zhao Han thought bitterly, trying to find some comfort.
Still, a cunning rabbit needed three burrows.
She had to make a few more nests for herself.
The emperor was one nest, from the top down.
Li Haiyun was the second nest, from the bottom up.
She still needed to find one that could spread outward from the middle.
Her thoughts raced through the Hero Network before finally arriving in the northwest.
White bones lay exposed in the wilderness; for a thousand miles, not a rooster crowed.
The living stole what joy they could; the dead were gone forever.
It was a tragedy beyond human endurance.
Zhao Han had never looked at the northwest before. She had only heard countless rumors: years of drought, Rebels everywhere, people eating one another, human flesh sold for fifty coins a pound.
Deep down, she had been avoiding it.
Yet now, she went to see it anyway.
After all, this world would be where she became the Planet Will.
She had to appreciate not only what was good, beautiful, and happy... but also accept what was ugly, miserable, and evil.
"Ugh, blegh..."
Zhao Han jolted awake from her dream because she had seen a human market.
Bloodshed, cruelty, numbness, vicious grins...
The Old Ancestor had struggled for hundreds of thousands of years, climbing all the way to the top of the food chain and completely separating humanity from its traditional place within it.
Yet their descendants had placed themselves back into the food chain.
Teacher once asked me why I kept struggling like this.
Now I have my answer. I do not want such things to exist.
*Wherever I go, wherever I see, I do not ask that everyone be safe and